I know where my place is

People nowadays struggle their asses to get themselves into international universities. Anywhere as long as it is not local. Yes yes I agree there are a lot of advantages and unimaginable experiences that can be obtained. I used to feel jealous whenever I browsed through their photos. Trips, picnics, chillings, lepakings, studying together with friends.

Dreams… that I longed for. I used to be so so so upset, seeing them leave me one by one and finally left me here all alone.

However right now, I feel that I am being extraordinarily silly when I think about it. If I picture myself studying abroad, whenever I want to come back here I would definitely picture the people that I will meet back home.

So, I have already accepted my place. I will be one of those people that will be here and meet any of them when their back. My place is here and I have to start mingle like one.

"Awareness of Limitations"

Revolutionize the Revolution

Things do not stay the way it is. Nothing is. As time goes, slowly people change.

In what sense? Anything, appearance, habits, the way they speak, attitude wise and etc.

Great alteration will result in immense change.

We choose the people that we want to be friends with. If they change, would they still be “that” friend worth spending our time with? So basically what can I say here is nothing last forever right? But why is there such thing as Friends Forever? Eternal Love? Maybe we can say that when only the “change” does not occur, but can we avoid it? It is apart of life after all.

Here I am blogging about friends of mine which already changed till I don’t feel comfortable to be with them while neglecting the fact that I myself experience the alteration too.

Is it possible for us to be friends in the future? Doubt, qualm, skepticism, uncertainty.
A question that only in the future will be answered. So we shall wait and see.

For I only know that hopes and faithfulness are not by my side.

C O N F E S S I O N

Confession of error is like a broom that sweeps away dirt and leaves the surface cleaner than ever before.
A clean and great confession, combined with a promise never to commit sin again, when offered before on who has the right to receive it, is the purest type of repentance.

A man who has broken with his past feels a different man. He will not feel it a shame to confess his past wrongs, for the simple reason that these wrongs do not touch him at all.

A sinner is equal to the saint in the eye of God. Both will have equal justice, and both an equal opportunity either to go forward or to go backward. Both are his children, his creation.

However I believe that when a saint who considers himself superior to a sinner will forfeits his sainthood and becomes worse than the sinner who, unlike the proud saint, knows not what he is doing.