30, 5, 3, 1

Happy New Year, everyone!

I am writing this while seated outside the emergency department of East Avenue Medical Center (and posting this several hours later while waiting for my live report here at the NLEX command center). Thankfully, there are no cases of firecracker related injuries so I have the time to write a short blog post about this eventful year.

Looks like I’ll be greeting 2019 here, alongside devoted colleagues who have accepted the fact that media practitioners spend the holidays on the job.


30, 5, 3, 1 – these are milestones in my life.

This year, I turned 30.

I used to dread growing old…to the point of declaring that I only want to live until the age of 40. But here I am at 30 and I feel like I am on top of the world, despite various setbacks.


At 30, I finally accepted the fact that I cannot please everyone, that I do not have to feel bad about people who don’t care about me (or worse, hate me). I feel like I am going through another cycle of adulthood as I try to set my priorities straight again. Hopefully, I finish my MA next year and then I can decide what to do with the rest of my life.

This year, I celebrated my 5th year in media.

I am a late bloomer. It took me 4 years after college before having the courage to try journalism. And it has been the best decision I ever made. Being a journalist has given me purpose in life. It has kept me on my toes and has made me want to improve myself so I may better serve the people.

Five years is actually not that long and at times I regret not going into media earlier but my past work with cause-oriented groups has also helped me become the journalist I am right now. Since I consider myself a young journalist, I am able to remain humble and be open to learning from others.


This year, Ivan and I celebrated our 3rd anniversary.

It was without fanfare. We did not even go on a date because we were too busy working on our little project (which I hope to write about next time). But I did not feel bad about it. I have learned to let go of rituals and expectations that do not really serve me any purpose.

To both of us, three years feels like not enough time. What I do know is that I have spent the best years with him. No other person has made me this happy. Everything feels just right. And I am excited to spend the rest of my years with him.

And finally, this year, I celebrated my first year with ABS-CBN.

In college, I told myself that I will never do TV work. I was (still am) an awkward kid who did not know how to behave in front of the camera or with a large group of people. But I’ve taught myself to be more outgoing and confident. I am a work-in-progress. There are days when I would feel awfully insecure but focusing on the story helps me forget about trivial things.

I decided to try TV because I believe that video is king and that through broadcast (plus online) I am able to reach the widest audience. It has not been easy. And until now I am still adjusting but I am happy with the stories that I do and the people that I’ve met along the way.

To all of you who have helped me in my stories, went out of their way to agree to an interview or introduce me to a friend who served as my source, THANK YOU SO MUCH! Everlasting gratitude also to my media friends and my family, who have comforted me during trying times. I would not have survived 2018 without you guys. Indeed, it takes a village (the Universe, rather) to raise a young journo like me.

Despite my frustrations with society in general, 2018 has been good to me. I am very hopeful for next year. Now, if only humans can reverse climate change…

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