Buts killed the regrets.
I regret going to NYU. I feel like I am trapped by buildings and surrounded by vehicles and people of all race.
But I learn so much, and living in the New York City is a great challenge. I strongly believe that if I can live in such an environment, I think I can adapt to any environment.
I regret changing my major. I am still into Film, and everyday I think of producing a exciting work of my own. I want to provide audience laughter, happiness, and even my thoughts and messages.
But I like where I am now. Hospitality is a pretty broad field. There is marketing within the hospitality field, and I am strongly thinking about becoming a professor within the marketing / advertising field.
I regret living in Founders. I never lived in a dorm with girls before. Enough said.
But I like the people whom I got to know. Meeting people with different backgrounds has been a privilege. It is just interesting to listen to these people because they all have their own insights.
I regret playing a lot of computer games, wow that League of Legends.
But I’ve earned a lot of money doing so. I also learned that if I become really interested in something, then I have a hard time giving it up. Now I shifted my focus back into reading books.
I regret losing my scholarship through slipping. Started smoking, and drinking, which I have not done before college.
But I would have had to constantly work-out, weight-control, maintain high G.P.A…. I think I wasn’t really ready… I needed time to adjust. Now I strongly believe I can do it.
I regret going to the army. I felt like I was going to lose people whom I used to know. I thought my friends would just turn into somebody that I used to know. It has been very difficult especially during the first couple of months. I thought there would be less suffering, but I felt like it was getting worse. I started to miss people outside of the army.
Yes, I did regret it… till a month ago when I received a certificate of excellence during a difficult training period… very fortunate. Started to thank people, started to thank my family, started to thank god.
I regret starting Tumblr because of Yvonne. She doesn’t even respond, or reply to my Facebook, Tumblr, phone messages or calls anymore. What a bitch.
Yeah you were right Yvonne… wtf was I thinking.
But I like that bitch. Words reached their limits here. Meow.
I regret writing, “Regrets, buts” because I feel like no one cares, and I might feel a bit embarrassed.
But I think this can be a start to a greater good. I strongly desire to be honest and open when I am writing. I feel like I can add a life to my writing if I follow that path.
In the end, may be there are no such things as regrets. Buts killed the regrets.
