Of losses and ironies

I find that life's choices can be ironic. Ironically funny, ironically sarcastic and ironically painful. I never considered myself a risk taker, most of time fearing change. Horribly indecisive that I am, is a hard thing to believe as most know me as being assertive, knowing what I want.

Change comes slow to some, while others are comfortable with change overnight. I find that change is slow for me, albeit, my risk-taking fear has diminished so slight, I feel it is time to take stock of what I have done and what I want to do, at least in the next 24 months or so.

It is time I believe, to acknowledge that I will not be part of the herd, and not to have myself influenced by others. It is time. One step. Then many more, I hope then the dreams of being in an environment to help others will come true. It took me too long a while to identify that this is where I will be heading. People say you need to be taken out of your comfort zone to be able to see things in clearer light. I believe that I have.

My first post

It began on a warm and sunny day in the Rizal Library, at the Ateneo de Manila University, out of boredom, curiousity and hunger for stimulation.

This is my first entry into the world of bytes and blogs.

I've always wanted to venture into the cyberspace, first with baby steps, hopefully graduate to mammoth ones.

I realise one thing, though, coming back to school has refreshed my mind about critical thoughts and challenging arguments. Pray, that it will spill over right here, in this tiny space of ambiguity.

Cheers.