confess, your kiss still knocks me off my knees

On November 29th, 2005. Irfaan said:

Which brings into the spotlight an old-new consideration I'm seriously thinking about; Varsity isn't my thing. Not by a yard, a mile, a javelin throw and a longshot put together and stretched. I love the people I get to spend time with, but I absolutely abhor what a varsity is, "and what is that?" I hear piquant voices asking with a smudged curiosity, and it is this; University is merely another institution that supresses your identity and self and freedom of being and individualism and instead leaves you with a numbered shell, one of hundreds of thousands of millions. Pretty brash statement to make, but it is. We conform ourselves to the thinkings and mentalities which we are taught, so that we can learn how think the way the lecturer wants you to. And do we conform? most certain-damn-ly, because that's how we do well, isn't it? Learning, recycling, regurgitating. [/bitchout] Back to my first point, I'm seriously considering dropping out of varsity and doing full time journalism, comedy, magic or media. I'm not the most intriguing of thinkers, and write pretty stifledly, and am a pretty terrible conversationalist, as this journal and my chats with some of you fully justify, but it's something that I rather quite enjoy. Now there's a word that feature very prominently in my current endeavours. I can't do what makes me happy, because there's no way of sustaining that happiness. It requires money, and money requires not doing it.