Why do you blog?
“I am not the type of person who broadcasts my thoughts and emotions online.”
The statement above was my classmate’s reply when I asked why she is still not making a blog. Ever since our college days, I have maintained profound respect for this lady for at least two things: one, she always had a different yet strong opinion about things, compared to most of the girls in our group; two, I believe that she possesses good command of the language to express her every thought of the subject matter at hand. I am truly amazed why she still has not shared her wealth of ideas and experiences through blogging which seems to be a fad these days. I guess that maybe there are just some people who would prefer to keep their thoughts to themselves.
She then asked me why I blog in the first place. I only managed to utter two words: site meter. And I knew from the way she grinned that this time around, I did not give her a meaningful and compelling answer. Perhaps she’s had enough of Friendster, Flickr and other social-networking sites, that the concept of blogging is another novel way of contributing to the “exponential rise in the amount of dotsam and netsam on the web.”
But if I could take back what I said, and giving the question some considerable afterthought, the main reason should have been to improve on my writing skills. Since I am not a writer by profession, I consider this blog as my virtual scribbling pad where I can somehow be a writer even for just a few noteworthy paragraphs. Sometimes when I re-read my previous posts, I would always find an inappropriate word, or an incoherent paragraph, or a pointless post. Last year, I bought Strunk and White’s Element of Style if only to get better at this writing thing.
I can still recall that when I was in Grade IV, I wrote my first essay entitled ‘How to Save Mother Earth’. My good teacher lovingly filled up most of the pages in my formal theme notebook with her corrections and marked a bloody “C” on the top of my entry. She had me rewrite my essay twice in the hopes that if I wouldn’t improve on my content and grammar, I might as well improve on my margins and penmanship. Thanks to Microsoft Word, I don’t have to mess with the latter.
I admit that I have only learned little of CSS and PHP to be considered to be tech savvy or make a website with a cool GUI. And I also reckon that it would really take me a while to have this site’s viewing statistics. But I continue to blog because I somehow get to own a small amount of space of the internet, even if that real estate just means a few milliseconds of attention, or a few bytes of information.
Most of all, I get to read a lot of great articles every now and then. Below are some of the best lines I’ve read from the hundreds of blog entries I’ve surfed last year. The topics are as diverse as my blogger-friends: a parent’s unconditional love one, loss of a loved one, love that was never meant to happen, quarter life crisis, financial management, finding meaning in the workplace. In one way or the other, I have learned from their posts, have identified with some of their struggles, and have been enriched by their experiences.
Don’t, never, get a mistress. They cost money and time. Your time is better spent earning more money or taking care of your family …It also makes for a better family and a better society. I’m sure that sounds like a line from Ms. Congeniality (which I’ll never be) but if you do the math, it is a sound argument – Atticus
I’m crossing over to my adult life with more anxiety and uncertainty. I was like being left in the middle of a desert, not knowing where to go; like being told to paint on a billboard-sized canvas, not knowing where to start. I’m not even sure if everyone went through this, or are going through this. It’s like I’m just trying to complicate everything when life is just supposed to be simple. – Cho
Up to this day, I have to argue that there was not enough science to understand his disease at that time but my mother insists that something else has caused his death. According to the doctors, it was an unknown case, but according to my mom, it was the work of evil. But I don’t want to spend too much time trying to figure out why he died at such an early age. I have to think of it as part of God’s plan or a necessity so that I could become the person I am today. – Deeken
I smile at the thought of being referred to by people as their ‘family doctor’ as much as there are ‘family lawyers’ and ‘family dentists’. I smile at my desire to educate everybody on the adverse effects of smoking and drinking. I smile at the challenge of a difficult diagnosis and racking my brains out. A career in family practice will offer me all of these on a daily basis. I believe that this is my calling.
And if eggs, live chickens, and vegetables will be all I get, I guess the next thing to learn is how to cook. – Duke
“We’re burning credits here, your bills gonna skyrocket.” He tried to say goodbye.
She answered with a deep sigh and she said, “Thanks!”
“Don’t worry, I know your mom’s gonna kill you when she sees your phone bill after…”
“I meant thanks for loving me despite everything, I am sorry I can’t love you back.”
“Ey what are friends for?” He just said one of the most painful things to ever escape his lips!
“Click,” the line went dead.
That phone call cost her 60.00PHP -it cost him his heart! – Jedi
I guess the real tragedy of my father’s death is not his death itself—but because there was SO MUCH LOVE UNSAID…By dying without knowing comes another tragedy—a life full of regrets which could be so incapacitating to move forward. The final lesson? Love to the fullest, live to the fullest. – Jerome
I figured my papang deserved some delightful news from me and not my standard boredom-inducing “buhi pa ko” (I’m still alive) statement, so I told him my stale news…Instead of acknowledging his congratulations, I pointed out that he misunderstood some things I said in the e-mail (he really did misunderstood some things!) and I proceeded to make things clear. I wrote a few lines of probably senseless blah blah blahs without commenting nor reacting on his congratulations.
My papang’s reply? “regardless… basta, just remember I’m very proud of you.” –Jr3
There’s a lot more to blogging than the site meter, or the blogroll, or the eye candy interfaces. At the end of the day, the form and the numbers will not matter as long as the message has been effectively conveyed.
Now at least I can say that with more conviction if only to match to my friend’s resolution.