Everything is Going to be Different

The SAT has finally come to an end; things are going to feel really different hereafter. It's just that I've been studying my ass off the whole month of May for that thing, review course inclusive. Now that it has been taken and all hopes are up, I have nothing to do but rot yet again. The results are going to be given three weeks after the test date. Hopefully, my sacrifices would not go in vain. I've stopped working out for two whole weeks for that test. That's equivalent to six workout days to buff up. And I'm telling you, that's a whole lot of days wasted. If you know me, you would even be surprised why in the hell I missed six whole days for just a 'friggin exam. I used to not care about these things, but now I've realized that there are more things in life than one's physical attributes. That's right, it's the mental. Needless to say, who wants a dumb goodlooking individual? Nobody. Well, unless if you're that old guy who died that married Anna Nicole Smith who inherited his wealth. Everything seems a-okay with me now. Life's pretty much not the fast-paced party life I used to have. But hey, people need to mature, and my time is now. All I have to do is accept it. People say that remaining positive is the best course of action. Likewise, I feel the same way. Change is a consistent variable in life. There is no other way than forward. Acceptance is the key to rev your vehicle to overdrive. Furthermore, acceptance of maturity is a highway towards success. I've got a job now. It's some secretarial type of job. I'm still going to get an orientation this Friday. The salary is $125/day. I would really want more for it. But since it's my first job here in New York, I have to settle with it. At least all I have to do is just sit for 8 hours, answer some calls and log it on the computer. Not bad for a job, eh? It's pretty much sinecure if I'll only take a few calls which I hopefully will do. Hopefully. Again, I have to take a bus to Manhattan to go to the workplace. I don't mind. I just hope that everything will go smoothly and quickly. Where is my life headed? What does the future hold for me? I reckon that these experiences' purpose go deeper than what I descry. The question is... how deep? I can't deny that I miss my old life. I've spoken to a couple of friends over the phone last night and this morning, namely Mike Mercado and Bea Benassi. New York is a cold place to be in. Sure, I have a few friends, but my friends in the Philippines are irreplacable. I cannot find a spot to be my old, jaunty self again. People here are so different. But hey, I have to live with it. Change is normal; all I have to do is accept it. It's like a bus ride and you're the bus driver. You're the only one who knows where to go and how you're going there. People enter and exit your bus at some point in time in some place; some people even stay the whole journey in that very bus. Sure there may be a few bumps along the road, but what're a few bumps for you if you want to reach your destination? Nothing. When the journey has come to a close, everybody leaves the bus, even the bus driver, to admire the scenery.