Incoherent Ramblings.
I finally decided to move out and live in the city. Sounds like a tough adjustment (and it is) but I've always been one to embrace new things and new challenges, so it all comes naturally.
I have a dual sided approach to people: sometimes I can be averse to them, sometimes I can be the life of the frickin' party. When I moved in yesterday, I was feeling the former.
Things still feel a little bit weird sometimes now that everything has shifted into another phase. I try to see everything from a practical point of view and not get so lovestruck that I wouldn't know what to do if things got out of hand.
Last week, things did get a bit out of hand. I was doing things I didn't remotely know, and I was actively questioning my ethics and morality.
I want to keep myself busy. I want to do so many things while I am here. Gone is the hesitation of the past eight months. Gone is the feeling of uncertainty. Now I know what to do, and I'm going to do it.
Yesterday, I wanted so much to visit and actually meet my new Muse: God, she's so cute I could die. But this being still Ramadan month, it was not and probably will not be a good idea. Not just yet, I suppose. The time will come, but I don't want to wait too goddamn long.
I went to church for the first time ever since I landed here in this country last Friday. I remembered how moved I was by the whole act of worship and praise. I still knew how to pray the rosary. I still knew what to answer to the priest. Chronologically, I still knew how the order of the mass goes.
This is what happens when you serve as an altar boy for more than three years (or was it two?).
As such, I have decided to take control of my life. I will do many things and keep myself very very occupied in the coming days and months. I don't want to sit idly by and think of things that would destroy me. I don't want to be associated with people who think only about themselves, and might ruin their lives in the process.
And I want to meet my new Muse. She seems the kind of girl you'd want to bring home to the folks, ya know? Sweet, kind, and smart. I just went "wow" when I saw her.
Wish me luck.
I have a dual sided approach to people: sometimes I can be averse to them, sometimes I can be the life of the frickin' party. When I moved in yesterday, I was feeling the former.
Things still feel a little bit weird sometimes now that everything has shifted into another phase. I try to see everything from a practical point of view and not get so lovestruck that I wouldn't know what to do if things got out of hand.
Last week, things did get a bit out of hand. I was doing things I didn't remotely know, and I was actively questioning my ethics and morality.
I want to keep myself busy. I want to do so many things while I am here. Gone is the hesitation of the past eight months. Gone is the feeling of uncertainty. Now I know what to do, and I'm going to do it.
Yesterday, I wanted so much to visit and actually meet my new Muse: God, she's so cute I could die. But this being still Ramadan month, it was not and probably will not be a good idea. Not just yet, I suppose. The time will come, but I don't want to wait too goddamn long.
I went to church for the first time ever since I landed here in this country last Friday. I remembered how moved I was by the whole act of worship and praise. I still knew how to pray the rosary. I still knew what to answer to the priest. Chronologically, I still knew how the order of the mass goes.
This is what happens when you serve as an altar boy for more than three years (or was it two?).
As such, I have decided to take control of my life. I will do many things and keep myself very very occupied in the coming days and months. I don't want to sit idly by and think of things that would destroy me. I don't want to be associated with people who think only about themselves, and might ruin their lives in the process.
And I want to meet my new Muse. She seems the kind of girl you'd want to bring home to the folks, ya know? Sweet, kind, and smart. I just went "wow" when I saw her.
Wish me luck.