For Thanksgiving Break, I left a few days early. As in I cut classes this Monday-Wednesday and visited the good old Rutgers on Sunday and Monday to hang out with friends.
I wouldn't call them old friends - we keep in touch here and there and when I went back, it felt like nothing had changed. Foolishly, I thought that things indeed had not changed, but they had to have changed in some degree. The buses they got on everyday and dining halls they went to, I was no longer a part of that type of life. I daydreamed what it would have been like to share experiences with them, I realized that with them, I felt more at ease than I had ever been at Cornell.
Maybe it was the lack of work I had to do (or couldn't do since I didn't bring my laptop/books), or that these were friends I knew would not mean ill to me. That when I was there, I honestly spoke my mind, was unafraid of any sort of drama or needless banter, and did not care what others thought of me. Especially at McCormick, I felt more at home than I do at Cornell and even Marlboro. Climbing the stairs, dreading being stuck in the left elevator, and even that funny smell in some of the lounges, all remind me of Rutgers. When my friends told me I had not changed since last spring semester, an immense happiness overcame me. My friends had changed me since I first came to Rutgers into a better person and for that I will always be thankful and loving to them.
From now and then, maybe more often than I should go back. But my expectations would only be let down. Here and there, there were tiny changes of people drifting apart, paying for printing, and even the loss of water on Busch. Rutgers has become an experience that I cannot go back to, one that I constantly pay great homage to. So now it's become a memory that I hold dear to my heart, one that is shared with my friends.

Hey it's been a while! Less than two years, a pity. So many things have happened to me since I last posted here. I look back at what I wrote and felt so childish, I guess that's a sign that I have matured and grown up.
I thought I had grown out of Xanga as well; which is true. I've grown out of the Xanga of 5 years ago and gone away from the disorganized ranting. (and the attempts of film review, those too) So what else is there to blog about? Surely there must be a way to talk about life without complaining about it all the time, and that it what I plan on doing.

Life is going well. Nothing is constantly sticking into my side, there are things to do, classes to study for, people to hang out with, and always clothes to wash. I just have to be happy with how I do things and everything will turn out a-okay!

Oh yeah. If you hear me, give me a holler, yo.

Because I am human and member of this planet.
As a member of the planet I am subject to many cultural and traditional values.
As a human I have, regardless of my persona beliefs, absorbed such values.

Absorbing such values against my will, and maintaining a sane brain,
I conform and adopt such values.
By conforming to such values...


HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE