I picked some of my blog posts in my old blog account. Hope you'll waste time reading the ink of my blood.
Missing You (posted April 15, 2011)
Four years in the paper...ahhh...it was meaningful and very memorable.Being a journalist is my dream and TST made it come true. I'm proud I served many students and made a difference. I can't help but feel nostalgic about it.
I miss the overnight press work and most of the time it becomes over overnight. I miss the thrill of writing articles and editing to beat the deadline kahit madalas hindi naman nabibeat. I miss the memo of Rommel (EIC, a.y. 2007-2008) when our articles were late. I miss how we insult each other and yet we never get offended, we just laughed. I miss the balahuraan, kulitan, okrayan, asaran at tawanan during midnight wherein nagsisimula na kaming sapian ng pagkabangag ng antok. I miss the cramming and adrenalin rush of thinking what would be the cover of our magazine issue. I miss missing the class or a quiz to cover the latest news and happenings inside and out of the campus.
I miss the ginisang corned beef na may patatas na nalulunod sa sabaw and the rice na matigas kasi hilaw pa. I miss the boodle fight during acquaintance and Christmas party...the food...mmmm...sarap! Nilagang talong at sitaw na may sawsawang buro na 'di ko kinakain, fishball, kikiam, inihaw na tilapia, spaghetti...paghalu-haluin...perfect! That's our malinamnam na hapunan na may katas pa ng kamay ng mga di naghugas, 'yung sawsawan na lang ng fishball ang pinaghugasan. Hahaha! Yummy!
I miss Nana Bebe, utangan namin ng food and snacks whenever we lacked budget. I miss the tilapia of Ma'am Mae (super concern samin yun eh hehe). I miss Manong Guard who always checked us if we have a permit for overnight and reminding us to minimize our noise. I miss Ate Aida, our publisher who annually gave us memo pad and fast drafting the copy of our issue. I miss looking for Ma'am Malou, our adviser, and finding out that she's asleep. (Love you, ma'am.) I miss the footsteps upstairs that we hear at around midnight or three o'clock in the morning and we all know that nobody's there. (Hehe!)
But most of all, I miss the people that I've been with through the ups and downs in the paper. I miss how we stand and fight for the welfare of the students. I miss our brainstorming to balance issues and let them know the truth. I miss the people who strikes their eyebrows to us but still we managed to prove to them what freedom of the press is.
I learned a lot from the publication and I'm so thankful that I've been part of the TST. What I learned and experienced in the school paper is more than what the four corners of the classroom taught me... for it is beyond theories. Blood is my ink. Ink is my blood.
On being a mom (posted May 10, 2011)
May 8, its my first Mother's Day. It's been
six months as a mom and I must say that it's really tiring and
stressful yet fulfilling. The commercial of Lucky Me is very true. "Ma,
mahirap po bang magbuntis?, the daughter asked. Then, the mother
replied, "Oo, anak pero mas mahirap maging ina."
I would lie if I would say that I
don't miss being a single. I miss hanging out with my friends. I miss
the adventure of going from places to another and to another. I miss
owning my time without worrying about a baby crying. I miss doing what I
want and no baby to breastfeed and to change diaper. But I would not
and would never want to turn back to the time where I am on my own.
Being a mom is rich and rewarding but it also give stain on my mood. I
feel helpless sometimes. Sometimes I wanted to shout to lessen the
stress and frustrations that I feel. I got exhausted and sometimes angry
and in the end i will feel guilty. That is what they call postpartum
depression and they say it's just normal especially to a first-timer mom
like me. As time goes by I will encounter so many ups and downs as a
mother. Motherhood is really a roller-coaster ride.
I won't exchange being a mom to being
a single. I love my precious baby although she's hard to take care of. I
love the innocence and every bit of her. I love her soft touch on my
face and hands. I love how she look on my eyes, the spark of her eyes
which shows that she loves me too. I love to see her smile then giggle. I
love spoon feeding her and saying "Baby, mmm... that's yummy". I love
hearing her cute little voice calling me "ma-ma-my" especially when
she's hungry. I love humming her a lullaby and let her sleep on my chest
or tummy. I love playing with her doing high fives, aligns and soft
untugan.
I
love my baby Raine Averie "Avie" beyond measure. She brings joy to my
world and it outweighs all the hard work I've done. Eventually, she will
learn how to talk and walk, run and slide, tripped and fell to the
ground then stand up all by herself. Later on she can manage to feed and
clean herself. Soon enough she will go to school, meet new friends and
go to other places without me. I'm not sad for it's part of life of
being a mother and a child should grow up. I will cherish and treasure
every moment and milestone I have with her for today she's a baby and
tomorrow she's a lady. I will be very glad seeing her learning the world
I used to live. I learned that being a mother is not about giving
birth, it's about giving the best for your child.
There's no such thing as perfect mother, we do mistakes as we walk the journey of motherhood but what is important is that we correct it right away and learned from it so that our children will grow as good individuals. We are what our child is. Their achievement is our achievement. Their smile is our happiness. And definitely, their tears is our sadness. Anna Quindlen is right, "Raising children is presented at first as true-false test, then becomes multiple choice, until finally, far along, you realize that it is an endless essay." Being a mother is also being a teacher and a student. you have to talk a lot but you also have to listen. You have to be mad sometimes but you also have to be patient. I have learned a lot as a mother and I will continue to learn.
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