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27th July 2008
As of now, my schedule is full. Life revolves around classes, bible studies, choir practice, readings galore (both school and just for fun), IV grad team, and part-time tutorials. Come to think of it, this is like my undergrad sked, just substitute campus ministry/IVCF and theater for the last two items. Miraculously, my plate is filled but not overflowing.
At first glance, I’m living the simple life. I’m back to being (supposed to be) awake in the daytime and asleep at night. I know that I have to drop everything in favor of my acads when my schedule goes crunch! (Translation: whan I realize that I’m supposed to be in 2-3 places and doing 2 or more activities at the same time because I forgot to say no.) My biweekly salary has been replaced by parental support augmented by various parttime jobs. I have given up the restaurants of Ortigas for the small turo-turo in Philcoa. I’m usually with a lot of people who have known me for almost a decade, and a few who I’ve just met in the past couple of years. Meeting up regularly with more is insane. I do spend a lot of time playing with my niece, but that’s another story.
This is probably one of the most stress-free periods of my life. Of course, being a person whothrives in complicated situations, I went ahead and created my own complications: questions, restlessness, mood swings, and plans. Then there are expectations, both from myself and from other people, and my tendency to evade them. Above all, hanging over my head like the sword of Damocles is the realization that this “simple” period is in preparation for something bigger, with heavier responsibilites, going away…
*computer screen goes blank and this flashes in front of my eyes *
BE PRESENT IN THE HERE AND NOW!!!
Okay, enough of the what will I do next? ansgt. I know where I’ll be and what I’ll do for the next couple of years. In the Philippines, studying procastinating my a** off and serving in the ministry. I just wrote this post for friends who are wondering how I am and what are my alibis for suddenly having no social life and going on text-fasting. I’m still alive, kicking, eating and busy as usual. And I’m thankful.