So today I realized something. I'm not a blogger. Maybe I'm just not a writer. Whenever I do think of writing a post, I can't think of anything to write. Even now, I feel like I have nothing to write. And I think the gecko outside my window is laughing at me. At least it sounded like he was laughing. Or something.
I'm distracted. I just wandered into the kitchen looking for something to snack on. Now I'm back and I still don't know what to write about. I remember having this same problem during college whenever I tried writing a research paper. I'd turn the TV on, listen to music or play a game for a distraction. Then go back and try to write some more. Sometimes I wonder how I ever wrote 12-15 page papers.
Well, let's see. What did I do this week? Something there must be interesting. Well, Monday I went to the market to get a few items. While there I came across some of the Rugby boys from our Wednesday night ministry. One of them yelled my name, so I went back to say hi and shake their hands. Most of them had been at the youth camp the other week (which reminds me, I never wrote about that...I'm a terrible blogger). I was only able to communicate a little bit with them. I could tell them what I was doing and where I was going, but I could not respond to whatever it was they said because I had no idea what they said. I was able to ask about Wednesday night, and they said they'd be there. And then I said goodbye because it's rather awkward being a white guy in the middle of these Filipinos in a public market.