From the Corner
My hands are sweating, and so are my feet. I’m inside the gasoline station’s snack shop, writing down this blog. It’s an air-conditioned room, but since I am seated next to the AC unit, I can hardly feel the coolness of the place. But that’s fine. They’ve got free wi-fi here, and so instead of going to internet shops that are cluttered all across the neighborhood, I prefer surfing the internet and doing my work here, where it’s all peace and quiet, while all the world’s cacophony are competing at each other outside. Only a half-inch, almost soundproof tempered glass window is separating me inside a peaceful environment from the insanity of the Aguinaldo Highway.
I look at the clock, and it’s now 6:51 PM. I had just finished the initial plans for the upcoming camp of our church on May 25. As a way of simmering down the pressure of work, I checked out the blogsites of friends I know. One in particular that caught my attention was that of Chico Garcia, one of the better DJ’s in the metropolis from RX 93.1. Delle, her co-anchor in the “Morning Rush” Show, once described Chico as the “blog-aholic dj.” Early this morning over at their show, Chico was flaunting his blogsite, which was aptly called “Strange Fruit.” I’ve been browsing through it for two months now, primarily because I was checking out the archives of the Top Ten entries that he was posting over his blog.
As the weeks passed, there grew this healthy jealousy for Chico and his blog. I posted a comment over his blog and told him that I was a frustrated blogger, which meant how I really would love to have a blog of my own, but was actually afraid of maintaining it and keeping it updated with posts on a regular basis.
As I logged out, the thought hit me that, hey, maybe it’s about time I do my own blog.
And so here I am, writing this first blog entry of mine ever.
I was contemplating on what best to name my blog. I thought of so many things, including using my RX code name RCnCess. But I already have two social network sites doing the job of expressing my love for my one and only Princess of eight years. I thought maybe it’s not a bad idea to have one of my own, for my own, where I could just dish out my spontaniety and my genius.
And so I shelved the RCnCess idea (although that name is, in fact, the address of this blog), and instead used this title: Timothy’s Window Corner.
I chose this title for many reasons. First, Timothy is the name of two very important persons in my life. The first Timothy is the Timothy from the Bible. Timothy was a very young man when God called him to become a pastor of a church which was entrusted to him by his mentor, the Apostle Paul. Timothy’s character and reputation is synonymous with youthful uprightness, vibrance and spiritual maturity. It is for these reasons that Timothy is my favorite Bible character.
The second Timothy is my kid brother, Timothy Denzel. He is now 6 years old, and, boy, he is such a true joy to have! He’s very sweet, charming, witty, and, not to forget, cute! Whenever I come home to Manila from my work in Cavite, I would see him at our house seated like a king just 8 inches away from the television, enjoying a yummy bowl of pancit canton. As he glances at me with those joyful eyes, he drops everything down, rushes towards me and gives me that tight bunso hug. Haaay! That’s the joy of being a big brother.
The other half of the blog title, Window Corner, is so because I am doing this blog right at the window corner of the gas station’s snack shop. From there I am closest to the electricty plug, the wi-fi router, and the safe side of the highway. From where I am seated, I see the world running and happening right in front of me. From there I gather my thoughts and ideas, let them flow freely from my head to my fingers to the keyboard to the screen. I wish not to stop and look at how far I have gone writing by now, so that by the end of this entry, I would have actually done a full-pledged blog–pure, unadulterated, spontaneous, free.
By this time, my back is now aching, as I am just sitting on a high stool. But the joy and feeling of having fulfilled a long overdue passion has overwhelmed that.