the first step(post) is always the scariest
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December 7th, 2007
I am officially back to blogging! Welcome to my Black Box!
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THOUGHTS FOR THE DAY
Kapag binato kita ng bato, batuhin mo ako ng cellphone.. ^^
Paano ba naman ako makakapag-diet kung kapag tuwing uuwi ako ng bahay eh Adobong Manok ang ulam?? *sigh*..
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LABO MOMENTS: Ang Kabasagan Ng Aking Ama
I went home last night at about nine in the evening. As usual, I walked inside our house while my Dad was lying on the sofa watching TV. So I did my daily routine – I walked past him, not wanting to disturb his TV time, walked to the dining table (about three meters from where my Dad is) and laid my bag there, talked with my cousin who was studying at that same table, ate dinner, sat down with my dad and watched some TV for about ten minutes or so (without talking with him), and then went upstairs to change clothes and use my computer. It was eleven in the evening when I decided to go downstairs and get some water. There was no one downstairs but the lights were still on since my eldest sister was not home yet. At the same moment that I stepped on the floor, my parent’s bedroom door suddenly opened. I knew it was my Dad because whenever he hears someone on the stairs and if there is anyone of us who is not home yet, he would ask loudly who is the one staying downstairs and if any of us had arrived yet. And so this is what happened..
Dad: Jully? (my sister)
Me: Wala pa si ate.
Dad: Jay! Nandyan ka na pala!
Me: *watda?!* (o.o)
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For all the years that I have been writing, the beginning has always been the hardest thing to do. There is always the need of making the perfect introduction to catch the reader’s attention. My college English teacher once said if you fail to grasp your reader’s interest at the start of your composition, you will never have another chance to do it. That is why, even after writing many blog entries before, I still find it hard to think of the right topic for this first entry and how it should begin. As I was thinking for the next lines to write, I realized that this struggle I have with beginnings does not happen only with writing. At some point, it also influenced other aspects in my life. I suddenly remembered that beginnings was not just hard for me to do, but also scary to experience.
I cannot remember when but I knew that years before, I already realized I do not like taking risks. I always like things going according to plan. I schedule things ahead of time and finish tasks that can be finished earlier. I always think logically before taking action, thinking first if this will be beneficial or will it destroy me? If the former cannot be done is there another way to do it? I have always been like this. Just this evening, while I was going home from school, I was standing at Dapitan (beside UST) waiting to cross the road. There were about seven of us on that sidewalk and I was standing in front of all of them. If I do not cross, they cannot cross too since there was a long barricade preventing them to do so. But there were still cars and jeeps coming our way. Even if some were still six meters away I still did not cross the road. I stood there waiting for the stop light to turn red with a feeling that the people behind me are already thinking that I am such a coward for not taking the risk of walking at the middle of the road and wait for the vehicles to stop just right before they hit me. I have actually done that a lot of times before, the “I will cross the street without caring if a car is moving towards me because I know he will step on the breaks on the right time and stop inches from me”. I cannot remember the number of times that that happened and almost got hit. Not just cars, but also buses and trucks. That is why beginnings are so hard to do. Just like crossing the street, you are not the only one who is affected when you make that first step. There are the people behind you also wanting to cross, the guy driving his most precious Sarao, the ambulance driver who should have been watching Lastikman at the hospital’s waiting area but instead comes to pick up your broken and blood-drenched body, and of course the other drivers that will get pissed because of the traffic your accident has caused. Everyone is affected.
Another thing that scares us is the fact that if we do not do it right from the start, we will not get a second chance. Guilt is one thing that we humans cannot just seem to handle so easily. We always search for redemption for our mistakes. However, second chances are getting rarer by the hour. This is why we follow our doctor’s recommendation, not just for health concerns, but also for our daily lives – “Prevention is still the best solution”.
I used that; the prevention is the solution advice. But I realized there is really no escaping the harsh realities of life. In all the things we do, we either achieve happiness or pain. You may ask why. I also have no idea. But that is life, there are things that we are not meant to know nor understand. Therefore, just like the moist and pungent odor inside a jam-packed LRT during rush hour, we just need to get used to it.
With all of those being said, if you want to do something, and then by all means do it. If your choice suddenly becomes a mistake then its ok, that is how life works. One day we are the happiest person on earth, the next we are crying our guts out and wish for the pain to disappear. The point here is to go where your candlelight has not reached yet, broaden your horizon. If the road you have taken is a mistake, you may not have a second chance to undo your steps but you can still learn from it and prevent it from happening again. Mistakes are there, not to ensnare us on the bottomless pit of guilt, but to help us learn and become stronger. Do not be afraid to make the first step. Beginnings may be hard and scary but it is the one thing that all of us needs to go through.
Beginnings are still hard for me (as proof, I did this entry for almost an hour and half). But, some way, I have already overcome my fear of it. Because there is one more thing that is even scarier than beginnings – REGRET.
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THOUGHTS FOR THE DAY
Kapag binato kita ng bato, batuhin mo ako ng cellphone.. ^^
Paano ba naman ako makakapag-diet kung kapag tuwing uuwi ako ng bahay eh Adobong Manok ang ulam?? *sigh*..
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LABO MOMENTS: Ang Kabasagan Ng Aking Ama
I went home last night at about nine in the evening. As usual, I walked inside our house while my Dad was lying on the sofa watching TV. So I did my daily routine – I walked past him, not wanting to disturb his TV time, walked to the dining table (about three meters from where my Dad is) and laid my bag there, talked with my cousin who was studying at that same table, ate dinner, sat down with my dad and watched some TV for about ten minutes or so (without talking with him), and then went upstairs to change clothes and use my computer. It was eleven in the evening when I decided to go downstairs and get some water. There was no one downstairs but the lights were still on since my eldest sister was not home yet. At the same moment that I stepped on the floor, my parent’s bedroom door suddenly opened. I knew it was my Dad because whenever he hears someone on the stairs and if there is anyone of us who is not home yet, he would ask loudly who is the one staying downstairs and if any of us had arrived yet. And so this is what happened..
Dad: Jully? (my sister)
Me: Wala pa si ate.
Dad: Jay! Nandyan ka na pala!
Me: *watda?!* (o.o)
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For all the years that I have been writing, the beginning has always been the hardest thing to do. There is always the need of making the perfect introduction to catch the reader’s attention. My college English teacher once said if you fail to grasp your reader’s interest at the start of your composition, you will never have another chance to do it. That is why, even after writing many blog entries before, I still find it hard to think of the right topic for this first entry and how it should begin. As I was thinking for the next lines to write, I realized that this struggle I have with beginnings does not happen only with writing. At some point, it also influenced other aspects in my life. I suddenly remembered that beginnings was not just hard for me to do, but also scary to experience.
I cannot remember when but I knew that years before, I already realized I do not like taking risks. I always like things going according to plan. I schedule things ahead of time and finish tasks that can be finished earlier. I always think logically before taking action, thinking first if this will be beneficial or will it destroy me? If the former cannot be done is there another way to do it? I have always been like this. Just this evening, while I was going home from school, I was standing at Dapitan (beside UST) waiting to cross the road. There were about seven of us on that sidewalk and I was standing in front of all of them. If I do not cross, they cannot cross too since there was a long barricade preventing them to do so. But there were still cars and jeeps coming our way. Even if some were still six meters away I still did not cross the road. I stood there waiting for the stop light to turn red with a feeling that the people behind me are already thinking that I am such a coward for not taking the risk of walking at the middle of the road and wait for the vehicles to stop just right before they hit me. I have actually done that a lot of times before, the “I will cross the street without caring if a car is moving towards me because I know he will step on the breaks on the right time and stop inches from me”. I cannot remember the number of times that that happened and almost got hit. Not just cars, but also buses and trucks. That is why beginnings are so hard to do. Just like crossing the street, you are not the only one who is affected when you make that first step. There are the people behind you also wanting to cross, the guy driving his most precious Sarao, the ambulance driver who should have been watching Lastikman at the hospital’s waiting area but instead comes to pick up your broken and blood-drenched body, and of course the other drivers that will get pissed because of the traffic your accident has caused. Everyone is affected.
Another thing that scares us is the fact that if we do not do it right from the start, we will not get a second chance. Guilt is one thing that we humans cannot just seem to handle so easily. We always search for redemption for our mistakes. However, second chances are getting rarer by the hour. This is why we follow our doctor’s recommendation, not just for health concerns, but also for our daily lives – “Prevention is still the best solution”.
I used that; the prevention is the solution advice. But I realized there is really no escaping the harsh realities of life. In all the things we do, we either achieve happiness or pain. You may ask why. I also have no idea. But that is life, there are things that we are not meant to know nor understand. Therefore, just like the moist and pungent odor inside a jam-packed LRT during rush hour, we just need to get used to it.
With all of those being said, if you want to do something, and then by all means do it. If your choice suddenly becomes a mistake then its ok, that is how life works. One day we are the happiest person on earth, the next we are crying our guts out and wish for the pain to disappear. The point here is to go where your candlelight has not reached yet, broaden your horizon. If the road you have taken is a mistake, you may not have a second chance to undo your steps but you can still learn from it and prevent it from happening again. Mistakes are there, not to ensnare us on the bottomless pit of guilt, but to help us learn and become stronger. Do not be afraid to make the first step. Beginnings may be hard and scary but it is the one thing that all of us needs to go through.
Beginnings are still hard for me (as proof, I did this entry for almost an hour and half). But, some way, I have already overcome my fear of it. Because there is one more thing that is even scarier than beginnings – REGRET.
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