The OFW Journalism Consortium in partnership with the Royal Netherlands Embassy in the Philippines will soon release MOVE, a free special policy magazine on international migration issues from a Filipino’s eyes.
Copies of MOVE will be given to the participants of Global Forum on Migration & Development (GFMD/Philippines 2008) during 27-30 October 2008. Companies or groups wishing to place advertisements in the magazine are welcome.
For inquiries, email the OFW Journalism Consortium or call (632) 796.2639 or fax your inquiries at 432.8420. Deadline for advertising materials is on August 22, 2008.
Saturday, August 02, 2008
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Sandy's entry: Sandy, stop being too sensitive!
May 15, 2006
I think I might have overreacted when sir Dennis commented, "At long last, your true genius comes out," on my story outline. I misconstrued the meaning of what he said, which I thought was pure sarcasm and filth. I apologize for being myopic at that time.
I think I might have overreacted when sir Dennis commented, "At long last, your true genius comes out," on my story outline. I misconstrued the meaning of what he said, which I thought was pure sarcasm and filth. I apologize for being myopic at that time.
Sandy's entry: The Humanity
May 13, 2006
Fragment 1#: Upon entering the POEA building, the smell of bureaucracy stank bitingly like tea-colored piss left in an MMDA urinal. When I was researching inside the library with Kristy, I could hear the employers talking about "who was with who," "the new handbag from Quiapo," and well, "someone's new hairdo." Moreover, when I had returned for an attempt to interview an administrator, the secretary gingerly asked me "what the interview was about," and told me to "write a letter of permission for an interview;" because the administrator's schedule was loaded for this week and next week, that she wasn't sure if administrator Dimzon could manage to talk to me, and yadee-yadee-yada. I was really cynical about government offices, and now I was convinced: no wonder the line inside was too long… There were just too many processes to go through. Our government worked things out too slowly like a water buffalo.
Fortunately, I got the statistics, memorandums and report that I surmised would be helpful to my article. I even got to interview another administrator yesterday at the ASEM forum. All I need now was two or three more interviews from my people trail.
Fragment 1#: Upon entering the POEA building, the smell of bureaucracy stank bitingly like tea-colored piss left in an MMDA urinal. When I was researching inside the library with Kristy, I could hear the employers talking about "who was with who," "the new handbag from Quiapo," and well, "someone's new hairdo." Moreover, when I had returned for an attempt to interview an administrator, the secretary gingerly asked me "what the interview was about," and told me to "write a letter of permission for an interview;" because the administrator's schedule was loaded for this week and next week, that she wasn't sure if administrator Dimzon could manage to talk to me, and yadee-yadee-yada. I was really cynical about government offices, and now I was convinced: no wonder the line inside was too long… There were just too many processes to go through. Our government worked things out too slowly like a water buffalo.
Fortunately, I got the statistics, memorandums and report that I surmised would be helpful to my article. I even got to interview another administrator yesterday at the ASEM forum. All I need now was two or three more interviews from my people trail.
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
MJ's entry: Amazing! What an offer!
May 15, 2006
OJT never looked this good.
One of the detriments of being a Varsi staffer is how it eats up a LOT of your time. So when i was scouting for a practicum that doesn't have to be that time-consuming so that i could juggle Varsi, my personal time, and an ojt.
Knowing our OJT Adviser, sigurado mababa ang magiging grade ko 'kung sa isang publication lang mako-consume ang buong 200 hours ko. Experience is the key, ika nga. Therefore, i need to budget my time wisely and choose publications where i would learn writing, not being a desk clerk.
I was supposed to start scouting for an ojt as early as March, but since my Features Editor is leaving and no one is there to guide and orient the incoming features staffers, i put aside my ojt for a month to concentrate on Varsi.
A stupid decision? I dunno.
Varsi has been my life, my family, and my love. i cannot just leave my duty as a writer. I didn't enter Varsi because they needed me, but because i wanted to. Kailangang panindigan ko ang pinasukan ko.
The same dilemma now faces me dito sa OJT.
For eight years, i've lived in AL-Ain, UAE. My father's an OFW while my mother had a part-time job inside the school i went to. We lived with a Filipino community of contract workers, Domestic Househelps, and Mall clerks, so when a friend recommended the OFWJC as an ojt, i went ahead and wrote an e-mail to the resident editor, Mr. Dennis Estopace to apply.
I know sir Jere was a former Varsi staffer, so he knows how demanding Varsi can be. However, i believe he won't take Varsi as an excuse for me to complete/do the requirements needed for this ojt.
I need to finish my ojt before the end of May, so that means that i can't just spend all my 200 hrs of my OJT in the OFWJC. I need to apply to a broadsheet that will make ensure me a good grade. Wala na akong CAP to support my studies, so i need to put in extra efforts to get a one-point-something or uno in my practicum. Idadagdag ko pa 'yung content analysis na gagawin namin for our thesis.
bring it on.
OJT never looked this good.
One of the detriments of being a Varsi staffer is how it eats up a LOT of your time. So when i was scouting for a practicum that doesn't have to be that time-consuming so that i could juggle Varsi, my personal time, and an ojt.
Knowing our OJT Adviser, sigurado mababa ang magiging grade ko 'kung sa isang publication lang mako-consume ang buong 200 hours ko. Experience is the key, ika nga. Therefore, i need to budget my time wisely and choose publications where i would learn writing, not being a desk clerk.
I was supposed to start scouting for an ojt as early as March, but since my Features Editor is leaving and no one is there to guide and orient the incoming features staffers, i put aside my ojt for a month to concentrate on Varsi.
A stupid decision? I dunno.
Varsi has been my life, my family, and my love. i cannot just leave my duty as a writer. I didn't enter Varsi because they needed me, but because i wanted to. Kailangang panindigan ko ang pinasukan ko.
The same dilemma now faces me dito sa OJT.
For eight years, i've lived in AL-Ain, UAE. My father's an OFW while my mother had a part-time job inside the school i went to. We lived with a Filipino community of contract workers, Domestic Househelps, and Mall clerks, so when a friend recommended the OFWJC as an ojt, i went ahead and wrote an e-mail to the resident editor, Mr. Dennis Estopace to apply.
I know sir Jere was a former Varsi staffer, so he knows how demanding Varsi can be. However, i believe he won't take Varsi as an excuse for me to complete/do the requirements needed for this ojt.
I need to finish my ojt before the end of May, so that means that i can't just spend all my 200 hrs of my OJT in the OFWJC. I need to apply to a broadsheet that will make ensure me a good grade. Wala na akong CAP to support my studies, so i need to put in extra efforts to get a one-point-something or uno in my practicum. Idadagdag ko pa 'yung content analysis na gagawin namin for our thesis.
bring it on.
MJ's entry: That is so wrong!
May 15, 2006
I was scheduled for an interview with the OFWJC that fateful day of April 21st at 2:30 pm.
But before that, my features editor calle d me up and told me to attend the second story conference for the 12th issue of Varsi. I dressed up (what i thought was) my best.
1:30 na. Hindi pa din tapos ang story con. The EB and writers were still debating what story should be taken to consideration. i excused myself to go. Since hindi pa ako kumakain ng lunch, i invited Aji, a classmate and fellow Varsi staffer na magtake-out ng pagkain sa KFC UST Pay Parking para kainin ko sa fx papauntang OFJC sa Taft.
While waiting in line, i had a sudden attack of nausea. That was expected, it was red flag month, and that day was my first day. Dark spots started to hover in front of me. i wanted to lie on any horizontal surface and curl up like a fetus, hoping the pain would go away somehow. i swaggered towards the UST health service, nauseated to the point of passing out. The lady on the front desk quickly led me to a bed and told me to relax. She gave me a pill, 'to make you sleep for awhile', she said. i told her i can't take the pill, i just need to lie down for some time for the pain to go away, then i'm off to my ojt interview.
Oh no, she said. Take the pill or you won't be able to do anything for the next six hours. The pain will only get worse. She knew me for some time now; i was always a regular in the UST health service whenever i had a dysmennorhea. so i took the pill. Before going into sweet stupor, i instructed Aji, who was eating my lunch with great fervor, to text sir Jere and sir Dennis that i might not be able to make it.
i woke up still in pain, but thankfully subsided somewhat. Thinking i had only slept for an hour, i was shocked to find the clock above the wall showed i had slept for 3 hours straight. i quickly texted sir Jere and Sir Dennis about what happened. Pakshet, was i dead or what. it was really important for me to get this ojt. i had told my dad about it before i e-mailed sir Dennis, and he was excited about it. i didn't want to disappoin him. Make me proud, Joy.
To keep the long story short (and the fact that i need wrap this up because a writer here in the office needs to use the PC), iwas able to make it. It was four hours later, but at least i made it. i took a short exam (which sucked, BTW. i had a mild case of writer's block), and was interviewed by the editors of OFWJC. I passed and got my first assignment.
i went home, filled up a water bag with hot water, curled up on my bed, and went to sleep.
I was scheduled for an interview with the OFWJC that fateful day of April 21st at 2:30 pm.
But before that, my features editor calle d me up and told me to attend the second story conference for the 12th issue of Varsi. I dressed up (what i thought was) my best.
1:30 na. Hindi pa din tapos ang story con. The EB and writers were still debating what story should be taken to consideration. i excused myself to go. Since hindi pa ako kumakain ng lunch, i invited Aji, a classmate and fellow Varsi staffer na magtake-out ng pagkain sa KFC UST Pay Parking para kainin ko sa fx papauntang OFJC sa Taft.
While waiting in line, i had a sudden attack of nausea. That was expected, it was red flag month, and that day was my first day. Dark spots started to hover in front of me. i wanted to lie on any horizontal surface and curl up like a fetus, hoping the pain would go away somehow. i swaggered towards the UST health service, nauseated to the point of passing out. The lady on the front desk quickly led me to a bed and told me to relax. She gave me a pill, 'to make you sleep for awhile', she said. i told her i can't take the pill, i just need to lie down for some time for the pain to go away, then i'm off to my ojt interview.
Oh no, she said. Take the pill or you won't be able to do anything for the next six hours. The pain will only get worse. She knew me for some time now; i was always a regular in the UST health service whenever i had a dysmennorhea. so i took the pill. Before going into sweet stupor, i instructed Aji, who was eating my lunch with great fervor, to text sir Jere and sir Dennis that i might not be able to make it.
i woke up still in pain, but thankfully subsided somewhat. Thinking i had only slept for an hour, i was shocked to find the clock above the wall showed i had slept for 3 hours straight. i quickly texted sir Jere and Sir Dennis about what happened. Pakshet, was i dead or what. it was really important for me to get this ojt. i had told my dad about it before i e-mailed sir Dennis, and he was excited about it. i didn't want to disappoin him. Make me proud, Joy.
To keep the long story short (and the fact that i need wrap this up because a writer here in the office needs to use the PC), iwas able to make it. It was four hours later, but at least i made it. i took a short exam (which sucked, BTW. i had a mild case of writer's block), and was interviewed by the editors of OFWJC. I passed and got my first assignment.
i went home, filled up a water bag with hot water, curled up on my bed, and went to sleep.
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Joyce's entry: Cheers!
May 8, 2006
"Leave it alone first. Sleep on it. And then start writing."
These are the words which my mentor told me during those times in the past week that I just can't seem to get my thoughts together and start writing. Facing a blank computer screen proved to be as nerve-wracking as waiting for my grades to be posted on the UST website. But those words provided me some comfort---it helped knowing that I am not alone in experiencing the so-called "writer's block", that even experienced writers like my own mentor has also gone through this "dark period in writing".
I finally finished my feature article on the OFW children (and their families) of our humble town of Naic, Cavite. I am forever grateful for the faith that Sir Jeremaiah Opiniano had in me when he ageed to be my mentor and for being patient when I was so "makulit" (told yah sir that I have a mild case of the obsessive-compulsive syndrome---haha). Being his trainee is not as easy as most of my classmates might mistake take it to be. Because regardless of the fact that he was my professor in UST, he dealth with me professionally. That was what he said when I first found out that he was my mentor: that we treat ourselves as professional. I have learned a lot about professionalism from Sir Jere. And I'm all the more thankful to him for believing in me that much. Diligence has always been one of my traits, though most people are surprised to learn this coz they are easily fooled by my easygoing and fun-loving attitude. DI BA NOH SIR JERE?! hahahahaha
Cheers, Master!
***Now where's that bottle of beer and my cigarette stick?! (^_^)***
"Leave it alone first. Sleep on it. And then start writing."
These are the words which my mentor told me during those times in the past week that I just can't seem to get my thoughts together and start writing. Facing a blank computer screen proved to be as nerve-wracking as waiting for my grades to be posted on the UST website. But those words provided me some comfort---it helped knowing that I am not alone in experiencing the so-called "writer's block", that even experienced writers like my own mentor has also gone through this "dark period in writing".
I finally finished my feature article on the OFW children (and their families) of our humble town of Naic, Cavite. I am forever grateful for the faith that Sir Jeremaiah Opiniano had in me when he ageed to be my mentor and for being patient when I was so "makulit" (told yah sir that I have a mild case of the obsessive-compulsive syndrome---haha). Being his trainee is not as easy as most of my classmates might mistake take it to be. Because regardless of the fact that he was my professor in UST, he dealth with me professionally. That was what he said when I first found out that he was my mentor: that we treat ourselves as professional. I have learned a lot about professionalism from Sir Jere. And I'm all the more thankful to him for believing in me that much. Diligence has always been one of my traits, though most people are surprised to learn this coz they are easily fooled by my easygoing and fun-loving attitude. DI BA NOH SIR JERE?! hahahahaha
Cheers, Master!
***Now where's that bottle of beer and my cigarette stick?! (^_^)***
Joyce's entry: More than just my Starbucks frap
May 8, 2006
APRIL 21, FRIDAY ---- I woke up feeling a bit queasy coz that day was my scheduled interview for the OFW Journalism Consortium. By 10am, I was already dressed and had eaten my breakfast and rode the tricycle to the FX terminal.
Listening to Natalie's "Where is She" in the mp3 of my phone, it was then that I realized that I was already in Vito Cruz from where I took the orange multicab to Taft Ave.
By exactly 12, I was there by the Rizal Sports Auditorium. I realized that I still got a couple of hours, so I decided to pass the time by getting my usual mocha frappuccino at Starbucks. I chose to sit outside to do some "people-watching".
Puffing my usual Marlboro Lights stick, I saw many kids my age dressed formally and carrying a "toga" which they had on a hanger. I then concluded that it was either La Salle or St. Scholastica's graduation.
By 1:30, I took the last puff from my cigarette and walked towards Kassel Condominium. Since my bestfriend used to live in one of the units there where we usually hang-out and have some sleepover parties, I didn't bother to leave my ID and just headed straight to the elevator. Pushing the button with the number "6", my heart returned to its usual nervous thump as the elevator ascended.
As the lift stopped and the door opened, I stepped out feeling more jittery than ever. I looked for the door with the number 602, and when I found it, I took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell. Someone from inside said "Sino yan?!", but having been incapable of any physcial movement at that moment, I wasn't able to answer back, much less turn the doorknob and just waited for Sir Villy to open the door.
When Sir Villy peeked behind the half-opened door and said "Yes?". And I asked if this was the office of the Consortium, and that I'm here to report for the interview as a hopeful intern. With that, he let me in.
He asked me to sit down and offered me a drink: coffee, water or tea. To which I politely declined since I'm still pretty brain-freezed from having just finished a grande-sized Starbucks frap. After while, Sir Dennis came in and so it all began.
I was expecting a stern, formally-dressed middle-aged man. Well, he was dressed a little semi-formally (which I later learned is because he will be having an interview that day), but the man himself was another different story. He was all smiles and was cracking jokes, but the biggest surprise of all was when he allowed us to smoke inside the office!
Then the rest of the Consortium staff came in: Mam Julie, Sir Leo and Sir Jere. By that time I was there with my classmates from UST. There were 5 of us: Sandy, Meinard, Kristy, MJ and me.
Everyone was so accomodating, making the intimidation factor lessen. As they briefed us on what was expected of us as interns and in turn, was asked what we expect to get from the internship, time just seem to fly by. It was about 5 when the merienda arrived (courtesy of Siry Villy) --- Jollibee YumBurger: Score!
Around 6, we finally noticed it was getting dark and we were finally dismissed. As I rode that orange multicab back to the FX Terminal to Naic in front of McDonals's in Harrison, I felt that feeling that for once, I'm gonna do something that I really want on the topic that I can totally relate to, as I am an OFW child myself...It just feels right somehow.
Yeah, it was one eventful Friday. And it proved to be worth more than just my usual Starbucks frap. (^_^)
Kristy’s entry: Official on-air debut ^__^
April 22, 2006
“Uh-oh”
Sir Leo told me to meet him at Jollibee Imus at 7AM sharp. I woke up before 5 Am because I know that I’m incredibly, unbelievably slow when it comes to getting ready for school or other appointments. Of course I wouldn’t want to be late. I was done at around 6:50AM. “Good, I thought,” I’d have enough time to get to Jollibee.” The meeting place is just a tricycle ride away from home, but the area is notorious for its early morning traffic jam. Mausok pa, kahit sa umaga. *Yuck*
I was on my way to our meeting place when I checked my mobile phone. “1 missed call.” It was Sir Leo; he called me up because I did not respond to his messages… Note to self: Always check your phone if it’s on silent mode!
Sir Leo told me to meet him at the MRT station instead, and I said OK. (Yeah right, and I didn’t even know where the station was). I hailed the first jeepney to Baclaran and thankfully, there was no traffic buildup. I was in Baclaran in no time.
I knew that there were jeepneys to the station in Baclaran, only thing is that, I didn’t know where it is exactly… So, like I always do, I sat behind the driver and requested him to inform me if we have reached MRT-EDSA. I think he forgot… I thought it was the LRT station, but I wanted to make sure so I had to do hand signals (M and L).
Met up with Sir Leo and he asked me to buy two tickets to Ortigas. Free ride…
We walked a few blocks to Jollibee Center. I was surprised when I found out that it was a high-rise, elegant building, far from what I have imagined. I was expecting a logo… *wink*wink*
30th floor, Buhay Marino…Cozy place. Sir Leo introduced me to some of his colleagues (who were all nice). I introduced myself and told them that I’m a UST journalism student. They asked me about my voice quality and I was puzzled when Chiefmate Sangalang, one of Sir Leo’s co-anchors, said “Pagbasahin natin.” Huh?
At first I felt like the awkward newcomer, trying to bury myself under the three or four dailies that were handed to me by Sir Leo, but I instantly felt comfortable when I met the people in the control room (I think that’s what it’s called). I thought I was only there to observe, maybe even get as much information about OFWS, particularly seamen, for my article. I had a great time chatting with the others, as well as watching Sir Leo and company talk about seamen over DZAR.
I was Buhay Marino’s unofficial intern.
The shocking part was when I was informed that I’d read a news report on air. My knees were trembling, but of course I did a good job trying to act confident. I read two short news reports in Filipino. I stuttered, which is normal for me, and I mixed up a few things.. Normal, but I still can’t forgive myself for jumbling up one of the very important parts of the report. Instead of saying DZAR, I jumbled up the letters a bit. Good thing I managed to make a quick recovery… but I knew I blew it.
I thought they were going to cream me, but they joked about it instead. They told me it was ok, and that I did great for a first timer… That was enough for me to calm down, and I became more comfortable with them. Even the chiefmate and Sir Leo told me it was OK... It was the best feeling of all. Having people around who believe in me is enough motivation for me to do great next time.
Thanks to everyone at the Buhay Marino Radio! ^_^
“Uh-oh”
Sir Leo told me to meet him at Jollibee Imus at 7AM sharp. I woke up before 5 Am because I know that I’m incredibly, unbelievably slow when it comes to getting ready for school or other appointments. Of course I wouldn’t want to be late. I was done at around 6:50AM. “Good, I thought,” I’d have enough time to get to Jollibee.” The meeting place is just a tricycle ride away from home, but the area is notorious for its early morning traffic jam. Mausok pa, kahit sa umaga. *Yuck*
I was on my way to our meeting place when I checked my mobile phone. “1 missed call.” It was Sir Leo; he called me up because I did not respond to his messages… Note to self: Always check your phone if it’s on silent mode!
Sir Leo told me to meet him at the MRT station instead, and I said OK. (Yeah right, and I didn’t even know where the station was). I hailed the first jeepney to Baclaran and thankfully, there was no traffic buildup. I was in Baclaran in no time.
I knew that there were jeepneys to the station in Baclaran, only thing is that, I didn’t know where it is exactly… So, like I always do, I sat behind the driver and requested him to inform me if we have reached MRT-EDSA. I think he forgot… I thought it was the LRT station, but I wanted to make sure so I had to do hand signals (M and L).
Met up with Sir Leo and he asked me to buy two tickets to Ortigas. Free ride…
We walked a few blocks to Jollibee Center. I was surprised when I found out that it was a high-rise, elegant building, far from what I have imagined. I was expecting a logo… *wink*wink*
30th floor, Buhay Marino…Cozy place. Sir Leo introduced me to some of his colleagues (who were all nice). I introduced myself and told them that I’m a UST journalism student. They asked me about my voice quality and I was puzzled when Chiefmate Sangalang, one of Sir Leo’s co-anchors, said “Pagbasahin natin.” Huh?
At first I felt like the awkward newcomer, trying to bury myself under the three or four dailies that were handed to me by Sir Leo, but I instantly felt comfortable when I met the people in the control room (I think that’s what it’s called). I thought I was only there to observe, maybe even get as much information about OFWS, particularly seamen, for my article. I had a great time chatting with the others, as well as watching Sir Leo and company talk about seamen over DZAR.
I was Buhay Marino’s unofficial intern.
The shocking part was when I was informed that I’d read a news report on air. My knees were trembling, but of course I did a good job trying to act confident. I read two short news reports in Filipino. I stuttered, which is normal for me, and I mixed up a few things.. Normal, but I still can’t forgive myself for jumbling up one of the very important parts of the report. Instead of saying DZAR, I jumbled up the letters a bit. Good thing I managed to make a quick recovery… but I knew I blew it.
I thought they were going to cream me, but they joked about it instead. They told me it was ok, and that I did great for a first timer… That was enough for me to calm down, and I became more comfortable with them. Even the chiefmate and Sir Leo told me it was OK... It was the best feeling of all. Having people around who believe in me is enough motivation for me to do great next time.
Thanks to everyone at the Buhay Marino Radio! ^_^
Kristy’s entry: Work-out?
May 2, 2006
Went to POEA with fellow Consortium intern, Sandy Miguel. I had a killer headache because of sinusitis, and I hated the traffic jam that we encountered on our way to the MRT station in EDSA. We met at around 7AM outside their subdivision in Bacoor, Cavite, and from experience, we were confident that we would be there before 8AM.
We had to take a jeepney to Baclaran because the buses that would take us straight to the station were looked like cans of sardines, with the passengers pitted against each other. I’m not that finicky, but I though I would faint inside those buses. Imagine the heat. And we didn’t want to take the bus that would take us straight to Ortigas. Let’s just say that both of us had our share of “traumatizing” experiences.
It was smooth from Baclaran to the MRT station, but it seemed like the line to the ticket booths were endless. After purchasing our tickets, we made our way to the train (rather, I *thought* I was...), but, being the MRT-inexperienced girl that I am, I almost made my way out of the station. Thanks to Sandy, my ticket was saved (^_^). How could I have forgotten that the loading area was a floor below the ticketing area?! Hey, at least I’m learning how to commute! Wee!
Worried that the train would leave without us, we slipped into the first open car that we saw. However, when we realized that we were in the men’s car, which Sandy knew would be jam-packed with people after a few stops, we instinctively ran to the car for women. Good decision.
We got to POEA at around 8:30. We proceeded to the library on the 5th floor and gathered our materials. We have been discouraged from going there because the agency may not have the data we’ve been looking for. True enough, I did not find the statistics of OFWs living in Region IV, particularly in Cavite. What we found were materials for background information.
We proceeded to the 6th floor to have our materials photocopied. We were first in line, because of some (incredibly annoying) circumstances (which I prefer not to mention), I almost blew my top. Good thing I have learned to control my temper a couple of years ago.
Sandy went to Cubao while I decided to go home at around 12NN (got home at around 2). I sat down to continue transcribing the interviews that I recorded in my phone. After a few hours, Sir Leo texted me and asked if I could meet him that night. I said ys, of course. I had data to show him, plus my mom had picked up the questionnaires that I sent to two busy former OFW-friends. Sir Leo and I met at Jollibee Imus at around 6PM.
Tiring day, huh?
After showing him the interview transcripts and the questionnaires, Sir Leo suggested that I interview some government officials, so I told him that I would try to interview the mayor. *gulp*
I’m lucky to be under Sir Leo. He’s really nice and accommodating, and he knows how to deal with interns.
Went to POEA with fellow Consortium intern, Sandy Miguel. I had a killer headache because of sinusitis, and I hated the traffic jam that we encountered on our way to the MRT station in EDSA. We met at around 7AM outside their subdivision in Bacoor, Cavite, and from experience, we were confident that we would be there before 8AM.
We had to take a jeepney to Baclaran because the buses that would take us straight to the station were looked like cans of sardines, with the passengers pitted against each other. I’m not that finicky, but I though I would faint inside those buses. Imagine the heat. And we didn’t want to take the bus that would take us straight to Ortigas. Let’s just say that both of us had our share of “traumatizing” experiences.
It was smooth from Baclaran to the MRT station, but it seemed like the line to the ticket booths were endless. After purchasing our tickets, we made our way to the train (rather, I *thought* I was...), but, being the MRT-inexperienced girl that I am, I almost made my way out of the station. Thanks to Sandy, my ticket was saved (^_^). How could I have forgotten that the loading area was a floor below the ticketing area?! Hey, at least I’m learning how to commute! Wee!
Worried that the train would leave without us, we slipped into the first open car that we saw. However, when we realized that we were in the men’s car, which Sandy knew would be jam-packed with people after a few stops, we instinctively ran to the car for women. Good decision.
We got to POEA at around 8:30. We proceeded to the library on the 5th floor and gathered our materials. We have been discouraged from going there because the agency may not have the data we’ve been looking for. True enough, I did not find the statistics of OFWs living in Region IV, particularly in Cavite. What we found were materials for background information.
We proceeded to the 6th floor to have our materials photocopied. We were first in line, because of some (incredibly annoying) circumstances (which I prefer not to mention), I almost blew my top. Good thing I have learned to control my temper a couple of years ago.
Sandy went to Cubao while I decided to go home at around 12NN (got home at around 2). I sat down to continue transcribing the interviews that I recorded in my phone. After a few hours, Sir Leo texted me and asked if I could meet him that night. I said ys, of course. I had data to show him, plus my mom had picked up the questionnaires that I sent to two busy former OFW-friends. Sir Leo and I met at Jollibee Imus at around 6PM.
Tiring day, huh?
After showing him the interview transcripts and the questionnaires, Sir Leo suggested that I interview some government officials, so I told him that I would try to interview the mayor. *gulp*
I’m lucky to be under Sir Leo. He’s really nice and accommodating, and he knows how to deal with interns.
Kristy’s entry: First tries and punch lines
May 4, 2006
I think I’m evolving.
Before, I couldn’t even make a phone call to a teacher or to government offices, and I used to get overly shy (not to mention scared) when it comes to interviewing people…
I made phone calls to the provincial government in Trece Martires on April 26, hoping to get information on OFWs and government programs. (I called them up first to make sure that they have the data because Trece is a long way from Imus.) I was instructed to go to POEA and to DOLE (Rosario branch) instead.
On April 29, I got to interview two barangay chairmen in Imus, thanks to my uncle who introduced me to them. My uncle’s also a barangay captain, but I decided not to interview him because he is a relative (ethical reasons). I met with my uncle at around 9:30. At my age, it would be weird to go to an interview with a chaperone, but I thought I would need a support system. He was glad to go with me anyway.
I chose to interview former OFWs. I thought that it would take me some time if I try to reach even half of the total number of barangay chairpersons in Imus. There are 97 barangays here... You do the Math, dear reader…
Found out that the barangays are having problems with budget, but I also found out that OFWs rarely seek help of barangay officials. It was also interesting to know their views, both as public servants and former overseas workers,
I did not get the information I was looking for, but they sure gave me the idea on how to proceed with my research.
May 3. I decided to call the Mayor’s office to set an interview with the mayor. I asked them if I needed to write a letter, but they told me to just be there by 9AM.
May 4 – Judgment Day. Scary… Just the thought of going to the municipal hall alone to interview the mayor gave me goosebumps…
I got here before 9AM, because I knew that I had to summon all the courage in me just to ask the secretary if I could go in for the interview. I don’t know what got into me but I suddenly shifted into “bibo” mode when I got there. I can’t believe how confident I was.
I introduced myself to the mayor, but because there were many papers he had to sign and needy citizens to attend to, he asked me if I could wait until he finishes talking to the others. Being a mayor is not an easy task.
The interview went smoothly, though we had to keep it short because he had to officiate a wedding (that’s what the secretary told me the day before). The interview lasted for 14 minutes and 14 seconds. The mayor’s very accommodating.
Thoughts:
1. Don’t be afraid to make phonecalls especially if you really need to. Walang mawawala sa ‘yo kung tatawag ka, pero malaki ang mawawala sa ‘yo kung hindi mo gagawin. (Finally, got that into my head)
2. I was right, people do expect too much from the government, and some people ask too much…and I won’t even elaborate. It’s too shocking…
I think I’m evolving.
Before, I couldn’t even make a phone call to a teacher or to government offices, and I used to get overly shy (not to mention scared) when it comes to interviewing people…
I made phone calls to the provincial government in Trece Martires on April 26, hoping to get information on OFWs and government programs. (I called them up first to make sure that they have the data because Trece is a long way from Imus.) I was instructed to go to POEA and to DOLE (Rosario branch) instead.
On April 29, I got to interview two barangay chairmen in Imus, thanks to my uncle who introduced me to them. My uncle’s also a barangay captain, but I decided not to interview him because he is a relative (ethical reasons). I met with my uncle at around 9:30. At my age, it would be weird to go to an interview with a chaperone, but I thought I would need a support system. He was glad to go with me anyway.
I chose to interview former OFWs. I thought that it would take me some time if I try to reach even half of the total number of barangay chairpersons in Imus. There are 97 barangays here... You do the Math, dear reader…
Found out that the barangays are having problems with budget, but I also found out that OFWs rarely seek help of barangay officials. It was also interesting to know their views, both as public servants and former overseas workers,
I did not get the information I was looking for, but they sure gave me the idea on how to proceed with my research.
May 3. I decided to call the Mayor’s office to set an interview with the mayor. I asked them if I needed to write a letter, but they told me to just be there by 9AM.
May 4 – Judgment Day. Scary… Just the thought of going to the municipal hall alone to interview the mayor gave me goosebumps…
I got here before 9AM, because I knew that I had to summon all the courage in me just to ask the secretary if I could go in for the interview. I don’t know what got into me but I suddenly shifted into “bibo” mode when I got there. I can’t believe how confident I was.
I introduced myself to the mayor, but because there were many papers he had to sign and needy citizens to attend to, he asked me if I could wait until he finishes talking to the others. Being a mayor is not an easy task.
The interview went smoothly, though we had to keep it short because he had to officiate a wedding (that’s what the secretary told me the day before). The interview lasted for 14 minutes and 14 seconds. The mayor’s very accommodating.
Thoughts:
1. Don’t be afraid to make phonecalls especially if you really need to. Walang mawawala sa ‘yo kung tatawag ka, pero malaki ang mawawala sa ‘yo kung hindi mo gagawin. (Finally, got that into my head)
2. I was right, people do expect too much from the government, and some people ask too much…and I won’t even elaborate. It’s too shocking…
Kristy’s entry: Kryptonite
May 7, 2006
This always happens.
I’ve been trying for days, but I still can’t figure out how to start and end my article. I have constructed the body, though I know that it could change drastically once I write the lead.
I know what to write, I just don’t know how. I have the words piled up but I can’t seem to find the most suitable “arrangement.” Writing features has always been my weakness. Call me Superman, and writing features is my kryptonite.
P.S. Just a thought... Why do some people think that OFWs and their families have endless “supplies” of money and PX goods?!
This always happens.
I’ve been trying for days, but I still can’t figure out how to start and end my article. I have constructed the body, though I know that it could change drastically once I write the lead.
I know what to write, I just don’t know how. I have the words piled up but I can’t seem to find the most suitable “arrangement.” Writing features has always been my weakness. Call me Superman, and writing features is my kryptonite.
P.S. Just a thought... Why do some people think that OFWs and their families have endless “supplies” of money and PX goods?!
Kristy’s entry: Yay me!
May 8, 2006
Finally! After days of interviewing, contemplating, and *trying* to write, I finished my article (or should I say, draft) on OFWs who have turned to business (plus the lack of government programs for them). I hope that the connection I established between programs and business would be strong enough for my article. I am looking forward to the criticisms, but of course, I’m also hoping that Sir Leo and the others would like my feature.
*Fingers crossed*
Finally! After days of interviewing, contemplating, and *trying* to write, I finished my article (or should I say, draft) on OFWs who have turned to business (plus the lack of government programs for them). I hope that the connection I established between programs and business would be strong enough for my article. I am looking forward to the criticisms, but of course, I’m also hoping that Sir Leo and the others would like my feature.
*Fingers crossed*
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Instructions: Greetings UST interns
Greetings to our UST interns.
You may start sending me your blog entries. I have already sent you the instructions via your respective emails. As of the moment, I have yet to see entries both for the OFWJC blog site and to this site.
As a general rule, I do not edit the entries for this blog. In the past, however, we encountered an entry that discussed some serious matters regarding the stories that he/she covered. We had deleted the part out.
Happy blogging!
Villy
You may start sending me your blog entries. I have already sent you the instructions via your respective emails. As of the moment, I have yet to see entries both for the OFWJC blog site and to this site.
As a general rule, I do not edit the entries for this blog. In the past, however, we encountered an entry that discussed some serious matters regarding the stories that he/she covered. We had deleted the part out.
Happy blogging!
Villy
Friday, May 13, 2005
Karlo's entry: #6 slice
Karlo's entry
#6 slice
12 May 2005
Dear Blog,
It's been a long time since we've experienced each other. (Look! I've grown much hair). My deepest apologies for leaving you hanging in the void for eons. I have been busy nursing my bruised article, hunting down elusive OWWA people whom should be the main sources of my long feature, and dreaming of being with naked nymphs and floating phantoms as we get lost in a spectacle of changing colors. I also have my hands full finding ways to gather money for my tuition (Damn CAP!--Man, how they fail people.). I can't seem to focus; too much pressure surround. But that's just fine. It's all part of life...this massive life that in time shall swallow us all wholly. Oh, and uh...did I mention self-righteous sickos get eaten first?
Missing you,
your LOver
#6 slice
12 May 2005
Dear Blog,
It's been a long time since we've experienced each other. (Look! I've grown much hair). My deepest apologies for leaving you hanging in the void for eons. I have been busy nursing my bruised article, hunting down elusive OWWA people whom should be the main sources of my long feature, and dreaming of being with naked nymphs and floating phantoms as we get lost in a spectacle of changing colors. I also have my hands full finding ways to gather money for my tuition (Damn CAP!--Man, how they fail people.). I can't seem to focus; too much pressure surround. But that's just fine. It's all part of life...this massive life that in time shall swallow us all wholly. Oh, and uh...did I mention self-righteous sickos get eaten first?
Missing you,
your LOver
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Ace's entry: One down, one to go
Ace's Entry
ONE DOWN, ONE TO GO
3 May 2005 Tuesday
MY WORK GOT PUBLISHED IN THE OFWJC PACKET!
Despite Sir Leo's praises and the festive mood happening in my brain,
I told myself: BAWAL MATULOG SA PANSITAN.
That afternoon, I interviewed Capt. Adonis Donato about the
employability of Pinoy seafarers…for the second OFWJC article. (By the
way, I slightly changed my angle since Sir Leo already wrote about the
Management Level Courses…I am now writing about maritime training and
its relation to the employment status of Filipino seamen…at least
they're related)
In my April 28 article, I discussed about journalistic orgasm. With
the details I got today from Mr. Donato and the DOLE site, I can say
that I'm now pregnant….with ideas. Sana isilang ko ng maluwalhati ang
second article…
Today is a significant day in Alexian History. My work is published
today…and as I told you, seeing one's byline or tagline is every
writer's fantasy.
Minsan lang mangyari ang moment na ganito kaya aabusuhin ko na….
MY WORK GOT PUBLISHED IN THE OFWJC PACKET!
MY WORK GOT PUBLISHED IN THE OFWJC PACKET!
MY WORK GOT PUBLISHED IN THE OFWJC PACKET!
ONE DOWN, ONE TO GO
3 May 2005 Tuesday
MY WORK GOT PUBLISHED IN THE OFWJC PACKET!
Despite Sir Leo's praises and the festive mood happening in my brain,
I told myself: BAWAL MATULOG SA PANSITAN.
That afternoon, I interviewed Capt. Adonis Donato about the
employability of Pinoy seafarers…for the second OFWJC article. (By the
way, I slightly changed my angle since Sir Leo already wrote about the
Management Level Courses…I am now writing about maritime training and
its relation to the employment status of Filipino seamen…at least
they're related)
In my April 28 article, I discussed about journalistic orgasm. With
the details I got today from Mr. Donato and the DOLE site, I can say
that I'm now pregnant….with ideas. Sana isilang ko ng maluwalhati ang
second article…
Today is a significant day in Alexian History. My work is published
today…and as I told you, seeing one's byline or tagline is every
writer's fantasy.
Minsan lang mangyari ang moment na ganito kaya aabusuhin ko na….
MY WORK GOT PUBLISHED IN THE OFWJC PACKET!
MY WORK GOT PUBLISHED IN THE OFWJC PACKET!
MY WORK GOT PUBLISHED IN THE OFWJC PACKET!
Ace's entry: The OWWA files episode 4
Ace's Entry
THE OWWA FILES EPISODE 4
2 May 2005 Monday
This morning, I submitted a revised version of my Maritime Forum
article. From 1 and 1/8 page, it became a 4 paged news feature. I
followed the advice of Sir Leo by changing the angle of the report.
And indeed, through my new angle, (feedback mechanism), the other
contents of the story flowed smoothly.
Later on, Sir Jere asked me to call OFWJC for some clarifications
about the article. I called Sir Denis so I can answer some questions
about OWWA's Halfway Home. He then asked about my working relations
with Sir Leo. I told him I'm very happy with my pace and my training.
When I asked him if my article would have the honor of occupying a
space in the next OFWJC packet, he said "Titingnan ko"
That night I prayed: "Lord, Sana po umabot po yung article ko para
makasama sa packet. Amen.
THE OWWA FILES EPISODE 4
2 May 2005 Monday
This morning, I submitted a revised version of my Maritime Forum
article. From 1 and 1/8 page, it became a 4 paged news feature. I
followed the advice of Sir Leo by changing the angle of the report.
And indeed, through my new angle, (feedback mechanism), the other
contents of the story flowed smoothly.
Later on, Sir Jere asked me to call OFWJC for some clarifications
about the article. I called Sir Denis so I can answer some questions
about OWWA's Halfway Home. He then asked about my working relations
with Sir Leo. I told him I'm very happy with my pace and my training.
When I asked him if my article would have the honor of occupying a
space in the next OFWJC packet, he said "Titingnan ko"
That night I prayed: "Lord, Sana po umabot po yung article ko para
makasama sa packet. Amen.
Ace's entry: The OWWA files episode 3
Ace's Entry
THE OWWA FILES EPISODE 3
1 May 2005 Sunday
Today is Labor Day Sunday but still, business is business. I revised
the OWWA Halfway Home article since Bill Huang, the Bangkok-based
editor, placed some questions that I need to answer to clarify the
contents of the feature. He also asked me to translate some quotes
for foreign audiences.
I immediately consulted my notes and submitted the article (again) to Sir Denis.
OOPS…
One funny thing though…the answers to Mr. Huang's questions can be
found in the original, unedited version of my article…
THE OWWA FILES EPISODE 3
1 May 2005 Sunday
Today is Labor Day Sunday but still, business is business. I revised
the OWWA Halfway Home article since Bill Huang, the Bangkok-based
editor, placed some questions that I need to answer to clarify the
contents of the feature. He also asked me to translate some quotes
for foreign audiences.
I immediately consulted my notes and submitted the article (again) to Sir Denis.
OOPS…
One funny thing though…the answers to Mr. Huang's questions can be
found in the original, unedited version of my article…
Ace's entry: From papers to airwaves
Ace's Entry
FROM PAPERS TO AIRWAVES
30 April 2005 Saturday
This time it's for real. I bragged about appearing in radio in my
first entry, even though I was just there for some greetings.
But this time it's different…for today, I read news for DZAR's "Buhay Marino."
The news I read was a translation of my Maritime Forum News. Of
course, I cut it down to a specific topic since the program's air time
is limited (one of the constraints of the broadcast medium perhaps).
Here's the news I wrote and read:
Niloloko lang natin ang ating mga sarili kung ipipilit natin ang
makalumang maritime training. Ito ang iginiit ni Wenifredo Sola,
pangulo ng Philippine Association of Maritime Training Centers sa
Maritime Forum kamakalawa. Ayon kay Sola, dumarami ang mga
pangangailangan ng maritime industry at patuloy na tumataas ang antas
ng teknolohiya kaya dapat ay lumawak din ang kakayahan ng mga marino.
Ngunit nilinaw din niya na hindi ang pagpapaulit ng mga kursong naaral
na ang tutugon sa mga bagong pangangailangan ng industriya. Sa halip,
iminungkahi niya ang pagkakaroon ng mga bagong kurso hinggil sa mga
bagong makinarya at mga leksyon na magpapaunlad sa mga natutunan sa
Basic Education Degree. (Ito si Alexis Romero, nag-uulat para sa Buhay
Marino)
My "minutes of fame" on radio did not reach even half of the fifteen
minutes. (Does it mean I have more minutes? How can I check my
balance?) But oh, that was an experience. It's part of the holistic
training I am experiencing under sir Leo… (Imagine hitting two birds
in one stone – training for print and broadcast at the same time!) I
thank him for that.
SIDELIGHTS: este CONFESSION:
Nag text brigade ako sa mga kamag anak at kaklase ko a day before.
Exact message:
KUNG MAY ORAS KAYO, MAKINIG KAYO NG RADYO, BAKA MAGBASA AKO NG BALITA.
1026 KHZ, AM, "BUHAY MARINO". "LILITAW AKO SA RADYO." BWAHAHA. SIGE,
SALAMAT. (Talagang all caps ako mag text)
FROM PAPERS TO AIRWAVES
30 April 2005 Saturday
This time it's for real. I bragged about appearing in radio in my
first entry, even though I was just there for some greetings.
But this time it's different…for today, I read news for DZAR's "Buhay Marino."
The news I read was a translation of my Maritime Forum News. Of
course, I cut it down to a specific topic since the program's air time
is limited (one of the constraints of the broadcast medium perhaps).
Here's the news I wrote and read:
Niloloko lang natin ang ating mga sarili kung ipipilit natin ang
makalumang maritime training. Ito ang iginiit ni Wenifredo Sola,
pangulo ng Philippine Association of Maritime Training Centers sa
Maritime Forum kamakalawa. Ayon kay Sola, dumarami ang mga
pangangailangan ng maritime industry at patuloy na tumataas ang antas
ng teknolohiya kaya dapat ay lumawak din ang kakayahan ng mga marino.
Ngunit nilinaw din niya na hindi ang pagpapaulit ng mga kursong naaral
na ang tutugon sa mga bagong pangangailangan ng industriya. Sa halip,
iminungkahi niya ang pagkakaroon ng mga bagong kurso hinggil sa mga
bagong makinarya at mga leksyon na magpapaunlad sa mga natutunan sa
Basic Education Degree. (Ito si Alexis Romero, nag-uulat para sa Buhay
Marino)
My "minutes of fame" on radio did not reach even half of the fifteen
minutes. (Does it mean I have more minutes? How can I check my
balance?) But oh, that was an experience. It's part of the holistic
training I am experiencing under sir Leo… (Imagine hitting two birds
in one stone – training for print and broadcast at the same time!) I
thank him for that.
SIDELIGHTS: este CONFESSION:
Nag text brigade ako sa mga kamag anak at kaklase ko a day before.
Exact message:
KUNG MAY ORAS KAYO, MAKINIG KAYO NG RADYO, BAKA MAGBASA AKO NG BALITA.
1026 KHZ, AM, "BUHAY MARINO". "LILITAW AKO SA RADYO." BWAHAHA. SIGE,
SALAMAT. (Talagang all caps ako mag text)
Ace's entry: Lovemaking day
Ace's Entry
LOVEMAKING DAY
28 April 2005 Thursday
TIME: 9:00 – 11:30 AM
EVENT: Maritime Forum
VENUE: Pan Pacific Hotel in Manila
I covered the Maritime Forum which tackled the training needs of
seafarers. The event was organized by no other than the leading
maritime journalist in the Philippines—Mr. Leonillo Santiago. (mentor
ko yan!). Representatives from TESDA, PRC, Training centers, and
shipping companies shared their views and their suggestions about the
maritime industry and curriculum. The topics included the need for a
feedback mechanism to improve the maritime curriculum, the
communication barrier among Filipino seamen, the need for innovative
maritime courses and the need for a body that will take care of
Maritime education and certification.
The discussions were meaty…so meaty that the notebook provided to me
by OFWJC no longer has empty pages. But at least I got several quotes
and perspectives which I think are more than enough to develop my
second OFWJC story (this time, about seafarers' employment). I'm also
sure the presence of several sources can provide Buhay Marino
Newspaper a credible story.
SIDELIGHTS: While I'm here in Pan Pacific, my co-interns, together
with their mentors are in DOLE to cover a press conference about Labor
day.
TIME: About 12:15 – 2:30 PM
EVENT: 3rd Philippine Ports and Shipping Exhibition and Conference 2005
VENUE: Manila Peninsula Hotel
The event was hosted by the Philippine Ports Authority and endorsed by
DOTC. It featured exhibits by different sponsors, each offering
products and services that could benefit the seafarers. Some of these
sponsors include Smart, Globe, Quest, Pisa, Maersk Sealand, Asian
Terminals Incorporated, and P and O ports.
Mr. Santiago and I were able to take a peek at the conference which
discussed matters about cargo ships. Most of the delegates in the
forum were foreigners concerned about the delivery of goods via the
seas. But since we no longer had any seats, my mentor and I
immediately left the hall. My mentor met some of his friends, most of
which are also maritime journalists. They talked about certain
maritime issues and trends. Later on, I helped the Buhay Marino staff
distribute copies of our maritime paper to visitors and delegates who
viewed the exhibits.
SIDELIGHTS:
- Thanks to C/M Rene Sanggalang, (co-anchor of Sir Leo in Buhay
Marino radio program) for the free ride and free lunch. God bless you.
- That afternoon, I told myself I must have copies of press releases
so I can write about these events for Buhay Marino. I then spotted a
brown-skinned lady who serves as a receptionist of the exhibit.
ME: Excuse me, meron po ba kayong press release nito para…
GIRL: I'm sorry, please speak in English… (She's from India! I never
knew it until I saw the round thing in her forehead. Akala ko Pinay.)
No press releases were issued.
TIME: About 3:15 – 6:16 PM
EVENT: Buhay Marino Press Work
VENUE: Buhay Marino Office in Morayta, Manila
I joined the Buhay Marino press work. I wrote my Maritime Forum
article using my notes. After finishing the article, Sir Leo asked me
to report on Saturday in Ortigas so I can read news for DZAR's Buhay
Marino. He advised me to translate my news in Filipino so the
listeners can better understand my message.
That afternoon, Sir Leo forwarded my revised article to Sir Denis, who
will in turn, forward it to the Bangkok-based editor for scrutinizing.
SIDELIGHTS: Sir Leo is one of the best morale boosters I've known.
Every time he introduces me to his friends, he will mention positive
remarks that will make me appear good to these people.
TIME: 6:30 PM
EVENT: Wala lang
VENUE: McDonald's Lepanto
After a long day, I rewarded myself with Chicken Nuggets, Coke,
McFlurry and Cheeseburger. Indeed, eating in a fast food is the best
thing to do before going home. God bless the soul of whoever
conceptualized fast food…
DAY'S SUMMARY:
I might sound offensive…and I'm sorry. But this day is like a
"lovemaking day" for me. Today, I gathered data for a potential OFWJC
story…just like a male and female copulating to give life to a
potential being. (But don't get me wrong! I won't do that until I'm
married! Conservative ako bah!). And I believe that when a journalist
is focused on his legwork, he will eventually come up with a good idea
that will guide the formation and flow of his story…which I shall call
"journalistic orgasm". But one word of advice: This orgasm won't be
reached if the reporter is too lazy to gather facts or too shy to
interview people. No legwork, no journalistic orgasm. Walang sarap
kung walang hirap.
LOVEMAKING DAY
28 April 2005 Thursday
TIME: 9:00 – 11:30 AM
EVENT: Maritime Forum
VENUE: Pan Pacific Hotel in Manila
I covered the Maritime Forum which tackled the training needs of
seafarers. The event was organized by no other than the leading
maritime journalist in the Philippines—Mr. Leonillo Santiago. (mentor
ko yan!). Representatives from TESDA, PRC, Training centers, and
shipping companies shared their views and their suggestions about the
maritime industry and curriculum. The topics included the need for a
feedback mechanism to improve the maritime curriculum, the
communication barrier among Filipino seamen, the need for innovative
maritime courses and the need for a body that will take care of
Maritime education and certification.
The discussions were meaty…so meaty that the notebook provided to me
by OFWJC no longer has empty pages. But at least I got several quotes
and perspectives which I think are more than enough to develop my
second OFWJC story (this time, about seafarers' employment). I'm also
sure the presence of several sources can provide Buhay Marino
Newspaper a credible story.
SIDELIGHTS: While I'm here in Pan Pacific, my co-interns, together
with their mentors are in DOLE to cover a press conference about Labor
day.
TIME: About 12:15 – 2:30 PM
EVENT: 3rd Philippine Ports and Shipping Exhibition and Conference 2005
VENUE: Manila Peninsula Hotel
The event was hosted by the Philippine Ports Authority and endorsed by
DOTC. It featured exhibits by different sponsors, each offering
products and services that could benefit the seafarers. Some of these
sponsors include Smart, Globe, Quest, Pisa, Maersk Sealand, Asian
Terminals Incorporated, and P and O ports.
Mr. Santiago and I were able to take a peek at the conference which
discussed matters about cargo ships. Most of the delegates in the
forum were foreigners concerned about the delivery of goods via the
seas. But since we no longer had any seats, my mentor and I
immediately left the hall. My mentor met some of his friends, most of
which are also maritime journalists. They talked about certain
maritime issues and trends. Later on, I helped the Buhay Marino staff
distribute copies of our maritime paper to visitors and delegates who
viewed the exhibits.
SIDELIGHTS:
- Thanks to C/M Rene Sanggalang, (co-anchor of Sir Leo in Buhay
Marino radio program) for the free ride and free lunch. God bless you.
- That afternoon, I told myself I must have copies of press releases
so I can write about these events for Buhay Marino. I then spotted a
brown-skinned lady who serves as a receptionist of the exhibit.
ME: Excuse me, meron po ba kayong press release nito para…
GIRL: I'm sorry, please speak in English… (She's from India! I never
knew it until I saw the round thing in her forehead. Akala ko Pinay.)
No press releases were issued.
TIME: About 3:15 – 6:16 PM
EVENT: Buhay Marino Press Work
VENUE: Buhay Marino Office in Morayta, Manila
I joined the Buhay Marino press work. I wrote my Maritime Forum
article using my notes. After finishing the article, Sir Leo asked me
to report on Saturday in Ortigas so I can read news for DZAR's Buhay
Marino. He advised me to translate my news in Filipino so the
listeners can better understand my message.
That afternoon, Sir Leo forwarded my revised article to Sir Denis, who
will in turn, forward it to the Bangkok-based editor for scrutinizing.
SIDELIGHTS: Sir Leo is one of the best morale boosters I've known.
Every time he introduces me to his friends, he will mention positive
remarks that will make me appear good to these people.
TIME: 6:30 PM
EVENT: Wala lang
VENUE: McDonald's Lepanto
After a long day, I rewarded myself with Chicken Nuggets, Coke,
McFlurry and Cheeseburger. Indeed, eating in a fast food is the best
thing to do before going home. God bless the soul of whoever
conceptualized fast food…
DAY'S SUMMARY:
I might sound offensive…and I'm sorry. But this day is like a
"lovemaking day" for me. Today, I gathered data for a potential OFWJC
story…just like a male and female copulating to give life to a
potential being. (But don't get me wrong! I won't do that until I'm
married! Conservative ako bah!). And I believe that when a journalist
is focused on his legwork, he will eventually come up with a good idea
that will guide the formation and flow of his story…which I shall call
"journalistic orgasm". But one word of advice: This orgasm won't be
reached if the reporter is too lazy to gather facts or too shy to
interview people. No legwork, no journalistic orgasm. Walang sarap
kung walang hirap.
Ace's entry: The OWWA Files Episode 2
Ace's Entry
THE OWWA FILES EPISODE 2
27 April 2005 Wednesday
"Tacky Title"
"Weak lead"
"Too long"
These summarize the negative comments of Mr. Dennis Estopace on my
first draft. But wait, hinay hinay lang, my dear fans (Duh! Feeling!).
Please do not call him "the Menace." Each of his comments has basis.
Why?
"Tacky Title" – "OWWA Halfway Home: Home before home sweet home? O di
ba? Need I say more?
"Weak Lead" – I wrote about the airport staff saying "Mabuhay" or
"Welcome Home" to OFWs…and the fact that OFWs can't use them in
looking for a place in the city. Maybe Mr. Estopace wanted a lead that
would really focus on the transients' problems. Point well taken.
Too long – 1.300 plus words. Sir Denis wanted an article with a
maximum of 999 words.
Revise…Revise…Revise…and with some sort of divine intervention and
perhaps some omissions (yung iba ay pikit matang ginawa), I met the
required 999 words (not including the title of course). And again,
submitted the article today through e-mail.
One might ask: Are you not demoralized with that system? The answer is No. Why?
Sanayan lang yan
The critics here are competent (hindi yung kung sinu-sino lang na
wala namang alam sa journalism ngunit nanlalait ng gawa ng may gawa
para lamang may masabi at lumitaw kunwaring may alam din sila.
Since the critics are competent, their views are valid.
Despite the negative comments, the critics know how to appreciate.
To prove the last claim, I'll give you evidences. These are comments
also from Sir Denis. And since I began this entry with comments, it is
fitting to end it with comments, this time, positive ones.
"The best part of the story's on the part where "OFWs may ask."
"The best sound byte in the story's Roque saying: "Binabanlawan
namin sila." Ang galing ng capture ni Romero dito. I suggest we place
that quote high in the story."
THE OWWA FILES EPISODE 2
27 April 2005 Wednesday
"Tacky Title"
"Weak lead"
"Too long"
These summarize the negative comments of Mr. Dennis Estopace on my
first draft. But wait, hinay hinay lang, my dear fans (Duh! Feeling!).
Please do not call him "the Menace." Each of his comments has basis.
Why?
"Tacky Title" – "OWWA Halfway Home: Home before home sweet home? O di
ba? Need I say more?
"Weak Lead" – I wrote about the airport staff saying "Mabuhay" or
"Welcome Home" to OFWs…and the fact that OFWs can't use them in
looking for a place in the city. Maybe Mr. Estopace wanted a lead that
would really focus on the transients' problems. Point well taken.
Too long – 1.300 plus words. Sir Denis wanted an article with a
maximum of 999 words.
Revise…Revise…Revise…and with some sort of divine intervention and
perhaps some omissions (yung iba ay pikit matang ginawa), I met the
required 999 words (not including the title of course). And again,
submitted the article today through e-mail.
One might ask: Are you not demoralized with that system? The answer is No. Why?
Sanayan lang yan
The critics here are competent (hindi yung kung sinu-sino lang na
wala namang alam sa journalism ngunit nanlalait ng gawa ng may gawa
para lamang may masabi at lumitaw kunwaring may alam din sila.
Since the critics are competent, their views are valid.
Despite the negative comments, the critics know how to appreciate.
To prove the last claim, I'll give you evidences. These are comments
also from Sir Denis. And since I began this entry with comments, it is
fitting to end it with comments, this time, positive ones.
"The best part of the story's on the part where "OFWs may ask."
"The best sound byte in the story's Roque saying: "Binabanlawan
namin sila." Ang galing ng capture ni Romero dito. I suggest we place
that quote high in the story."
Ace's Entry (SPECIAL EDITION): The OWWA files episode 1
Ace's Entry (SPECIAL EDITION)
THE OWWA FILES EPISODE 1
26 April 2005 Tuesday
MANILA – After countless "phone pestering" and story outlining, an
aspiring journalist took pride in saying that he has finished the
first draft of his OWWA feature story.
Alexis, 20, a resident of Sampaloc and an intern of OFW Journalism Consortium
(OFWJC) submitted his first draft via e-mail to his mentor, Leonillo
Santiago, who will in turn, pass it to Dennis Estopace, OFWJC Vice
president. "Ang sarap ng feeling" Romero said. "Para kang nabunutan ng
tinik at nawalan constipation"
The story, which featured the launching of OWWA's Halfway Home for
transients and distressed OFWs, contained more than 1,300 words.
Romero attributes the length of the story to the relevance of the data
collected.
"It was supposed to be a short story but the information gathered are
so relevant…it's hard to discard them" he said. "Thanks to the patient
people and the informative literature available to me"
But despite the accomplishment, Romero said that he is ready to revise
or improve the article. "Yung haba pa lang nun baka isumpa na ako ng
editors ko. But that's journalism..parang kakambal na ng revisions" he
said.
Romero's article is part of his tasks as an intern of OFWJC.
THE OWWA FILES EPISODE 1
26 April 2005 Tuesday
MANILA – After countless "phone pestering" and story outlining, an
aspiring journalist took pride in saying that he has finished the
first draft of his OWWA feature story.
Alexis, 20, a resident of Sampaloc and an intern of OFW Journalism Consortium
(OFWJC) submitted his first draft via e-mail to his mentor, Leonillo
Santiago, who will in turn, pass it to Dennis Estopace, OFWJC Vice
president. "Ang sarap ng feeling" Romero said. "Para kang nabunutan ng
tinik at nawalan constipation"
The story, which featured the launching of OWWA's Halfway Home for
transients and distressed OFWs, contained more than 1,300 words.
Romero attributes the length of the story to the relevance of the data
collected.
"It was supposed to be a short story but the information gathered are
so relevant…it's hard to discard them" he said. "Thanks to the patient
people and the informative literature available to me"
But despite the accomplishment, Romero said that he is ready to revise
or improve the article. "Yung haba pa lang nun baka isumpa na ako ng
editors ko. But that's journalism..parang kakambal na ng revisions" he
said.
Romero's article is part of his tasks as an intern of OFWJC.
Rea’s entry: Another interview
Rea’s Entry
Another Interview
May 1, 2005
I had the chance to interview a local CAP official in Central Luzon regarding CAP (of course). She is an area manager and she gave me positive statements about CAP although she admitted that CAP is having a problem and that the payment for beneficiaries is really delayed. She gave me some reports and documents but they are all for the positive publicity of CAP. She told me that most of her statements will be quoted from a report somewhere since they are not allowed to speak about CAP. Meaning her identity is off the record.
I don’t know how to write my story so I decided to seek help from the documents and reports given to me and I think that I will have a PR report. I don’t know how to do a good story so I will just have to rely on my slightly used brain to do the work for me. I just hope that I can do something right. I am full of hope coz I don’t have anything than hope.
Another Interview
May 1, 2005
I had the chance to interview a local CAP official in Central Luzon regarding CAP (of course). She is an area manager and she gave me positive statements about CAP although she admitted that CAP is having a problem and that the payment for beneficiaries is really delayed. She gave me some reports and documents but they are all for the positive publicity of CAP. She told me that most of her statements will be quoted from a report somewhere since they are not allowed to speak about CAP. Meaning her identity is off the record.
I don’t know how to write my story so I decided to seek help from the documents and reports given to me and I think that I will have a PR report. I don’t know how to do a good story so I will just have to rely on my slightly used brain to do the work for me. I just hope that I can do something right. I am full of hope coz I don’t have anything than hope.
Rea’s entry: The first encounter
Rea’s Entry
The First Encounter
April 30, 2005
This day serves as a learning experience for me. This is my first day of interview and I have three people lined up.
At around 9 in the morning, I went to our neighbor for an interview regarding CAP. When I got there, their house is still messy and she was washing clothes at their backyard. She’s doing a hand wash so when she opened the door, she still got soap and bubbles all over her arms. When she saw me, she let me in and apologized for the mess. I told her if it was ok to do the interview and she said yes. She asked me if it was all right for me to do the interview while she’s washing clothes so I agreed. She is actually not an OFW but I wanted to know about her experience with CAP. She was really cheerful although she looks a little teary to me. She had worked as a CAP agent for 8 years to get a plan for her eldest son and she completed the payment by working in the company. It was her only chance to get her son ready for college since her way of living is by selling Avon products and Tupperware. She’s really worried about her son’s education. Her son is the valedictorian of their batch when he was in grade school and he is really intelligent for all the medals hanging on their Santo Nino’s neck. He’s a sophomore in a private high school. The school offered scholarship for his secondary education. Now her problem is where to get money for her son’s college education. It is not everyday that you can get a scholarship.
At 2 in the afternoon, I went to get another interview. This time she was a former nurse in Libya. She lives in Abucay Bataan, 20 kilometers away from the capital of the province. It is a two-story house but the façade is still not painted. She let me into the house which was fully furnished. And there are her two kids who are turning college freshmen a year from now. They are not twins but she got them to school at the same time. She is a widow. She is wearing a white collared-blouse tucked in her maong pants. She looks young for her age and she is currently involved in raising pigs. She usually drives her owner-type jeep which is actually air-conditioned. Her name is Precy Sangcal and she paid for the plans before she stopped working abroad. When I start asking questions about CAP, she really looks distressed and she looks serious about the topic. She did not get angry and start shouting and so. She just took it seriously and she was very formal about the whole situation.
I went to my last interview with Mr. Jun Canlas at around 5:30. The stretch of the road that leads out of the city, passing three towns before I got to Mr. Canlas’ house, runs through fields that are a sickly yellowish color with smoke almost everywhere. Dried rice stalks are being burned after they were harvested. When I got to their house, Mr. Canlas was already waiting for me and he let me in. His house is not that big and it is not yet painted and furniture is not the luxurious type. Looking at their house, I could see a middle-class family, living just right. They have a little farm away from home and they would spend their free time there. He was wearing a white Hanes shirt and a maong short with Beachwalk slippers on his feet. When we start conversing about the educational plans for his children, he seems teary and worried. He thought that he was not able to invest his earnings for a good business where they could get a great deal of money for them though he was able to buy three tricycles and a little farm. He was shaking his head while complaining about CAP and all that. In his last statement, he actually stood up and walked away from me. He was just staring out of their window while asking me if his children will be able to get the benefits intended for them in due time. He knows that he would not be able to get a decent job here in our country at the age of 55 so he is really exasperated where to get the money for his kids’ tuition fee in the future.
The First Encounter
April 30, 2005
This day serves as a learning experience for me. This is my first day of interview and I have three people lined up.
At around 9 in the morning, I went to our neighbor for an interview regarding CAP. When I got there, their house is still messy and she was washing clothes at their backyard. She’s doing a hand wash so when she opened the door, she still got soap and bubbles all over her arms. When she saw me, she let me in and apologized for the mess. I told her if it was ok to do the interview and she said yes. She asked me if it was all right for me to do the interview while she’s washing clothes so I agreed. She is actually not an OFW but I wanted to know about her experience with CAP. She was really cheerful although she looks a little teary to me. She had worked as a CAP agent for 8 years to get a plan for her eldest son and she completed the payment by working in the company. It was her only chance to get her son ready for college since her way of living is by selling Avon products and Tupperware. She’s really worried about her son’s education. Her son is the valedictorian of their batch when he was in grade school and he is really intelligent for all the medals hanging on their Santo Nino’s neck. He’s a sophomore in a private high school. The school offered scholarship for his secondary education. Now her problem is where to get money for her son’s college education. It is not everyday that you can get a scholarship.
At 2 in the afternoon, I went to get another interview. This time she was a former nurse in Libya. She lives in Abucay Bataan, 20 kilometers away from the capital of the province. It is a two-story house but the façade is still not painted. She let me into the house which was fully furnished. And there are her two kids who are turning college freshmen a year from now. They are not twins but she got them to school at the same time. She is a widow. She is wearing a white collared-blouse tucked in her maong pants. She looks young for her age and she is currently involved in raising pigs. She usually drives her owner-type jeep which is actually air-conditioned. Her name is Precy Sangcal and she paid for the plans before she stopped working abroad. When I start asking questions about CAP, she really looks distressed and she looks serious about the topic. She did not get angry and start shouting and so. She just took it seriously and she was very formal about the whole situation.
I went to my last interview with Mr. Jun Canlas at around 5:30. The stretch of the road that leads out of the city, passing three towns before I got to Mr. Canlas’ house, runs through fields that are a sickly yellowish color with smoke almost everywhere. Dried rice stalks are being burned after they were harvested. When I got to their house, Mr. Canlas was already waiting for me and he let me in. His house is not that big and it is not yet painted and furniture is not the luxurious type. Looking at their house, I could see a middle-class family, living just right. They have a little farm away from home and they would spend their free time there. He was wearing a white Hanes shirt and a maong short with Beachwalk slippers on his feet. When we start conversing about the educational plans for his children, he seems teary and worried. He thought that he was not able to invest his earnings for a good business where they could get a great deal of money for them though he was able to buy three tricycles and a little farm. He was shaking his head while complaining about CAP and all that. In his last statement, he actually stood up and walked away from me. He was just staring out of their window while asking me if his children will be able to get the benefits intended for them in due time. He knows that he would not be able to get a decent job here in our country at the age of 55 so he is really exasperated where to get the money for his kids’ tuition fee in the future.
Rea’s entry: The very first day
Rea’s Entry
The Very First Day
April 28, 2005
I checked my email first thing in the morning. I don’t usually do that but I just did so this invitation from Sir Dennis just caught my attention and without wasting time, I packed my bags and rode into the first bus going to Manila. The time of the DOLE’s press conference was 11:30 in the morning. I left Bataan at 8 am so I don’t really expect to get there on time. I tried to pull myself together to get there. I did not have the chance to go to our apartment. I went straight to Intramuros. I did not know the exact place DOLE is located so I have to ride a pedicab for the first time. I did not enjoy that first experience since I am very much worried about getting late. I thought that all the interns are going to be there and as I run to the 4th floor BWC Training Room, I was not able to see any of them so I waited outside the room panicking. People are busy in the other room preparing food while I stood outside the BWC room. I waited for quite a while and then I decided to approach a lady and ask if Mr. Billy Cabuag has arrived. Thank God he and Karlo were there. All the time I was looking at the other corner of the room hoping to find any of them but I did not see them coz they were at the other side where I was not able to see. The lady was kind and she let me in. I sat at the back of Sir Billy and Karlo’s seats. Around 10 minutes after I sat down, the briefing started. I tried writing notes and recording the event but I think they’re going too fast for my slightly used brain. Press people started asking questions after the brief introduction of the panel and the briefing is more likely concern about increasing wage and the jobs fair (celebration of labor day). After the Q and A portion, the people started pushing their way to get an ambush interview with the panel but of course sir Billy was too quick for them. He got his way to the Undersecretary first and I actually do not have any idea what he did there (I mean what sort of questions he asked). At 12:30 the conference ended and I had to go to Makati for the CAP’s press conference. My cousin and I went to Makati. We rode a bus but unfortunately, I fell asleep and my cousin does not know where Legaspi Village is. It was so traffic and we just missed the place. When I woke up, we’re far away from the place and I do not know how to get there via another route. In a nutshell, I missed the press conference. I went back to the office and talk to the bosses. Then I was assigned to do a report about pre-need sector since I still do not have a story plan for a news feature. I just hope that I can do something right this time.
The Very First Day
April 28, 2005
I checked my email first thing in the morning. I don’t usually do that but I just did so this invitation from Sir Dennis just caught my attention and without wasting time, I packed my bags and rode into the first bus going to Manila. The time of the DOLE’s press conference was 11:30 in the morning. I left Bataan at 8 am so I don’t really expect to get there on time. I tried to pull myself together to get there. I did not have the chance to go to our apartment. I went straight to Intramuros. I did not know the exact place DOLE is located so I have to ride a pedicab for the first time. I did not enjoy that first experience since I am very much worried about getting late. I thought that all the interns are going to be there and as I run to the 4th floor BWC Training Room, I was not able to see any of them so I waited outside the room panicking. People are busy in the other room preparing food while I stood outside the BWC room. I waited for quite a while and then I decided to approach a lady and ask if Mr. Billy Cabuag has arrived. Thank God he and Karlo were there. All the time I was looking at the other corner of the room hoping to find any of them but I did not see them coz they were at the other side where I was not able to see. The lady was kind and she let me in. I sat at the back of Sir Billy and Karlo’s seats. Around 10 minutes after I sat down, the briefing started. I tried writing notes and recording the event but I think they’re going too fast for my slightly used brain. Press people started asking questions after the brief introduction of the panel and the briefing is more likely concern about increasing wage and the jobs fair (celebration of labor day). After the Q and A portion, the people started pushing their way to get an ambush interview with the panel but of course sir Billy was too quick for them. He got his way to the Undersecretary first and I actually do not have any idea what he did there (I mean what sort of questions he asked). At 12:30 the conference ended and I had to go to Makati for the CAP’s press conference. My cousin and I went to Makati. We rode a bus but unfortunately, I fell asleep and my cousin does not know where Legaspi Village is. It was so traffic and we just missed the place. When I woke up, we’re far away from the place and I do not know how to get there via another route. In a nutshell, I missed the press conference. I went back to the office and talk to the bosses. Then I was assigned to do a report about pre-need sector since I still do not have a story plan for a news feature. I just hope that I can do something right this time.
Rea’s entry: Story Plan
Rea’s Entry
Story Plan
April 24, 2005
Here is the catch… got nothing in my head right now. Been taking drugs lately so I don’t think that my brain is functioning really well as if it had functioned well before. Got a slightly used brain so I need to exercise it a little bit to see if it is not rusty. The only thing I have in mind is the Omanization Policy so I started digging up for sources and stuff and got what I needed. It is just that I can’t give justice to a good story. I just hope that my father would not get disappointed in me.
My so-called first week of work (in bed) is the last week of my father’s vacation here in our poor country so visitors would usually pop up anytime of the day. My father and his colleagues at work had a little get-together at home and while having their happy conversation (they were all laughing while drinking and eating), I had the chance to sneak up on them and hear they stories. My father does not talk about work at home. He will rather hear about our stories rather than us hearing his story about the other side of the world. I had to collect my own memories to get into their world by looking at some old pictures and videos and by hearing his tape records. I heard him talk about the Omanization policy and that most of his colleagues have their contracts terminated last year or the years before. I had the chance to converse with them and their children. Leaving Oman is a hard thing for them. They got really great benefits and people have been kind to them but policy is a policy so they have to step down from their positions and let the natives do their work. Hearing them talk about their lives is like reading a novel or watching a drama series. Their stories have color and life which is very interesting just like ours. I really want to hear more so I had the idea of writing about it for them to squeal and let their emotions burst.
Story Plan
April 24, 2005
Here is the catch… got nothing in my head right now. Been taking drugs lately so I don’t think that my brain is functioning really well as if it had functioned well before. Got a slightly used brain so I need to exercise it a little bit to see if it is not rusty. The only thing I have in mind is the Omanization Policy so I started digging up for sources and stuff and got what I needed. It is just that I can’t give justice to a good story. I just hope that my father would not get disappointed in me.
My so-called first week of work (in bed) is the last week of my father’s vacation here in our poor country so visitors would usually pop up anytime of the day. My father and his colleagues at work had a little get-together at home and while having their happy conversation (they were all laughing while drinking and eating), I had the chance to sneak up on them and hear they stories. My father does not talk about work at home. He will rather hear about our stories rather than us hearing his story about the other side of the world. I had to collect my own memories to get into their world by looking at some old pictures and videos and by hearing his tape records. I heard him talk about the Omanization policy and that most of his colleagues have their contracts terminated last year or the years before. I had the chance to converse with them and their children. Leaving Oman is a hard thing for them. They got really great benefits and people have been kind to them but policy is a policy so they have to step down from their positions and let the natives do their work. Hearing them talk about their lives is like reading a novel or watching a drama series. Their stories have color and life which is very interesting just like ours. I really want to hear more so I had the idea of writing about it for them to squeal and let their emotions burst.
Rea’s Entry: First Week
Rea’s Entry
First Week
April 18 – 22, 2005
So much for my so-called first week.
While the other interns are doing their jobs and giving everything they have to impress their mentors, there I was trying to pass another lousy day by sleeping, eating and resting. Lucky for me to get sick and to have an excuse for being lazy. Please do not think that I love the idea of being sick and lazy coz I did not. I was not able to go out with the family since I was sick and trying to gain the strength I will be needing to face my mentor and the world of making news. To be honest, I was really scared. Don’t know why.
I am not so good in talking about what happened or to let anybody into my thoughts, this is one thing why I don’t have a diary or a journal. I don’t want to share much about my experiences or moments in my life since sharing them will only take them away from me. I would love to cherish them by thinking about it once in a while (thinking that I am the only one who had that kind of feeling or who have been into that situation). Do I look stupid or selfish? Hope not.
Being sick for a week or so is a natural thing for me. It usually happens once a month or so. I don’t really get it why my family is so bothered about it and yet we usually experience that every so often. This is the end of my first writing experience for a diary.
First Week
April 18 – 22, 2005
So much for my so-called first week.
While the other interns are doing their jobs and giving everything they have to impress their mentors, there I was trying to pass another lousy day by sleeping, eating and resting. Lucky for me to get sick and to have an excuse for being lazy. Please do not think that I love the idea of being sick and lazy coz I did not. I was not able to go out with the family since I was sick and trying to gain the strength I will be needing to face my mentor and the world of making news. To be honest, I was really scared. Don’t know why.
I am not so good in talking about what happened or to let anybody into my thoughts, this is one thing why I don’t have a diary or a journal. I don’t want to share much about my experiences or moments in my life since sharing them will only take them away from me. I would love to cherish them by thinking about it once in a while (thinking that I am the only one who had that kind of feeling or who have been into that situation). Do I look stupid or selfish? Hope not.
Being sick for a week or so is a natural thing for me. It usually happens once a month or so. I don’t really get it why my family is so bothered about it and yet we usually experience that every so often. This is the end of my first writing experience for a diary.
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