You meet all kinds of people in Uni.

And maybe I couldn't have picked a better time to stop being anti-social. Up till now, after two years, I still firmly believe that I'm making up for lost time, taking part in so many student activities at a time when half the population here are more interested in studies than anything else.

But yeah. Like I was saying. You meet all kinds of people here.



The people who managed to make it this far through sheer grit and determination.

The people who're here after thinking long and hard and finally deciding to pursue what they really love after all those years of listening.

The people who're different from everyone else.

The people who scraped through and are still scraping through.

The people who just made it and are so thankful. And maybe, just maybe... ironically, you sometimes start to see that the system in here is a little more forgiving than the one out there.

The people who're sort of just drifting through, living in the moment more than anything else, and loving it. Although when they stop to think about the future, their smile crumbles just a little when you can't see.



The people whose lives are like stories out of soap operas and movies; family troubles and the like. Estranged kin and bad decisions and loved ones who've left this world.

The people who seem to have it made, with their almost picture-perfect families and smiling faces and relatively less worries than everyone else.

The people whose lives would make interesting research fodder for the Psychology department, if only you knew. And if only they were willing to tell.

The people whom lots of others wish they were.



Someone who can't make up their mind, can't decide whether or not they want to move on or say no; there's a thin line between love and hate, but the line between love and like is far narrower. Like the line between "yes" and "maybe". And sometimes in-between is the worst place to be.

Someone with something like the perfect kind of life. It's all too easy to imagine. But what would life be without a little drama?-- and maybe for that reason, there's a little piece of that life, somewhere out there dancing.

Someone with a strange kind of Electra complex-- looking everywhere for the people that they lost in the people that they know.

Someone who's a better actor than they thought-- they've managed to fool themselves as well. And trying to find out how they've managed to do so after so long hurts the most.

Someone who drifts through life-- places and faces like so much that's only used, abused, discarded. And one can only hope that they're happy with what they've chosen.

Someone who seems really happy. And one can only hope that Life shall always love them this way.



These are the people that make up my life.