Ciggy Ciggy!

i want this blog to have a more professional appeal. to discard mash potato entries and other what-nots for someone who already spent a fourth of his life. i want to talk about grown up stuffs.

i remember the movie clueless. i was in my teens when alicia silverstone graced our imaginations. teehee. i remember the movie because i nevertheless agree with luis' observation who is also in the same situation that it feels like high school again. so, highschool. gleeful derangement, where to go, what to do, learning, everyday new discoveries. but wait.

before this overwhelming feeling i was that grown up dude that i imagined when i was a kid. i'm the guy who thought about nothing but how to be (allow me to use this word mr. pricipal) an elegant bachelor.

this blog could use a different look.

but it wouldn't be the me that is me right now. since i grew up in a church, literally, i'm your samuel boy, i even enrolled in a seminary, i called my ever-faithful minister (i do this whenever i feel like am in a place where i've never been before and since this time i feel like it's high school days all over again), i picked up the phone and asked him "is this what you want with my life?" and he said "i put you in that place because that's your purpose".

*insert halcyon days by quentin*

boy am i giddy. that dude up there really knows how to put us in the right places. i love everything now. even the flowers and the birds and the bees.

and there you have it, another not so grown up entry in this blog.

and oh, i have the minister's phone number here if someone wants to ask high school questions.

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