More often than enough, I feel like I am inadvertently distancing myself from my capoeira friends at school when I spend more and more time serving the fellowship. And sometimes, I don't feel bad about it.

Oh gosh Sony please hire me for an internship D:

"Nothing can be something"

School's been underway and it's that time again to get into the groove of things. I have, and getting into the routine sometimes ain't no thang. Real easy. I just don't want to finish school, because then I would have to face reality. I suppose that I have to slowly eat it and just make the transition, slowly. That includes the ensuing job hunt and the coming job fair. Crossin my fingers here and hope I get something desirable.

Amidst all the work, the job worries and just getting on with life, you know what's been on my mind pretty much every day? Faith. My faith. How it affects me. How it affects those around me. Am I that servant of God that He so wants me to be? Man I hope so. I just do my best. Taking care of fellowships here and at home have been priority 1A, and school is slowly taking some sort of quasi-back seat. More like the next seat over. Many people will scoff at the idea, and many have. Really,I don't know why, but the serving of others is the bigger desire.

This whole idea of serving comes from me interacting with the seekers, non-believers and those with shaky faith. Never have I done this much evangelizing as I have before. It's daunting. Scary even. What if you say something wrong? What if you lead your brother or sister the wrong way? They say, let God do His work. But because we are men, one cannot help but wonder, "Are you doing God's work?" Bring them up to my level? What level is there, when I am so low myself. In the eyes of God, we are just people.

That is to say, I'm not overwhelmed and hopeless. Not really. Just cautious. Hopeful, but cautious. I'm also hungry for that satisfaction that only God can give me. I wanna be pushed, because that's how I excel the most: when I'm surrounded by people that have the same hunger as I do. When people are wishy washy, man it just kills my vibe. We're a fellowship. We're seeking God, now, tomorrow and forever. Why are we so quiet about this hunger? Why do we have to be so Chinese?! So quiet. So reserved. No energy!

Give me energy guys.

This one's for you

So there's this girl that showed up at church a few months back. She's aite. She stalks me on my blogs, so this is just a little thing to let her know, I'll write something soon. Probably tonight or tomorrow after I get to school. I don't write on blogspot anymore, since there isn't much to write these days, but I'll get thinking again.

Trendiness and Good Causes

Counting this one, I will have written 9 posts, 1 more than the number of posts last year. That was my goal. It has been fulfilled. Unfortunately, most of my thoughts and observations can be summed up in one short line. Facebook status updates can do that, along with the bombardment of projects at school. Shucks Jo, how do you do it. By the way, I think Feminists are hypocrites. I don't know if my friend would agree with me, but that wouldn't change my opinion. Check out her stuff. Here Jo, you get more traffic.

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So while walking around campus, I noticed someone wearing one of those "To Write Love on Her Arms" shirts. Don't know what it is? Read a bit here. To sum it up, it's a slogan for an organization that helps people suffering from depression, suicide and such related things. When I first saw the shirt worn by someone I knew, I was curious about it. It was a nicely designed shirt and the slogan stood out because it seemed like poorly written english. Putting it shortly, it was something I would've worn. So I searched the slogan, came across the site, and it was a compelling story. Something worth supporting. The shirt did it's job.

Now I ask you, who wears it cause its trendy, and who wears it cause they know the story behind it? Gosh, I wish the latter outweighs the former. I draw a parallel to the Livestrong rubber bracelets. Remember what that was for? Cancer. I remember the surge of popularity those bracelets had. All of a sudden, rubber bracelets were pretty rad. But really, just like now, who knew what Livestrong was for?

The silly thing is, as my friend points out, people are that shallow to do something cause it's trendy, not really for it's good nature. I implore you, serve your fellow man, not cause it's the "in" thing to do, but because you truly believe someone out there needs help.

Stay safe and take it easy everyone,

-Nick

Friends at only an arms length

In the field of connecting people, technology has come a long way, especially in the last decade or so. I mean, hard to believe that it was in the early 90's that the interwebs went underway. Now we got social networking sites up the wazoo.
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This summer, being at work really put a dampen on my social life. At least last year, when I worked at Summer Paradise, I was working with my friends. It was enjoyable, to say the least. This year, not so much. Work is a Mon - Fri, 9-5 internship. The job itself is rather rewarding, but it can get boring. Pro-tip, working a desk job can get REAL boring, and for those who haven't worked at all, you just don't know.

Working in front a computer really doesn't help my short attention span. I've been on facebook so much this summer just because I get bored easily inbetween programming. Everyone does it. When they're at work, they're not really work a good chunk 25% of the time. If everyone was 100% efficient, man the things we could accomplish. Too bad we can't. Anyway, it's nice to see what my friends from high school, or even junior high school are up to. It's nice to catch up. Isn't it? Facebook, among others, delivers this whole phenomenon of being friends at an arms length. People know what others are doing, and yet, they don't at the same time. What's this person like after a month, a year or even 5 years of not seeing this person. I'm certainly curious. It would help if the other end would be as well.

This summer was somewhat an attempt, to do such a thing. Catch up. The call was made, but for some, there was no response. For me, a short, succinct response, is better than none at all. Borderline insulting? Maybe not that bad, but it was sometimes annoying. I mean, this is what facebook is for right? Guess not.

So for them foo's who actually read this, summer is coming to a close. Get ya licks in, yo.

Enjoy the rest of yo' summa,
-Nick.

PS, I got mad handles. Nick. Moyboy. Murisoca. mr nekketsu. smokin_labbit. I gotta stick to one.

Can you be charisma man?

Me thinks I don't apply to the rule of being able to become Charisma man.

WATASHI WA.....CHARISMA MAN....DESUUUUUUUUUUUUU