I spent like an hour before I finally settled to write this blog. I had so many things to do, and I didn’t know when and how to begin.
Is that what you call stalling?
Just like now, I’m supposed to write a script, so I open my PC with the intention to write one. But then, I have been seating in front of the computer for hours— surfing the net, checking my mails, uploading new pictures and answering the comments in my multiply account. To those who have been asking, here’s the URL: www.candiva.multiply.com.
Now, I’m writing this blog. I am stalling though. Please naman, huwag kayong mag-deny na nag-stall din kayo as a person. For stalling and doing things other than what you are really supposed to do, nasayang ba ang oras ko? Sayang ba ang oras?
(A deep breath, looks around, stops, grabs the newest edition of Preview magazine, browses through the magazine, then goes back to typing.)
Answer: Nope. I personally believe na hindi naman nasayang ang oras ko sa mga bagay na ginawa ko.
Nalaman ko na may bagong virus na kumakalat sa net. It’s an email entitled “Life is beautiful,” once you open it, your PC will be corrupted and all memory will be erased. I found out the gold in eating a banana everyday. I learned something from each task I did, but I was not able to prioritize which task needs to be done immediately.
Ang sayang sa oras, yung pagagalitan ko yung yaya ng anak ko because nakalimutan na naman niya ang bilin ko na kailangang gluten-free and casein-free ang cookies ni Quentin. Magagalit pa ba ako na parang production number? Hindi na. Sayang sa oras.
Sayang sa oras yung pag-usapan ang mga bagay na hindi naman ako concerned at all. Earlier today, I told a business partner how our colleagues think of her. She’s difficult to deal with, and I told her that because she’s affecting my work. She started defending herself and I said to myself, “Excuse me. Honestly, I’m not interested in the details because I cannot relay that message to every person who already has that perception of her”. Siguro, dapat hindi ko na rin sinabi sa kanya kasi sayang ang oras.
‘Pag ang tao, ayaw makinig at gusto mo lang naman tumulong, ‘wag na. Sayang ang oras.
Meron akong crush na nag-e-effort akong papansin. Pero teka, bakit ako? Babae nga pala ako. Kahit naman ganito ako, naniniwala pa rin ako na ang babae ang sinusuyo. Kaya kung ayaw, tama na. Sayang ang oras.
My mom requested me to do something I didn’t want to do, I obeyed although I grumbled. Sabi nga, “there is so much grace given by honoring your parents.” I just did it, and I realized that grumbling will bring me nowhere. Sayang ang oras.
I had a late-night dinner with Eugene Domingo and Cherry Pie Picache. We were just laughing. Wala kaming pinag-usapang ibang tao. Hindi sayang ang oras doon.
I was with another group the other night. The minute I approached the table, I felt unwelcome. I sensed their eyes were talking. Gosh! Pag-aabalahan ko pa ba ng panahon kung gusto nila ako pag-usapan. At that very point, gusto kong sabihin na, “Alam niyo ba magaling ako magbasa ng tinginan at buntong hingahan school of acting communication arts skills? Kasi iyan ang isa sa qualification sa trabaho ko, to observe”. Sarap sabihin. Kaso hahaba pa ang usapan. Hindi naman aamin. I opted to keep quiet and excuse myself to leave. Sayang ang oras.
‘Pag ang call time ay 7:00 a.m. ‘tapos ang mga kasamahan mo 9:00 a.m. dumadating, tagal pang magbihis at mag-ayos ng buhok, so, another hour for that…sayang ang oras!
‘Pag dwelling on the past, puro ngitngit and galit…sayang ang oras.
Mentioning about my experience about this other group of mine, brought back a little ‘inis’ in my heart… sayang ang oras. Sayang ang writing space.
Lingering too much time at a friend’s house, even when you are no longer needed and doing anything, they say, “don’t let your host be happy twice—first, because you came, and second, because you are finally leaving. Sayang ang oras.
Getting into fights, sayang ang oras.
Getting really pikon with the traffic and pikon with the bus drivers here in Manila, that’s big-time na sayang ang oras.
Fears are stumbling blocks. I have a friend who fears flying in small planes. Imagine going to Boracay, where we have to fly to this town first, then take two and half hours nakakahilo bus ride to reach port area, then a 15-minute ferry ride to Boracay. That’s like six hours wasted time with the checking out, waiting, and blah-blah. Sayang ang oras.
Fear of being laughed at. A friend loves dancing but she never really tried to hone it. Now, she’s 40 plus. I told her to go for it. But if she started when she was younger, baka ngayon, star dancer na siya. Sayang ang oras.
Trying to make people understand your state, yung trip mo…sayang ang oras.
Getting mad, keeping anger…sayang ang oras.
Remembering the “bad things you did to me,” sayang ang oras.
Indulging in cheap talks, a.k.a. as “chismis,” sayang ang Oras.
Waiting for someone na hindi naman nagpapahintay, sayang ang oras.
Analyzing everything too much, sayang ang oras.
Trying to live a life where you have to prove others that you are good, outdoing every person that comes your way, looking at life na parang contest—they’re stressful! Sayang ang oras.
Getting stuck to your miseries in life and your kawawa-naman-ako attitude could take so much energy, to think that doing so would never solve a problem. Sayang ang oras.
Living according to the world’s standard. Contest everyday ang tingin sa life. Forgetting everyone will die. ‘Pag namantay ka, ‘di naman madadala lahat ng yaman kaya sayang ang Oras.
2008 na kapatid! Go for gold! Don’t waste your time.
Gagawa pa nga pala ako ng script. ‘Pag pinahaba ko pa itong blog entry na ito, sayang na ang oras niyo sa pagbabasa kasi point taken na naman. Hindi nga ba?