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Monday, March 3, 2014

Points to Ponder from the Movie “3 Idiots”



By: Femme Noble

 “3 Idiots” is a movie that displays humor. But aside from the humor, it also reveals and exposes great teaching and lessons in life. Lessons that give us opportunity to ponder upon issues that calls for change – disposition and outlook in life, educational system, choosing a career and more.
                          
          The movie highlights a “traditional” academic setting. It captures the perceptions of the learners and teachers on education. The fact bears important perception on a popular academic setting with over emphasis on grade, bookish knowledge and the teacher- centered approach in teaching.

          Why 3 Idiots? The movie features three important idiots- Farhan, Raju, and Rancho who shared the same room in an engineering college. The term “idiot” is used to denote to “not someone stupid” but a “free thinker who follows his heart”. Among the 3, Rancho is different. He is unique and he challenges conventions at every stage. He has not been a machine while others seem to be acting as robots following their professor’s commands. He is naturally curious; sees things in different light and brilliance. It’s a story of the impressive “Rancho” who has taught and made a difference in other’s lives.

To the people who have watched the movie, let’s recollect the main highlights of the movie and see all what we can learn from them.

Lesson 1 – “Heart scares easily, you have to trick it”.

              These were the words of wisdom from Rancho. He had a story about an old watchman in the village. On night patrol, he’d call out “All is well”. And they slept peacefully. Then, there was a theft and they learned he couldn’t see at night. He’d just yell “All is well” and they felt secured. That day, Rancho understood that heart scares easily, you have to trick it. However, no matter how big the problem is, just take your hands, put it over your heart and say the words “All is well”. Perhaps, it wouldn’t solve the problem but you gain courage to face it.
              Bottom-line: Be courageous in life especially in difficult times!

Lesson 2 – “Teachers must teach students learn with a purpose”.
                  
              In a particular scene, Rancho taught us how to teach. As he expressed his opinions freely, Prof. Virus, the terror president of their college, thought that he was a self-proclaimed professor who thinks he was better than highly qualified teachers. But all he wanted was to teach them how to teach. Standing in front of them, he demonstrated what a good teacher was. He asked them questions, scan their notebook for answers and he asked them to rewind their life for a moment. He asked them the moment he instructs them to look for a certain answer, were they curious? Excited? Or thrilled that they learn something new? No, all they got was a frantic race. Sometimes, we just tend to learn just for the sake of it.
Bottom-line: We must understand the real purpose of learning and how it’s going to affect us, the people around us and what we become in the future.



Lesson 3 – “Study with all your heart, not just for grades”.

              In one scene, Rancho quoted a wise saying “Study to be accomplished, not affluent”. Follow excellence and success will chase you. Farhan and Raju always failed in the exams while Rancho topped in class. However, he’s a student who didn’t care about ranks or grades in class. This is what he wanted other to understand for it seemed that students just study to get high grades, to rank high in class. For him, this system was like a caste system- A grades: masters, C grades: Slaves. This is one of the most important lesson that students need to learn.
Bottom-line: Have the interest in learning not just for the sake of gaining high grades!

Lesson 4 – “Life is cooperative, not competitive”.

             Professor Virus’ idea on education was a competition among all the students. He once said “The Koel birds didn’t make their own nest. They lay their eggs on other nests. And when they hatch, what do they do? They push other nests out of the nests. Their life begins with murder. That’s nature compete or die”. Student’s lives were compared to that of the eggs. It then created pressure at head. Instead, why not help each other? As students, we don’t need to compete, instead help and lift each other up towards success.
             Bottom-line: Learn to live together!

Lesson 5 – “Make your passion as your profession”.

Rancho believed that Farhan and Raju failed in class for not following their passion. One lived in fear, the other in pretense. Raju loved photography but was marrying machines to fulfill his father’s wish. Farhan, on the other hand, was a coward--scared of the future. While Rancho excelled because engineering was his passion. He once said, “If Michael Jackson’s dad forced him to be a boxer, and Mohammed Ali’s dad forced him to be a singer, imagine the disaster. In the end, they followed their profession and passion, became successful in their career. So, always follow your heart, know your passion in choosing a profession. If you pursue a career you don’t like, someday on your deathbed, you’ll regret. Make your passion you profession then work will play.”
             Bottomline: choose a career yourself!

                   The movie underlines philosophies in life we need to ponder upon. The most important thing to be done is to remember the simplicity of life.  Never run after success, let it happen automatically in life. If some were taught that life is a race, and that you don’t run fast you’ll get trampled”, we must learn that we don’t need to run fast, instead we need to live each moment to the fullest. Enjoy your journey.



Sunday, March 2, 2014

Janny

            

                 Hi there! I am Janny. J

                A month ago, I was very happy because I finally have an owner. I was so excited to know how it feels to be used and to be taken care of. I am very confident that my owner is going to make me his best buddy. But that was all a month ago, and my life has never been the same since. BECAUSE EVERYTHING WAS JUST A DREAM.

                My day starts at 7:00am. You wake me up only when you need me. You shove your things recklessly inside me. Have you ever wondered that I get hurt too? You put me on your back as you run to school. When you dropped me on your seat, I got the chance to talk to my friends. Do you know that I envied them because they are well taken care of? As I looked at them, I observed that though they are old, they still looked good as new. I feel so unloved. During lunch break, you carelessly pulled your snack out of me and spilled some juice on me. Do you know that I felt so sticky and dirty? You acted as if it wasn’t a big deal. Anyway, your mom could just wash me off, right? After that, the class dismissed for the day. Again, you ran home with your friends. Along the way, you met some bullies like you. Before I knew it, you hurled me towards the biggest bully and a brawl started. Everything went on like a blur. All I know was that, I have been stepped on, my straps pulled, my pockets ripped, and got even dirtier. Yes, you had some scrapes and bruises, but what I got was worse. At last, we were home. You dumped me on the kitchen floor as you ran towards your mom. You told her your story and treated your wounds. I was left on the corner, with my untold story.


                That was how my day ended ----------- and probably my life, too. It was 7:00pm. My day is always 12 hours long because the other 12 hours, I am invisible. I only live when I am used and when I am used, I am abused. I have carried loads for you, but you have never shown your gratitude in words or in action. Have you ever thanked or appreciated me? Maybe, this is how life should be for someone like me. I was destined to experience what I have gone through. Alas! Fate hasn’t been good to me. However, if fate permits that I live again, I will still choose to be used by you than to never be used at all. After all, I am just a school bag ------------ your school bag.

Just a Memory



By: Cindy Alere


         The heat of the sun blatantly pricks her back as she traverses her way to her destination. It was like she's been hiking towards something endless. All that she wanted that time was to reach the place, cool down and escape from the heat of the sun. It is past 12 and the sun is on its peak. She must reach the place as soon as possible. She was dehydrating along the way. She wanted to quench her thirst so badly.

         She arrived at exactly 1 pm. She felt the fresh air blown by the winds. She was listening to the songs of the birds and was amazingly looking at how trees danced as they swayed. She scuttles to see the pacing vehicles that look like little toys. Till then, she realized the purpose of moving up on that far place. She directly jaunts at the small house. She tried to peep if anyone was inside. But, she couldn't find any hint that somebody really was. She then rolled her eyes on her surroundings. She could see the beauty of nature that was engraved around the little house.

         “Ayoooooo!” she said politely.

         “Yes? Who's there?” answer the old man.

         Her face appeared delighted. Her smile reached her ears. Then, she took a bless to the old man.

         “Lolo!” she exclaimed and hurriedly embraced the old man.

         After a quite long while, she raised her head and saw no expression on her Lolo's face.
         “Who are you?” asked the old man.

         The question surprised her. It was the least thing she expected her Lolo to utter. It was then she realized how long they haven't seen each other. 4 years? 6 years? She smiled and told him her name. She could clearly see the gladness on the eyes of her Lolo—an indication that her Lolo remembered her.

         They sat on a bamboo chair and talked about some things. She exultantly told her Lolo the tickled moments of her life. Both of them were laughing. But in a moment, she stopped. She could catch the tears falling from her Lolo's eyes.

         “What's the matter Lo..?”

         “I am just so happy that I have a grandchild who tramped this far place to see me.”

         She feels the tears falling from her eyes. She falls from the chair. She has fallen asleep and has had a dream; a memory of something existed in reality long time ago. It’s a bit embarrassing, she thought. She strides to see her Lolo lying in the coffin. She misses him badly. Her Lolo had never kept something for himself alone; he always had given help to the needy.


         Her lolo was taken by death. However, the things he had imparted to her would always be kept safe. He would always have a place in her heart. Gratitude, love and happiness may not wake him up from his eternal slumber yet she'd like to say she was so much thankful, and would forever be, for his transient presence and love. Everything that happened was a memory worth-reminiscing. 

A Woman of Strong Character



By: Sulpico, Rizilmie

A mother's tender and powerful love is the purest love on Earth.

Washington Irving said, "A mother is the truest friend we have when trials, heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts."

Mothers have done all good things for their beloved children without expecting something in return, except maybe for a genuine embrace. They do not think whether or not they will be taken care of by their children as they would grow old and their children grow up.  What they care about is to do their best to keep their children safe, give them quality education and shelter, and even provide them things that they have not even asked for.

I feel inspired and renewed. The person who influenced me to become a good and responsible being, the one who taught me to read and count, the one whom I can lean on in times of trouble is none other than my very own mother.

Until now, I wonder about this amazing woman whom I dearly love. In spite of my imperfections, she stays by my side. She supports and guides me in keeping myself in the right track. Amidst trials and difficulties that the family faces, she remains being a strong foundation. It seems like everything will turn out right easily. She is loving, caring, and faithful---a woman of strong character who serves as a role model to us, her children, in giving unconditional love.

I'm so thankful that God blessed me with a wonderful mother whom I can share my concerns and problems in life with, ready to listen and to give pieces of advice. Perhaps, the fruit of hardwork she has done to be able to continually send me to school isn’t at my hands yet, but no one can stop me from saying “I love you mom, thank you. You're the best!”
          
She is the woman whom I treasure and value more than anything else in this world. I would not ask for more myself, since in the end: she knows best.

One of the constant relationships here in the world is the one we share with our mothers. They are our guiding force thus, I believe we have to give them credit for this is something we can do to honor them.

Before I’ll end this last statement with a period, please meditate on these succeeding words: Mothers are not rare, but GOOD ones are.

The Personage behind My First Heartbreak



By: Orate, Devie Kate J.

          There were times that I felt that my world was so barren, defunct, and ruptured since the day he deserted me. My ideal man, the one I dearly loved, left me hanging alone, empty-handed, miserable, helpless, and bewildered. After all the prolific moments we shared together, the bonding times we had when we talked about the future---they were all gone. My sweet dream with him turned into a dreadful nightmare. The days I’ve cherished with him vanished in the thin air with just one glimpse and turned into ashes since the day he departed from me without any permission. I am afraid to think back about the reason why’d he left me. My visions of him are slowly fading, as the glimmer of light continued to deem. However, totally forgetting everything about him had never been that easy for me.
          Many years had passed and as the days rolled by, still I couldn’t move on from him. His charm, it’s been very captivating. His firm stature was a sign that he could carry me whenever I stumble down. His angelic face was still wandering in my head, his masculine arms that held and warmed me during the lonely nights---I missed them. Whenever I was in shame, the encouraging words from his tender lips were my lofty comfort that gave me strength. He was the one who’s always beside me, ready to lend a helping hand whenever I burst into tears due to judgment and rejection of other people towards me. It gave me chills whenever I hear his soothing voice saying; ‘You must take care of yourself, be strong, fight as long as you know you are right, accept defeat and most importantly, do not forget our Father up above.’ Those words from him were like tape records that kept on playing in my mind. I could simply compare myself to a warrior while he was my spear and my shield in dealing and surpassing difficult hurdles in life. The very piece of him, was the medical transcription of this wounded and helpless me deep within.
          He was always tattooed on my mind; his very being was buried inside my heart. Whenever I heard stories about him, I faked a smile as if I was okay, yet behind those pretentious smile was a voice deep within that said, ‘Wherever you are right now, I hope you’re fine.’ I couldn’t compare anyone to him. He’s one of a kind, a one in a million. My love and affection for him couldn’t be over emphasized. He was exceptional.

          Though he ceased me and left my world with marks of him that tormented my heart; amidst the scars he had caused me I’d like him to know that he had been my inspiration why I kept going on with my life even if I am facing various dilemmas. I thanked him for the wonderful memories that I’d never forget even in my death bed. I would love him forever and as always even if he left my simple world. Would I still be able to love a man like him after this first heartbreak of mine? The answer was still vague, because only God could foresee what he holds for me in store. He left me without even knowing how proud I was to meet a person like him in my life. I miss him--- the personage behind my first heartbreak, my true love, the man I could never ever forget--- my beloved father who passed away a number of years ago.

Saturday, March 1, 2014

When Lights are off


By: Julysa R. Caseres


One. No. Two. Please. Three. Helpless. Kids usually do it. Thinking that they might win their mother’s hearts, they would often request on not turning off the light during bedtime. “It’s okay, honey. Nothing’s scary about sleeping while lights are off. Go now and sleep”. Mothers usually respond with friendly curves on their faces.

That is what some children do, and I have done it myself too. I don’t like it when lights are off until one day, someone has come and told me how he has managed to survive out from the light that was permanently off. His bravery amazes me. Perhaps, it is during dark times that we can showcase the courage that’s inside us, and this will become our light that would guide us throughout the way.

Two years prior to the summer of meeting him, he had an ideal life. He had two siblings whom he considered his best dudes; a father who was not perfect but was trying to be the best he could be, and a mother whom he loved the most. His family was all he needed. Every storm, trial, success and achievement could be worth facing and celebrating so long as he’s with them. Their house, further, was no ordinary building---- it’s a well-lit home. Laughter could be heard out from that house until suddenly everything was changed.

His mother was brought to the nearest hospital one day, suffering from mild strokes. She was diagnosed having hypertension. Ordinarily, the diagnosis had not become of great surprise, since t’was common. But as a kid, he knew something’s wrong and he needed every positive explanation.

Times passed and his mother maintained medications. Evidences of improvement were seen. He became more hopeful and longed to see her walk normally again. He wanted to see her smile the way she did when everything was under normal condition. However, improvement didn’t last long. Mild strokes worsen and it occurred more frequently. She was trapped in a corner of the house, allowed to execute only limited movements. Perhaps, he had said, “no” during that time, rejecting the possibility of seeing things totally broken.

More and more times passed, less and less hope remained. She became severely ill. She lay helpless in her bed, unable to walk and see the sunlight. He saw her longing to survive in her eyes. He wanted to help her, but the idea that they already had done everything they could do hurt him all the more. Surely, he had had uttered the word “please” during those times, pleading God to rescue his mother from that heartbreaking situation right away. She’s the only woman in the family. She’s the only one who could understand him the way men couldn’t do. He had been praying until the thing they had never dreamed of experiencing happened.

She died. He was helpless. The light was gone and what’s more painful for him was that it was turned off the moment he was weak and weary. He craved for hope but it was with her­­---six feet below the ground. He had a hard time moving on for what surrounded him was darkness. Yet this darkness made him appreciate the little presence of light around him. He continued moving forward day by day. It was then that he realized that the world around was no longer as dim as before. Gradually, he found himself learning to live life without the light that he was once used to have.

I feel I like I am slapped in my face. I have been so coward of losing the temporary light in this transient world while someone out here had tried to be firm though he has permanently lost his’. I realize I have never grown.  Maybe this is because I have been overstaying in the light. I realize that I need to train myself into becoming a strength-driven person. Perhaps I can start when lights are off..



Bukidnon’s Pride



By: Jasmin D. Apilado

If you neglect one’s culture, ignore God’s creation, and fear new experiences, you better stay home. But, if you love adventures, be amazed as you explore the wonders of Bukidnon.

Bukidnon is the heartland of Mindanao, a very welcoming place where people are hospitable and very dedicated in caring for the environment. Aside from the fact that Bukidnon is the biggest cattle-producing province in the region and very abundant with agricultural products, Bukidnon is also blessed with attractive sceneries that would capture everyone’s interest. For you adventurous folks, here are 5 ideal spots that are in Bukidnon that will not only satisfy your eyes but will also fill your heart with joy and peace.

If you love hiking, then Musuan peak is the right place for you. It is located in Musuan, Dologon, Maramag, Bukidnon. It is also known as Mount Musuan and Mount Calayo and is one of the active volcanoes in the Philippines. Musuan Peak is a favorite hiking destination in Bukidnon. Aside from the fact that climbing is a good exercise, you will also be rewarded with the alluring views on top. Also, the comforting atmospheres will definitely sooth your mind and heart.
It is best to climb during early morning; a time where a cozy atmosphere envelopes the whole place especially on its peak. After an hour or more of walking, you will be recompensed with the cool breeze of air. Be mesmerized as you witness the most exciting scene at Musuan Peak as the fog slowly disappears revealing the breath-taking view of natural attractions below.  The green rice fields can be seen in perfect view, the verdant trees are truly enchanting, and of course the very fascinating view of Pulangi River, considered as the longest river system in Mindanao that makes the place more appealing.
It’s also very easy to get there, if you are from Cagayan de Oro, travelling to Musuan Peak's entrance is about 125 kilometers. You can take a bus heading Kibawe, Wao, Davao and stop by near Central Mindanao University campus. If you are from Davao, distance is about 133 kilometers. Ride a bus heading Cagayan and feel free to ask the person you see, I assure you, the people there are very approachable and helpful. Entrance fee is only 10 pesos per person. Take your time anticipating the wonderful views and feel the moment of being on top of the world.
If you find it tiring walking up hill, the relaxing scenic views of Lake Apo is perfect for you. It is an ideal spot for bonding moments with friends and loved one. It is found in Brgy. Guinoyoran that is located in Brgy. Poblacion.

Lake Apo was awarded as the clearest island body of water in Northern Mindanao Region in late 1990’s. It is surrounded with refreshing green trees that would surely cool down one’s feelings. The cold, clean water invites the people to feel the water with pleasure. Plus, at a very affordable offer, you and your friends can experience the floating native-inspired cottages for only 200 pesos. The place is a perfect venue for family picnic, friends bonding and couple dating. The evergreen trees surrounding the lake adds leisurely nature ambiance that touches the soul of every creature.

From Cagayan de Oro Agora Terminal, take a bus towards Valencia, bus fare for Php 160 per person. From Malaybalay City, you can take a multicab for Php35 per person to Valencia City, and from there, the motorcycle ride costs Php 60 per person, depending on how you make amendment with the motorcycle driver

Another pride of Bukidnon is the Monastery of the Transfiguration. It is located atop of the hill of Barangay San Jose, Malaybalay, Bukidnon. From the highway, it takes around 8-10 minutes travel time to go to the Monastery.

 This was founded by Fr. Abbot Eduardo Africa, OSB and is run by the Benedictine Monks. The pyramid – shaped church designed by the National Artist Leandro Locsin sits on the top of the hill. More than a tourist destination, the Monastery of the Transfiguration is an ideal place to mend broken heart, find peace for a weary soul, and to reflect one self.

With its ambience of deep serenity, the Monastery of Transfiguration is absolutely a great venue to spend quality time to evaluate yourself on how you are as a person to others and especially to our creator. The views are simply captivating. The silence provides calmness to the mind and comforts the heart. Of course, don’t leave without tasting and buying monks blend coffee, greaseless peanuts and be enchanted with the best sunset views of the hills that will make you realize how meaningful the life is.

Among the list is the Overview Nature Park located at the municipality of Quezon Bukidnon, it is a best place to find peace and comfort. It’s one of those places that are very near in heaven. It feels like being in a paradise with angels serenading one’s soul that gives so much pleasure.

 The fog that embraces the elevated land gives cool breeze that can shake up man’s heart and mind. The statues that symbolize Bukidnon’s heritage are very fascinating. Travelers especially the tourist of the place can’t refuse the natures offer to stop by and spend leisure time viewing the one of a kind scenery. The stair of more than 200 steps made it more exciting and igniting to stare from above. The zigzag road below that looks like a river gives pleasure to one’s eyes. The scenic view of farmland and the cozy atmosphere could really take the burdens you carry.

 God’s art of creation plus a little touches of technology made up this captivating and breathtaking nature park. The wonderful view would surely make you appreciate the beauty of nature. The place is very accessible since it is just along the highway from Davao City to Cagayan de Oro City or vice versa. From Davao City, bus fare is Php 150. If you are from Cagayan de Oro City, bus fare is Php 230.

 Finally, When talking about Bukidnon’s top spots, the Dahilayan Adventure and forest Park will always be on top of the list. It is located at brgy. Dahilayan Manolo Fortich, Bukidnon. It is very convenient for family bonding and friends outing.

 It is past becoming Bukidnon’s most famous destination. It not only boasts as one of Asia’s longest dual zip line at 840 meter, it also offer other outdoor adventure activities like ATV, zorbing, ropes course, wall climbing and horseback riding for a very affordable offers. These activities will surely give each and everyone a moment to remember. The forest and plantation views are very relaxing that increase the excitement you’ll feel, sightseeing the charming views below. After a whole day of experience, you will go home bringing the memories worth keeping.

This remarkable province of Bukidnon, bragging with gorgeous mountains, filled with pine trees is very rich with natural attractions. It is a place that does not only preserve nature and culture but also develops and maintains God-given resources that the Bukidnons’ treat as treasure. So, if you happen to come and visit Bukidnon, don’t leave without visiting all the places mentioned and I guarantee, they are truly worth it. So, acknowledge one’s custom, appreciate God’s creation, enjoy new experiences, and be a Bukidnon explorer!


          

If you’ll ask me…


By: Jasmin D. Apilado
                                                                                                     
         
          It was the first day of our intensive training and we were asked to share to the class who influenced us in becoming the person we are today. The question absorbed me and made me reminisced my experiences in this so called, “life”. The pain, happiness, failure and success molded me into becoming who I am now.

          I grew up in a simple and happy family: a hard working father who provided our needs in every way that he could; a loving mother who treated us as her treasures; an “ate” who taught me how to write and read, whom I also learnt the essence of being patient; a “kuya” who had been my shield whenever I’m in trouble; and a “bunso” who never failed to make me smile in his own little ways. Indeed, ours is a portrait of a wonderful family.

          Everything was so fine then. The feeling that I am having my family whom I could lean on made me confident enough and turned me into a dependent being. The thought of having that time when I have to stand and fight for my own never appeared in my mind.

          I was 10 years young when, just like a sleigh of the hand, I woke up with nothing. The scent of delicious foods my mother usually prepares every morning vanished. The laughter that once filled the house was gone and the sweet playful banter before bedtime disappeared. It all started when my parents broke the vows they made in the altar. Their relationship was shaken by a test and they just gave up easily hence they ended up separating.

          Life had been very hard then. As young as 12, I was left hanging---too innocent to understand what was happening. I seldom saw my parents. My sister, at the age of 17 went to Leyte and pursued her studies with the help of my uncle. My older brother, only 15 that time stopped studying and ended up working to sustain our needs to survive. I and my younger brother stayed at our grandmother’s company.

          I became the “ate” and “mama” to my brother who was only 6 years old at that time. I took care of him trying to cover up the absence of the kind of family he used to have. I tried to make him feel that nothing changed. I smiled to hide the pain, I laughed to conceal the tear.

          Time passed and I started to accept the reality. Though there were times when I was thinking that everything was just a dream and I’d wake up one day with my whole family beside me, as happy as it used to be. But time continued rolling and I realized it was for real. There was nothing I could do but to continue fighting and be strong.

          Luckily, I was able to finish my studies in high school in spite of what had happened. That was then the beginning of another chapter of my life. I worked at different places to help my grandmother and young brother who were expecting a lot from me.

           I experienced working in a restaurant, serving foods to the customers and washing the dishes. My earnings also served food to our house’s table. I also worked at Manila repacking school supplies that sustained my brother’s studies. I also got a job at Davao City in a gasoline station and worked there for more than a year.

           I stopped working when my father talked to me and told me that he wanted me to continue my studies, a chance I never let go instead I hold on to. So here I am, facing another challenge of my life-a student who dreams to make a change and bring back what has been lost in our family through education.

           I acquired a lot of lesson from these experiences. Each place I’d been from left a mark in my heart. Every people I’d met along the way taught me a lesson as well. Moreover, in every pain I experienced, I gained something. These all influenced me into becoming the person I am today.


          A tap in my shoulder and a whisper “Jasmin, it’s your turn”, brought me back to reality. I was in our classroom with my classmates’ eyes on me. I stood up and faced my classmates. “Who influenced me? Well, if you’ll ask me…….”

A Piece of Freedom


(Confessions of a Student- Mother)
                                                                   Same, Alyn Q.         

            Kkrrrriinnnnnnngggggg!

          Sleepily, I carefully crawl my hands toward the bedside table and quickly tap the top of my alarm clock to stop it from ringing. It’s 3:30 in the morning; my thoughts are awake and my heavy eyes tell me to get a little rest, yet my timetables for the day remind me to get up right away.

          I slowly roll to my left, and cautiously lift myself up from bed so I would not disturb this little creature sleeping beside me. I tip toe pacing the bathroom and make a 15-minute bath; now, I am totally awake. I go to the kitchen after taking a bath to cook breakfast for everybody, when I hear my baby crying. Yes, I have a baby---I mean, babies. They’re twins: Grant andCerynise, the latter was with me since last night, the first was with me the other night. Beau, the father of my kids, and I, take turns each night to where our kids would stay. Grant is with him in their house, for we do not stay in the same roof together.

          It had been 3 years since I’ve been with Beau. We were college sophomores and just like other young lovers, we fell in love with each other so hard and deep, then the twins came after 6 months. We were very young then, but we needed to take our responsibilities for our kids as their parents. I was afraid to tell my papa and mama about my pregnancy because for sure they would throw me out from home so Beau informed his parents about our situation.

          Heavens did give compassion to us. Beau’s family understood the situation yet I could not stay with them for my family might wonder what could had happened to me if I would not be around. Hence I hid my pregnancy for 5 months. I was experiencing morning sicknessbut I had seen to it that I was careful enough not to let anybody know about it. Beau tried to buy all the food I craved for. My tummy got bigger each month that it made my pregnancy obvious to my mama. I could not hide it any longer so I took the courage to confess it to them. Papa wanted to slap me, but he held his hand knowing that I am with a child. He did nothing but wail and cry, and mama just cried silently. I felt that I am a disgrace to my family. Papa had even uttered that I am a big shame and that they regretted raising me expensively. I knew I was wrong and it was not the time yet for me to explain everything to them and so I just cried and asked for their forgiveness. Mama hugged me, and so papa, and that made me burst into tears. There was silence for a moment, and a whisper of prayer uttered by my papa made me cry even more. I couldn’t believe they loved me that much. I knew forgiveness requires thousands of process-- but for a single moment, my parents gave it to me.

          I was relieved when both our parents talked about our situation; my pregnancy, our studies, the wedding, our means of income and living together. Since my tummy’s already getting more noticeable, I had to quit school. Beau also decided to staunch so he could find job. Fortunately, he was hired as a clerk in the Provincial Office. Our situation then was really hard and some adjustments have to be done by the two of us that we barely meet each other. He would go to his parent’s home, while I stayed here in our house sort of hiding from the mouth of the neighbors and acquaintances.

          When I had my first pre-natal and ultrasound, the doctor finds out that I am with twins, yet we need to wait for two months to clearly determine what their gender are. That day came. I was so happy to know that I am to have a boy and a girl. My due would be on the middle of September.

Feeling near to my true happiness; everything was well prepared, Beau saved all his salary for my delivery needs and our parents were very busy buying baby stuffs. I was brought to the hospital when I felt my first labor pains and sent to the delivery room when my water broke. An hour later, my twins arrived healthily, and I felt like I am the happiest mom on earth cuddling my first born kids in my both arms. Beau became emotional when he saw his kids; he kissed me in the forehead and kissed the twin’s hands. And there started the “happiness” that we thought.

          For the first 5 months, Beau and I happily lived together and took care of the babies hand in hand. We spent so many sleepless nights since we usually had to get up in the middle of the night to meet each crying baby’s needs. It was indeed very tiring to us both and even to Beau for he still has to work in the morning.

          School opening on June 2011, Beau and I agreed to go back to school since the twins are now on their 9th month. Beau went back to live with his family, while I was left here in my parent’s house with the twins. I know that was not a good idea because I would have a hard time taking care of the babies at the same time but I cannot hold him because he was not my husband yet.

Foreseeing that there would be no hope for Beau and I to be made as one by marriage officially, I pursue my studies so I could make a future for me and for the twins. I thanked God because my parents supported my decisions. Mama hired a baby sitter for the twins while I’d be out for school and I do my job as a mom on my vacant hours.

These had become my daily routine for 3 semesters now: I wake up early, cook breakfast for everybody, breastfeed the twins before I would left for school, go home during my vacant hours to wean the twins again and spend time with them, review my notes and sleep late at night. I already felt the exhaustions and pains yet I had to be strong and endure everything. I see it as a consequence of my being hard headed and rebellious to my parents.

Beau visited his kids when he’s got a time and often times brought the twins to their house for his parents to see them and that made me renew the hope for our relationship. I loved Beau so much, and I wanted our relationship to continually work but I did not want to take the first move. I wanted him to decide for us, whether he’d marry me or stay with this routine; I would respect whatever his decision would be.

          I became so busy in school, in the house and with the kids that I forgot to give myself a break. So I jokingly quoted, “ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES LHENZIE A DULL GIRL”. I did not have a choice; I entered to this so I must work for it.

          July 17, 2013, I’m now in my senior year and the twins are turning two. I know I cannot breathe success yet for I still have less than a year to finish my Education degree with the grace of God as well as my parents who never left me during these battles—

          Kririring… kririring… I heard my phone ringing and I was back to the present. Thankful that Cerynise went back to sleep. I picked the phone and a husky voice greeted me “good morning”. I greeted back, there was a pause, I listened to his heavy breathing and after a while the person in the other line said, “Nanay, I want you to know that I love you so. I may have failed to express it for around three years, but I swear I never replaced you with someone else here in my heart. I admit I neglected your presence because I became coward to face the reality that I am now a father. I am so sorry I have left everything on you. I never helped you raising the kids; I left you during bad times. I took your freedom away from you. But now I have fully decided and I am now ready and willing to face my responsibilities; I have a responsibility to Grant and Cerynise, and I have a responsibility to you… because I love you.”

          There was silence again and I found myself out of words, aware of the tears that welled down my cheeks; I covered my mouth with my hands so he will not hear the silent sobs of happiness. I love him more! I love him indeed!

          He then continued with a broken voice, like he has been crying during those moments of silence, “Nanay, would you say ‘yes’ if I’d ask you out tonight?” I was very astonished and mouthed the word, “WHAT????” I feel like I wanted to jumped out of the cloud nine, but I naively answered, “Yes, Tatay.”

          Oh, it had been a very long story, but he proposed to me that night. Now I could proudly say:

          “Good morning, class. I am Mrs. ALLYNNA BIRMINGHAM. Welcome to your first day in the class.”


Cliché


By: Pia Chudney A. Masongsong

          Ten years ago, I was this girl who loved everything about fairytales. I grew up believing that love is when a prince saves you from a burning castle and slays the dragon who tried to burn every facet of your being, it’s when a prince wakes you up from an eternal slumber with just one kiss, or even when a simple act of kindness can magically turn a beast into a handsome prince. I simply did not know that these were just mere figments of authors’ imaginations.

          Love-- a word that can turn the world up-side-down. Everyone is willing to go beyond their limits just to savor its existence. We cannot deny the fact that we are bombarded with varied love experiences to the point that the word “love” becomes cliché. Let’s face it; we create our own standards of love that we tend to match up reality with fiction.

          “If it’s about my soul, then take it! I don’t want it without you.” Sounds familiar? Now tell me, who wouldn’t drool over Edward Cullen’s perfectly sculpted body and gorgeous skin that sparkles like diamonds? I have to admit that I am an avid fan of Stephanie Meyer’s Twilight Series. The movie version doesn’t say much about Edward’s sacrifice for Bella, but the book says it all. I remember how Edward killed Victoria when she tried to hunt Bella down. No trace of hesitation was painted on his face when he murdered every vampire on Victoria’s coven just to protect his one and only Bella. Let me ask you, would you fall in love with a guy who feeds himself with blood to survive? One who sucks every ounce of blood from your veins just to satisfy his thirst? Well, I tell you, Bella didn’t mind.

Cinderella was this girl who wanted to escape the wrath of her evil stepmother who did nothing but turned her life into a living hell! Thanks to fairy godmother’s wand, shabby Cinderella turned into a stunning princess who captured the prince’s heart. This prince even ran after Cinderella when the clock struck 12:00, and sent his men to find the girl who owned that astounding glass slipper. In every fairytale in the face of the earth, why does it have to be a brave prince who rescues the damsel in distress? What if it’s the other way around?

Now, who would miss Nicholas Sparks “The Notebook” which made a mark on people’s lives? We can’t deny the clash between Allie and Noah’s castes. They were separated during their younger years, yet destiny found its way to let their paths cross. In spite of Allie’s critical situation, Noah was brave enough to accompany her. Their infinite affection for each other proved that love conquers all earthly things…even death.

I guess these scenarios clearly manifest the true meaning of love. It’s more than just the burning sensation when you hold each other’s hands, nor the butterflies that you feel on your tummy when you hear the sound of his voice. It’s not just those mini thunderbolts that hit you when you kiss under the pouring rain, the slightest flush on your cheeks when you see him coming or how hysteria manages to slip its way when he’s only inches away from you.

Love is often misperceived.  We depend on those heart-melting moments we see on television screens and use it as a standard of a perfect relationship. Come on, love isn’t as appealing as it is way back 80’s.

Could that kind of love pay your bills? Would you still love someone even if you don’t have anything to eat? What would you do if your child got sick and there’s a definite need for him to be inflicted with several antidotes to keep him alive? These are just some of the situations that we see in reality. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not confusing love with money.

My point is, love when it’s the right time for you to do so. Love is way more than what you could ever imagine. It’s that bittersweet thing that could either make or break you. It’s a gamble that you have to face, not certain if you’re lucky enough to reap the prize. You invest much, not sure of the profit you’d gain. Love is a gift from haven that could wash away man’s infirmities.


Love is an unexplainable thing that people can’t predict, nor can’t resist. When love captures the heart, no one could ever find its way out. Just be careful with what you have now, you may have a vivid picture of your perfect love story, just be aware of the pros and cons ‘cause you might end up breaking. As perfect as it may seem, these only happen on movies.
 
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