Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Happily Busy... Busily Happy

Spent yesterday with Andrew, Eunice, and Doug. Threw a belated birthday party for Ivan tonight. Busy busy busy, but every minute of it rocks cuz I'm with friends.

Tomorrow will be picking small Ivan up from the airport, then helping Doug move to his new place in Brentwood. Thursday will be picking up decorations and rehearsing Saturday's wedding rundown. Sunday will be church, soccer, and dinner with family friends. So that leaves really Friday relatively free. Got some friends in town only till next week before heading back out to the east coast, so I'll need to squeeze them in some time between now and then.

Got a mosquito in the room right now, distracting me so I can't really work. It's amazing what a little screaming and hitting can do to a guy, considering I killed a mosquito and a spider on Sunday, when normally (like right now) I'd rather flee the room than confront the little bloodsucker.

Monday, August 29, 2005

Now that was a holiday...

*Whew!* Today was awesome. Simply awesome. There's no other word for it. I can't even begin to describe how great it feels to hang out with friends. Friends I've known for years. Fantastic.

Got nicely tanned at the Mozart concert. I'll admit that I don't understand most of the pieces, but just listening to great music in the spectacular surroundings and beautiful weather more than made my day.

Then there was the fireworks after a steak dinner. Sure, probably something I'd rather be sharing with a special someone, but it was nice nevertheless to just kick back with friends and watch things blow up in the sky.

Single's life, spending time with friends. Just loving it.

My Confused Mind

I could tell you what I was thinking but then I'd have to kill you or kill myself.

Friday, August 26, 2005

Purpose-Driven Life: Day 14

(Ok, ok, I know I'm a little bit behind in my readings...)

Today's topic is "When God Seems Distant".

As you all know, I went through one of the most difficult periods of my life in the past twelve months. While I hadn't lost faith in God, it did feel at times as though He was taking away something very dear to my heart in order to punish me.

I want to thank all my brothers and sisters, who prayed for my faith and my broken heart, even though the eight-hour time difference made you all seem so distant.

I also want to thank my Lord, who never abandoned me in times of pain and suffering. This chapter taught that "faith, not feelings, pleases God." Thank you, Lord, for strengthening my faith.

Speaking of faith over feelings, I think this also applies to relationships. Building a relationship on the basis of faith, rather than feelings, is a sign of maturity. I probably won't always feel my wife's love, and I probably won't always show my love for her, but I pray that we will always have faith in our love for each other. That's how love should be.

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Full Circle

You know, it doesn't matter who I'm interested in. Because in the end, you know I won't have the guts to make a move.

Edwin said a man's destined to pay his dues. I've had my share of crushes, my share of rejections, my share of breakups. No, I won't tell you how many of each; but if I did, you'd see that I rarely act on my feelings.

Yeah, I'm staying positive. I have faith in God's provision. (I think I've said that before.) But I'm afraid that when she does come along, I'll be too timid to even ask her out.

So why is it that I can never bring myself to ask a girl out? A fear of rejection? Perhaps. But I think it's more than that. I think it stems from the thought that there's nothing about me that's attractive to a girl. In other words, I don't see why a girl would like me.

Ahh geez. See? We're back to the same ol' issue again.

But I guess girls don't like guys who never try. So what should I do? Should I try acting on my feelings every once in a while?

My Dumbass Face

Was talking to one of my best friends as I drove him home. Well, actually we were on our way to Market Mall before driving him home, but that's besides the point.

Somehow got to talking about the way I present myself to others. He said that, while I was a nice guy in general (I'm paraphrasing here. Ask him for actual quotes.), I usually appeared cool, unfriendly, and unapproachable to others. I argued that I wasn't born with a naturally smiling, naturally friendly face. As far as I was concerned, my most relaxed expression looked most like a dumbass.

I've never been, am not, and never will be the kind of guy who can get any girl he wants simply by flashing a smile or charming her with flirtatious advances. Actually, I thank God for not making me that kind of guy. God bless the girl who bothers to dig deeper beneath my surface and falls in love with what's underneath. It's a shame that not more girls see me the same way my friend does.

WAP

The ability to Welcome, Appreciate, and Promote differences is a sign of maturity.

Children only want to play with other children who behave the same way, who think the same way, who like the same things.

Mature people will befriend others who behave a different way, who think a different way, who like different things.

I want to be mature. I realize that my wife won't behave the same way as I do, or think the same way as I do, or like the same things as I do. And it's my job, my responsibility, and my privilege as her husband to WAP that.