Karlo's entry
#5 slice
26 April 2005
This entry will be short. And this I swear to the Highest Being possible (unlike someone I know who promised a short entry but ended up with a short story).
One reason for such entry: I have to read and understand files about OWWA and POEA (their mandate, works, thrusts, etc.) for my long article. And I know that it will take me a number of hours to finish them (one of my weakest points is reading and understanding MATTERS ON GOVERNMENT).
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Here's one surprising thing I'd like to share, especially to the Villycoholics. Sir Villy listens to Keane. Yep, that alternative band.
Hey Sir! "Bedshaped" is a nice cut from their album. It's a song that haunts.
*Sir, burn n'yo naman ako niyan. *wink* *wink*
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Kassey’s entry: Start from scratch, Still with no beat
Kassey’s entry
Start from scratch, Still with no beat
25 April 2005
I feel sheepish for not being responsible concerning my deadlines (due to unavoidable circumstances). But to clear things up, I am not making any excuses. In fact, all of the things assigned to me (diary entries, sources for my articles, etc.) were already done.
Anyway, I’ve drafted the questions I’m going to ask my interviewees for tomorrow. I’m excited (because I’ll be meeting different people again) and at the same time nervous (‘coz I might end up meeting people with “attitude”).
Ma’am Julie told me to look for another beat that will be featured in my news story because Ace already passed the supposed-to-be-my-article. With that, I’m readying myself for rush, unexpected, and exhausting chasing of people for their views regarding my articles. I just wish I can make it on time. My deadline is on the 28th (and today is April 25); start from scratch, still with no beat.
Start from scratch, Still with no beat
25 April 2005
I feel sheepish for not being responsible concerning my deadlines (due to unavoidable circumstances). But to clear things up, I am not making any excuses. In fact, all of the things assigned to me (diary entries, sources for my articles, etc.) were already done.
Anyway, I’ve drafted the questions I’m going to ask my interviewees for tomorrow. I’m excited (because I’ll be meeting different people again) and at the same time nervous (‘coz I might end up meeting people with “attitude”).
Ma’am Julie told me to look for another beat that will be featured in my news story because Ace already passed the supposed-to-be-my-article. With that, I’m readying myself for rush, unexpected, and exhausting chasing of people for their views regarding my articles. I just wish I can make it on time. My deadline is on the 28th (and today is April 25); start from scratch, still with no beat.
Kassey’s entry: People to look for
Kassey’s entry
People to look for
22 April 2005
Ma’am Julie and I met at one of the coffee shops in Quezon Avenue to discuss some things regarding my feature story. She suggested me to look for the following that could be possible sources for my story:
1.
2. anyone from the Department of Health – the one setting standards for nursing schools
3. Ms. Ellene Sana – Executive Director of Center for Migrant Advocacy
4. Dr. Galvez Tan – teaches at UP and is currently making a study on nursing school phenomenon
Cong. Edsel Lagman – head of Committee on Overseas Workers Affairs
Hopefully, by next week, I’m done with the interview part of my article.
People to look for
22 April 2005
Ma’am Julie and I met at one of the coffee shops in Quezon Avenue to discuss some things regarding my feature story. She suggested me to look for the following that could be possible sources for my story:
1.
2. anyone from the Department of Health – the one setting standards for nursing schools
3. Ms. Ellene Sana – Executive Director of Center for Migrant Advocacy
4. Dr. Galvez Tan – teaches at UP and is currently making a study on nursing school phenomenon
Cong. Edsel Lagman – head of Committee on Overseas Workers Affairs
Hopefully, by next week, I’m done with the interview part of my article.
Kassey’s entry: Mission Accomplished
Kassey’s entry
Mission Accomplished
21 April 2005
Mission 1: Find copies of FS and GIS of ________ (this part withheld for editorial purposes)_______.
I arrived at the Public Reference Unit (PRU) of Securities and Exchange Commission (SEC) at around 4 pm. I immediately asked for the paper (that the guard gave me the first time I went there), which I had to fill-up with information. The good thing is that I now know what I was exactly looking for.
I wrote down the name of these two companies (just to be sure): _______(name edited)________.
When the lady handling the paper called my name, I went to her and told her that I was looking for copies of FS (financial statement) and GIS of the companies jotted down in my paper. She searched for it and found out that the ______(edited)______ was not there. I was surprised because when I went there the other day, another lady told me that _______ was on their list. Anyway, I told her that the FS and GIS of __________ would do. So, she again stroke her keyboard and after some seconds, information flashed in her monitor. She showed me the results of her search and told me that the company only filed for their FS, meaning the GIS was not available. But she suggested me that the company had their amended articles filed at the SEC. So, I told the lady that those articles would be helpful. She wrote down something on my paper and pointed to the Paper Counter to submit my request.
After submitting my paper and waiting for some time, my name was called again. Another lady approached me and led me to her cubicle. The papers we’d searched were 17 pages all in all and cost P165. I paid for the documents at the cashier and showed my receipt to the Paper Counter so that I could get the documents.
Mission 1, accomplished.
Mission 2: Get a copy of SEC’s penalty on ______________
I inquired at the monitoring division on how/where I could get information regarding penalties. A Mr. Gardo Versosa look-alike handed me a paper with listings I couldn’t understand. So, that’s it. I thought I was done. But after hearing two ladies talking at my back that they needed a computation for the penalty they had to pay, I again talked to Mr. Gardo Versosa look-alike and asked him if I could get the penalty of OFW International Holdings Inc. be computed. He gave me another paper to fill-up. I returned it back to him after filling it up. I again waited for some minutes. Mr. Gardo Versosa look-alike led me to Mr. Sani de Leon; he also gave a piece of paper to him. When Mr. de Leon was scanning the paper, he asked me to go to the 6th floor of the building. I went there and talked to a lady who pointed me to another cubicle. When I got there, I asked the person at the cubicle if I could have a copy of SEC’s penalty on the company. She got some papers in her cabinet and made me sign it (proof that I received a copy of it). But before I could leave, she asked me where I would use it. I introduced myself and told her that the consortium’s going to use it as a source for an article. She had my student ID photocopied and got the consortium’s whole name, address, and the purpose of the company.
Mission 2, accomplished.
Mission 3: Find out whether STI branches are still under SEC
I went back to the third floor of the building and again asked Mr. Gardo Versosa look-alike whether STI branches are still under SEC. This was what he said: “ Oo naman. Lahat ng branch ng STI ay under pa rin namin.”
Mission 3, accomplished.
* ______________________(this part edited)_____________________
Mission Accomplished
21 April 2005
Mission 1: Find copies of FS and GIS of ________ (this part withheld for editorial purposes)_______.
I arrived at the Public Reference Unit (PRU) of Securities and Exchange Commission (SEC) at around 4 pm. I immediately asked for the paper (that the guard gave me the first time I went there), which I had to fill-up with information. The good thing is that I now know what I was exactly looking for.
I wrote down the name of these two companies (just to be sure): _______(name edited)________.
When the lady handling the paper called my name, I went to her and told her that I was looking for copies of FS (financial statement) and GIS of the companies jotted down in my paper. She searched for it and found out that the ______(edited)______ was not there. I was surprised because when I went there the other day, another lady told me that _______ was on their list. Anyway, I told her that the FS and GIS of __________ would do. So, she again stroke her keyboard and after some seconds, information flashed in her monitor. She showed me the results of her search and told me that the company only filed for their FS, meaning the GIS was not available. But she suggested me that the company had their amended articles filed at the SEC. So, I told the lady that those articles would be helpful. She wrote down something on my paper and pointed to the Paper Counter to submit my request.
After submitting my paper and waiting for some time, my name was called again. Another lady approached me and led me to her cubicle. The papers we’d searched were 17 pages all in all and cost P165. I paid for the documents at the cashier and showed my receipt to the Paper Counter so that I could get the documents.
Mission 1, accomplished.
Mission 2: Get a copy of SEC’s penalty on ______________
I inquired at the monitoring division on how/where I could get information regarding penalties. A Mr. Gardo Versosa look-alike handed me a paper with listings I couldn’t understand. So, that’s it. I thought I was done. But after hearing two ladies talking at my back that they needed a computation for the penalty they had to pay, I again talked to Mr. Gardo Versosa look-alike and asked him if I could get the penalty of OFW International Holdings Inc. be computed. He gave me another paper to fill-up. I returned it back to him after filling it up. I again waited for some minutes. Mr. Gardo Versosa look-alike led me to Mr. Sani de Leon; he also gave a piece of paper to him. When Mr. de Leon was scanning the paper, he asked me to go to the 6th floor of the building. I went there and talked to a lady who pointed me to another cubicle. When I got there, I asked the person at the cubicle if I could have a copy of SEC’s penalty on the company. She got some papers in her cabinet and made me sign it (proof that I received a copy of it). But before I could leave, she asked me where I would use it. I introduced myself and told her that the consortium’s going to use it as a source for an article. She had my student ID photocopied and got the consortium’s whole name, address, and the purpose of the company.
Mission 2, accomplished.
Mission 3: Find out whether STI branches are still under SEC
I went back to the third floor of the building and again asked Mr. Gardo Versosa look-alike whether STI branches are still under SEC. This was what he said: “ Oo naman. Lahat ng branch ng STI ay under pa rin namin.”
Mission 3, accomplished.
* ______________________(this part edited)_____________________
Saturday, April 23, 2005
Ace's Entry (Special Edition): D-Day
Ace's Entry (SPECIAL EDITION)
D-DAY
22 April 2005 Saturday
Here's a dialogue between an aspiring journalist and his alter ego
ME: (after returning the phone receiver) Aaaaarrrgh! Ano ba yan! Kung hindi wala, busy, nag-outing o kaya naman hindi nila alam! What kind of sources are these!!! How can I finish this article early?!?!?!
ACE: Huh, that's your fault. Umiral na naman pagka-demanding mo sa sarili mo! Feeling mo naman kaya mo…Pwe!
ME: Hey, who are you? Only OFWJC Interns are allowed to write in this space…this is a blog for us trainees! How dare you!
ACE: Who am I? Well, I am Mr. Romero… also called Ace. (evil grin). I also have the right to express myself here for the simple reason that I am you…and you are an intern of OFWJC…ergo, I am also an intern of the said media group…Got it? Logic lang yan! (more evil grin)
ME: What???! A Doppelganger? What the…
ACE: Relax…I am here in this blog because you're talking to yourself. In other words…you created ME!
ME: (rubbing my eyes) Is this true…Hey I do not drinking beer…and…oh no…I am now insane! The disappointing day has made me insane! Nooooooo!
ACE: Ang OA naman nito. Talking to one's self doesn't necessarily mean you are insane. People do that especially when they are in a dilemma or they are disgruntled…or they are in trouble…now which is which?
ME: Well, I 'm not in a dilemma… I am not in trouble. Perhaps disgruntled would roughly fit the mood.
ACE: Ooooh…why?
ME: Well, you heard it already. The potential sources seem unaware of the project of *BLEEP* regarding OFWs. (Later on you'll know why this is censored). There seem to be a problem as regards the information dissemination of this government agency. How can they serve the people or fulfill their aims if nobody knows or cares about the project?
ACE: Ito naman, it was launched just recently at the *BLEEP* building. Give them some time.
ME: But hello…this is something that affects the interest of people. Why can't they coordinate with the media so that proper coverage of it is ensured?
ACE: Oh well, blame the media too. They are covering nonsense stuff like Lovapalooza, FHM Fashion show or D' Bodies…and they can't cover this.
ME: Got a point there. But at least they should have informed groups like the NGOs about the plan so that these groups can help them assist our kababayans…
ACE: And media people like you would have information? Isn't it?
ME: ah…well…yes!
ACE: Plastic!
ME: I admit that's an advantage. But hey, remember I got about 30 OFW relatives abroad. I am also worried about them since most of them live in the provinces
ACE: Okay…fine…
ME: And another thing, something weird happened when I called the government agency. First I was connected by the operator to the *BLEEP* division. The operator said I must address my questions there. When I called there, nobody answered the phone…
ACE: Hahaha…hey, go on…
ME: Well, I tried to call after 20 minutes. As usual I was connected to the *BLEEP* division. The phone rang again, while I was chanting the prayers: Sana po may sumagot…sana po please…Then somebody answered the phone! Heavens! A source! I stated my aim and my identity…I even told the person about the project *BLEEP*…and as a reward for my effort, I got the answer: "Ay…wala pa pong tao dito eh…tawag na lang po kayo uli. Waaaaaah!
ACE: Tsk Tsk Tsk. Don't tell me it isn't over yet?
ME: It isn't! I called after an hour. I told myself "Siguro naman may tao na ng oras na yon!" And I got…"Ay wala pa po yung in charge diyan…nasa bangko po…tawag po kayo mga after lunch…Okay fine!
ACE: (Yawning)
ME: About 2:30 PM, I called again. I asked the operator to connect me to the *BLEEP* division. Later the operator said: "Busy po yung local eh. I asked her for the local number so I won't have to pass thru the operator again…
ACE: Zzzzzz! Haa…e…hehehe!
ME: Armed with the local number the operator gave me, I called the agency again. When I asked: "Dito po ba yung *BLEEP* division. The lady who answered said: Ay hindi po…wait lang po…and she connected me to the (Wow! The operator knows the local numbers very well!)…and to make the story short, I finally talked to someone from that division!
ACE: Hay naku, hinigal ako sa kwento mo! Tapos?
ME: I asked her candidly "Ma'am, pwede po bang mag tanong tungkol sa *BLEEP* She answered: "Ay yan po ay para sa….Blah blah blah…(things that are already part of the press release I got when I covered the launching of the project). Then I asked: A…e…Ma'am, kung free po yan, saan po kaya kukuha ng pondo para sa maintenance?
ACE: Wowowee! Tough one huh? What did she say?
ME: She said very sweetly: "Ay sir… sa Advocacy po kayo para masagot yan…
Aaaarrgh! (It seems they're afraid of money matters isn't it?) After that the usual followed…dial…ring…operator…ring again…and finally I reached the Advocay Hooray!
ACE: O, anong sinabi?
ME: "Ay sir, wala pong tao ngayon ditto, Monday to Thursday lang po ang opisina naming (Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat???!!!)
ACE: Tsk Tsk!
ME: The NGOs are more accessible. Although most of the are not aware of the project. But at least they are very friendly…well some. Yung iba, okay lang.
ACE: What's okay lang? Aspiring journalist pa naman ito, hindi specific!
ME: Tama na! The entry is long already. At least I got some views. And definitely, Disgruntling days like this won't discourage my dream of being a journalist. Mangungulit uli ako bukas at sa mga susunod pang araw! Well, Boss Dennis gave me a deadline—May 3, so I can include the story in the OFWJC packet. But I am ordering myself to finish it by April 27. I will submit it to Mr. Santiago then he will forward it to Mr. Estopace. Yeba!
ACE: Asooh, Why that early? What is your objective?
ME: Well first, that's part of my self-discipline. Second. I do not want to experience cramming. It produces substandard work and nervous breakdown. Third, It serves as allowance if ever Sir Dennis or Sir Leo wants some revisions. At least I can still catch up. Lastly, I do not want to see others suffer or worry because of my inefficiency or my complacency. I already experienced that in the past…it's embarrassing. I already suffered also due to others' neglect. I do not want it to happen again. I hate pasaways.
ACE: Naks! Naiiyak na ako! Hehehe!
ME: Well, the thought of getting published makes me excited too. A Chinese once said that there are three ways to achieve immortality: plant a tree, have a son and write (or get published I suppose). I think seeing his by line is every cub reporter's fantasy
ACE: Sige na nga. Want to say more?
ME: Lastly, I AM EXTENDING MY INDULGENCES TO MR. SANTIAGO AND MR. ESTOPACE. I pestered them today with several questions as regards my deadline and my articles. Anyway, I am promising them that I will do well so I deserve to take some of their time. Again, sorry for my kakulitan. Thanks for your patience Sirs.
ACE: Ayan, Masyado ka kasing atat!
ME: But I am still imposing my deadline to myself. APRIL 27. I should be able to finish the article on that day…and I should have submitted it to Mr. Santiago by April 28. Remember that!
ACE: Fine. So I think you must stop talking to me now…As I said, people talk to themselves when they're in dilemma, trouble or when worried. You must not do it frequently. Stop worrying too much. Relax. Unwind. Take it easy and enjoy your training. Okay?
ME: I am enjoying it. Okay. Thanks. Goodbye.
(The aspiring journalist does not know when he will converse with himself again. But he is very sure…he will.)
D-DAY
22 April 2005 Saturday
Here's a dialogue between an aspiring journalist and his alter ego
ME: (after returning the phone receiver) Aaaaarrrgh! Ano ba yan! Kung hindi wala, busy, nag-outing o kaya naman hindi nila alam! What kind of sources are these!!! How can I finish this article early?!?!?!
ACE: Huh, that's your fault. Umiral na naman pagka-demanding mo sa sarili mo! Feeling mo naman kaya mo…Pwe!
ME: Hey, who are you? Only OFWJC Interns are allowed to write in this space…this is a blog for us trainees! How dare you!
ACE: Who am I? Well, I am Mr. Romero… also called Ace. (evil grin). I also have the right to express myself here for the simple reason that I am you…and you are an intern of OFWJC…ergo, I am also an intern of the said media group…Got it? Logic lang yan! (more evil grin)
ME: What???! A Doppelganger? What the…
ACE: Relax…I am here in this blog because you're talking to yourself. In other words…you created ME!
ME: (rubbing my eyes) Is this true…Hey I do not drinking beer…and…oh no…I am now insane! The disappointing day has made me insane! Nooooooo!
ACE: Ang OA naman nito. Talking to one's self doesn't necessarily mean you are insane. People do that especially when they are in a dilemma or they are disgruntled…or they are in trouble…now which is which?
ME: Well, I 'm not in a dilemma… I am not in trouble. Perhaps disgruntled would roughly fit the mood.
ACE: Ooooh…why?
ME: Well, you heard it already. The potential sources seem unaware of the project of *BLEEP* regarding OFWs. (Later on you'll know why this is censored). There seem to be a problem as regards the information dissemination of this government agency. How can they serve the people or fulfill their aims if nobody knows or cares about the project?
ACE: Ito naman, it was launched just recently at the *BLEEP* building. Give them some time.
ME: But hello…this is something that affects the interest of people. Why can't they coordinate with the media so that proper coverage of it is ensured?
ACE: Oh well, blame the media too. They are covering nonsense stuff like Lovapalooza, FHM Fashion show or D' Bodies…and they can't cover this.
ME: Got a point there. But at least they should have informed groups like the NGOs about the plan so that these groups can help them assist our kababayans…
ACE: And media people like you would have information? Isn't it?
ME: ah…well…yes!
ACE: Plastic!
ME: I admit that's an advantage. But hey, remember I got about 30 OFW relatives abroad. I am also worried about them since most of them live in the provinces
ACE: Okay…fine…
ME: And another thing, something weird happened when I called the government agency. First I was connected by the operator to the *BLEEP* division. The operator said I must address my questions there. When I called there, nobody answered the phone…
ACE: Hahaha…hey, go on…
ME: Well, I tried to call after 20 minutes. As usual I was connected to the *BLEEP* division. The phone rang again, while I was chanting the prayers: Sana po may sumagot…sana po please…Then somebody answered the phone! Heavens! A source! I stated my aim and my identity…I even told the person about the project *BLEEP*…and as a reward for my effort, I got the answer: "Ay…wala pa pong tao dito eh…tawag na lang po kayo uli. Waaaaaah!
ACE: Tsk Tsk Tsk. Don't tell me it isn't over yet?
ME: It isn't! I called after an hour. I told myself "Siguro naman may tao na ng oras na yon!" And I got…"Ay wala pa po yung in charge diyan…nasa bangko po…tawag po kayo mga after lunch…Okay fine!
ACE: (Yawning)
ME: About 2:30 PM, I called again. I asked the operator to connect me to the *BLEEP* division. Later the operator said: "Busy po yung local eh. I asked her for the local number so I won't have to pass thru the operator again…
ACE: Zzzzzz! Haa…e…hehehe!
ME: Armed with the local number the operator gave me, I called the agency again. When I asked: "Dito po ba yung *BLEEP* division. The lady who answered said: Ay hindi po…wait lang po…and she connected me to the (Wow! The operator knows the local numbers very well!)…and to make the story short, I finally talked to someone from that division!
ACE: Hay naku, hinigal ako sa kwento mo! Tapos?
ME: I asked her candidly "Ma'am, pwede po bang mag tanong tungkol sa *BLEEP* She answered: "Ay yan po ay para sa….Blah blah blah…(things that are already part of the press release I got when I covered the launching of the project). Then I asked: A…e…Ma'am, kung free po yan, saan po kaya kukuha ng pondo para sa maintenance?
ACE: Wowowee! Tough one huh? What did she say?
ME: She said very sweetly: "Ay sir… sa Advocacy po kayo para masagot yan…
Aaaarrgh! (It seems they're afraid of money matters isn't it?) After that the usual followed…dial…ring…operator…ring again…and finally I reached the Advocay Hooray!
ACE: O, anong sinabi?
ME: "Ay sir, wala pong tao ngayon ditto, Monday to Thursday lang po ang opisina naming (Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat???!!!)
ACE: Tsk Tsk!
ME: The NGOs are more accessible. Although most of the are not aware of the project. But at least they are very friendly…well some. Yung iba, okay lang.
ACE: What's okay lang? Aspiring journalist pa naman ito, hindi specific!
ME: Tama na! The entry is long already. At least I got some views. And definitely, Disgruntling days like this won't discourage my dream of being a journalist. Mangungulit uli ako bukas at sa mga susunod pang araw! Well, Boss Dennis gave me a deadline—May 3, so I can include the story in the OFWJC packet. But I am ordering myself to finish it by April 27. I will submit it to Mr. Santiago then he will forward it to Mr. Estopace. Yeba!
ACE: Asooh, Why that early? What is your objective?
ME: Well first, that's part of my self-discipline. Second. I do not want to experience cramming. It produces substandard work and nervous breakdown. Third, It serves as allowance if ever Sir Dennis or Sir Leo wants some revisions. At least I can still catch up. Lastly, I do not want to see others suffer or worry because of my inefficiency or my complacency. I already experienced that in the past…it's embarrassing. I already suffered also due to others' neglect. I do not want it to happen again. I hate pasaways.
ACE: Naks! Naiiyak na ako! Hehehe!
ME: Well, the thought of getting published makes me excited too. A Chinese once said that there are three ways to achieve immortality: plant a tree, have a son and write (or get published I suppose). I think seeing his by line is every cub reporter's fantasy
ACE: Sige na nga. Want to say more?
ME: Lastly, I AM EXTENDING MY INDULGENCES TO MR. SANTIAGO AND MR. ESTOPACE. I pestered them today with several questions as regards my deadline and my articles. Anyway, I am promising them that I will do well so I deserve to take some of their time. Again, sorry for my kakulitan. Thanks for your patience Sirs.
ACE: Ayan, Masyado ka kasing atat!
ME: But I am still imposing my deadline to myself. APRIL 27. I should be able to finish the article on that day…and I should have submitted it to Mr. Santiago by April 28. Remember that!
ACE: Fine. So I think you must stop talking to me now…As I said, people talk to themselves when they're in dilemma, trouble or when worried. You must not do it frequently. Stop worrying too much. Relax. Unwind. Take it easy and enjoy your training. Okay?
ME: I am enjoying it. Okay. Thanks. Goodbye.
(The aspiring journalist does not know when he will converse with himself again. But he is very sure…he will.)
Ace's Entry: Long Session, Short Entry
Ace's Entry
LONG SESSION, SHORT ENTRY
19 April 2005 Saturday
I attended the session "The National Territory: UNCLOS or Treaty of Paris" at UP Diliman, Quezon City with Mr. Leo Santiago. (He will cover this to serve as the headline of the May issue of "Buhay Marino.") The session started at 8:30 AM and ended at 5:30 PM. Quite longer than my previous assignments isn't it? But don't worry. This entry would be shorter than the other two. Ironic. That length of time in a shorter entry? Yes. Because I believe that one must not write extensivlely about something he does not know sufficiently. And I'm not a historian. (Although that's one of my fantasies). Second, I am sure you won't want to read these topics in a blog…or I'll bore you to tears.
Well basically, the round table discussion is about the discrepancy or inconsistency between the Treaty of Paris and the UN Convention on the Laws of the Seas. The seminar featured talks from experts that discussed concepts like baseline, continental shelf, archipelagic principle, national security, and some territories that the Philippines has lost or is currently claiming (though abandoned by Congress…and that afternoon, the Congress is the most bugbog sarado in the government).
Speakers were Prof. Merlin Magallona, (UP COL professor), Justice Jorge Coquia (Former Justice of the Court of Appeals), Dr. Teodoro Santos (former Director of UP's institute on Geology), Ret. Commodore Renato Feir , Ret. BGen Samuel Soriano and Prof. Harry Roque, (Director, UP International Legal Studies). (Ang titindi di ba?). Guests include Cong. Satur Ocampo, representatives of other congressmen, (including that of former VP Guingona's son…my seatmate), representatives of government agencies, Law professors, Marine experts and scholars. The room has 2 long tables and 2 shorter ones joined to form a rectangular shape…and we were seated around these. It's like what we see in TV during a senate investigation (sans the microphones). As I looked around I noticed that I was the youngest person who attended the discussion…and most of the people there are experts...and then there I was seated with them! (Wow…parang ka-level ko sila!)
I must confess the sight and the topics gave me the impression that it would be a very boring afternoon…It's like trapping myself trapped in a classroom where Prof. *BLEEP* or Prof. *BLEEP* is lecturing…and I was anticipating that the whole event is six times the lecture of Prof. *BLEEP*! Aaaaaaah!
But in fairness, they were not as boring as I expected. (perhaps because I have interest in history). The lectures were informative and sometimes even comical. (Although I caught some persons drowsing during the lectures). I also noticed some occasional laughing during the course of the lecture (although I cannot relate with that. Perhaps that's what they call "scholarly humor"). I took notes for my archives. (Mr. Santiago might need more details for his article. I would be very happy to supply them to him. Hehehe). It's what I call studying during vacation!
As usual, there was the lunch and some breaks in between sessions. That was the opportunity for me and Mr. Santiago to loosen up and talk about lighter topics like some Marine issues, the entertainment section of the Buhay Marino magazines, my hairstyle, and even love. ("Wala ka bang girlfriend…Huwag ganoon…isa yan sa mga challenges ng buhay" I remember my mentor saying.) Curiously, I heard some of the topics discussed by other participants…and wow! Even in breaks they are talking about the political implications of the discrepancies in national territory! (Perhaps they have a different notion of the word "break"). But overall, I found the delegates intelligent, critical and attentive.
But unfortunately, these intelligent individuals can't voice out their concerns because the Congress often don't pay attention to important issues such as this. "There seem to be hesitation on their part", to quote Bgen. Soriano.
During one of the breaks, I called the office of Cong. Zialcita (via payphone) to notify them that Mr. Santiago cannot attend the hearing on Zialcita's expose (Mr. Santiago said it's about the excess tariffs charged to goods at the expense of
consumers) and that I am coming in his behalf. But the man on the other line said it was postponed indefinitely. When I told Mr. Santiago this, he said he will just notify me of the next events that we will cover. He told me to finish my newspaper articles and to develop further the concepts of the stories I am planning to submit to the OFW Journalism Consortium. (He gave me a deadline: Thursday, April 21, 2005). Indeed, these are the wise things to do while there are no events to cover.
Before I end, here are some fast facts about the roundtable discussion
PHRASE OF THE DAY: "We are not in the position to address that" (by representatives of government agencies whenever the issue about the negligence of the Congress to address the RP territory problem was brought up)
MOST USED WORDS OF THE DAY: territory, treaty, baseline, constitution
FOOD OF THE DAY: Ensaymada
MISTAKE OF THE DAY: getting what I thought is pork chop during lunch only to find out that it is made of fish. (Sorry. I'm not fond of seafoods).
ADDRESS OF THE DAY: Compaòero/Comaòera
HOT OBJECTS OF THE DAY: Microphone, hand outs prepared by speakers
BESTSELLER OF THE DAY: Prof. Merlin Magallona's book on International Law
(I saw many participants buying it after his lecture!)
DISCOVERY OF THE DAY: Close pala si Mr. Santiago at si Satur Ocampo. Si Satur pa ang bumati sa kanya!
I look forward to the next event.
LONG SESSION, SHORT ENTRY
19 April 2005 Saturday
I attended the session "The National Territory: UNCLOS or Treaty of Paris" at UP Diliman, Quezon City with Mr. Leo Santiago. (He will cover this to serve as the headline of the May issue of "Buhay Marino.") The session started at 8:30 AM and ended at 5:30 PM. Quite longer than my previous assignments isn't it? But don't worry. This entry would be shorter than the other two. Ironic. That length of time in a shorter entry? Yes. Because I believe that one must not write extensivlely about something he does not know sufficiently. And I'm not a historian. (Although that's one of my fantasies). Second, I am sure you won't want to read these topics in a blog…or I'll bore you to tears.
Well basically, the round table discussion is about the discrepancy or inconsistency between the Treaty of Paris and the UN Convention on the Laws of the Seas. The seminar featured talks from experts that discussed concepts like baseline, continental shelf, archipelagic principle, national security, and some territories that the Philippines has lost or is currently claiming (though abandoned by Congress…and that afternoon, the Congress is the most bugbog sarado in the government).
Speakers were Prof. Merlin Magallona, (UP COL professor), Justice Jorge Coquia (Former Justice of the Court of Appeals), Dr. Teodoro Santos (former Director of UP's institute on Geology), Ret. Commodore Renato Feir , Ret. BGen Samuel Soriano and Prof. Harry Roque, (Director, UP International Legal Studies). (Ang titindi di ba?). Guests include Cong. Satur Ocampo, representatives of other congressmen, (including that of former VP Guingona's son…my seatmate), representatives of government agencies, Law professors, Marine experts and scholars. The room has 2 long tables and 2 shorter ones joined to form a rectangular shape…and we were seated around these. It's like what we see in TV during a senate investigation (sans the microphones). As I looked around I noticed that I was the youngest person who attended the discussion…and most of the people there are experts...and then there I was seated with them! (Wow…parang ka-level ko sila!)
I must confess the sight and the topics gave me the impression that it would be a very boring afternoon…It's like trapping myself trapped in a classroom where Prof. *BLEEP* or Prof. *BLEEP* is lecturing…and I was anticipating that the whole event is six times the lecture of Prof. *BLEEP*! Aaaaaaah!
But in fairness, they were not as boring as I expected. (perhaps because I have interest in history). The lectures were informative and sometimes even comical. (Although I caught some persons drowsing during the lectures). I also noticed some occasional laughing during the course of the lecture (although I cannot relate with that. Perhaps that's what they call "scholarly humor"). I took notes for my archives. (Mr. Santiago might need more details for his article. I would be very happy to supply them to him. Hehehe). It's what I call studying during vacation!
As usual, there was the lunch and some breaks in between sessions. That was the opportunity for me and Mr. Santiago to loosen up and talk about lighter topics like some Marine issues, the entertainment section of the Buhay Marino magazines, my hairstyle, and even love. ("Wala ka bang girlfriend…Huwag ganoon…isa yan sa mga challenges ng buhay" I remember my mentor saying.) Curiously, I heard some of the topics discussed by other participants…and wow! Even in breaks they are talking about the political implications of the discrepancies in national territory! (Perhaps they have a different notion of the word "break"). But overall, I found the delegates intelligent, critical and attentive.
But unfortunately, these intelligent individuals can't voice out their concerns because the Congress often don't pay attention to important issues such as this. "There seem to be hesitation on their part", to quote Bgen. Soriano.
During one of the breaks, I called the office of Cong. Zialcita (via payphone) to notify them that Mr. Santiago cannot attend the hearing on Zialcita's expose (Mr. Santiago said it's about the excess tariffs charged to goods at the expense of
consumers) and that I am coming in his behalf. But the man on the other line said it was postponed indefinitely. When I told Mr. Santiago this, he said he will just notify me of the next events that we will cover. He told me to finish my newspaper articles and to develop further the concepts of the stories I am planning to submit to the OFW Journalism Consortium. (He gave me a deadline: Thursday, April 21, 2005). Indeed, these are the wise things to do while there are no events to cover.
Before I end, here are some fast facts about the roundtable discussion
PHRASE OF THE DAY: "We are not in the position to address that" (by representatives of government agencies whenever the issue about the negligence of the Congress to address the RP territory problem was brought up)
MOST USED WORDS OF THE DAY: territory, treaty, baseline, constitution
FOOD OF THE DAY: Ensaymada
MISTAKE OF THE DAY: getting what I thought is pork chop during lunch only to find out that it is made of fish. (Sorry. I'm not fond of seafoods).
ADDRESS OF THE DAY: Compaòero/Comaòera
HOT OBJECTS OF THE DAY: Microphone, hand outs prepared by speakers
BESTSELLER OF THE DAY: Prof. Merlin Magallona's book on International Law
(I saw many participants buying it after his lecture!)
DISCOVERY OF THE DAY: Close pala si Mr. Santiago at si Satur Ocampo. Si Satur pa ang bumati sa kanya!
I look forward to the next event.
Ace's Entry: Of Motherhood, Food, and Media Rush
Ace's Entry
OF MOTHERHOOD, FOOD, AND MEDIA RUSH
19 April 2005, Saturday
Now I know why the media experts keep on yelling the concept of "Media Ethics" on textbooks, forums or documentaries. Now I know why some newspapers and news programs like *BLEEP,* *BLEEP* and *BLEEP* fail to report substantially on certain issues. Now I know why some reporters hesitate to deliver some truthful (yet stinging) facts…Why do I know? Because despite my limited experience and my status as trainee, I am proud to say that "I've been there." And why do some media firms hesitate to report substantially or set aside press ethics? Read on.
SCENARIO NO.1
Despite the transport strike, I arrived at OWWA ten minutes earlier than the designated time, which is 11 AM. As I entered the premises, the guard asked me where I was going. I told him that I will attend the press conference on the launching of "Halfway Home" and the OWWA-Microsoft IT Center (see my articles for the details.).
"Pero sir, wala po kayo dito" the guard said referring to the list of people invited for the event. I saw the list…its filled with names of press people and the media company they are in…and oh! I was not there! But I saw the item "Leonillo Santiago – Buhay Marino" so I said "Ah…eh, (quite timidly), kasama po ako nito (pointing to my mentor's name). Trainee niya po ako para sa OFW Journalism Consortium." Upon hearing the last three words, the guard said "Sandali lang po sir…(and he approached a lady who seems to be their supervisor) Ma'am wala po siya sa listahan pero kasama daw po ng taga-media." The lady smiled and said: "Ah, ganon ba, sige pasok ka. Sa second floor yung presscon" and she gave me an OWWA folder containing the press release for the events.
No sweat. That's what I call hospitality. The guard even offered to accompany me to the venue but I politely declined.
SCENARIO NO. 2
As I reached the room, I was alone. I was the earliest to arrive. Yehey! I now hold the distinction as "the first journalist ever to step on the OWWA Halfway Home" (Duh, how significant!) Fortunately, I was not bored since there are newspapers and magazines to keep me company.
Later on a photojournalist from Kabayan newspaper arrived (I can't believe it! This is the real thing! I'm now with the journalists!). Then a man in barong asked the Kabayan photographer to fill up the log sheet. Then he asked me to do the same. The sheet asks for my name and the company I am working on. Of course I wrote my name and under the company column, I wrote (in my usual large cursive) "OFW Journalism Consortium/Buhay Marino". The man smiled and said: "Ah, sa Buhay Marino ka, yung dyaryo ng Marino? Ayos yan!" (I wonder why he did not mention the OFWJC). Out of courtesy, I smiled back. The guy is really cheerful and accommodating.
SCENARIO NO. 3
After the arrival of VIPs like DOLE Secretary Patricia Santo Tomas and OWWA Administrator Marianito Roque, brief prayers led by the parish priest of Our Lady of Sorrows were recited. The blessing of the facilities followed. (We even have to go upstairs since the IT center is located at the tenth floor).
After the religious ceremonies, the members of the press were invited to join the fellowship lunch prepared for them upstairs. Perhaps the media people were beating some deadline or they were too hungry that there was a rush for elevators. As I entered the elevator, I realized that my mentor was left behind! (Shame shame shame on me). As I reached the floor that leads to the dining room, I decided to wait for Mr. Santiago who also used the elevator. (you may call this "pambawi" if you want to)
Near the entrance of the dining area, a lady is inviting the press people to come to the dining area. Friendly…approachable…hospitable…perhaps these words are appropriate to her. When she saw me standing near the elevator, she said (with a smile): "Sir halina kayo, huwag po kayong mahihiya. Kain po…" I said "Sige po hinihintay ko lang po ang mentor ko." She smiled again and continued to entertain the media men who are about to enter the dining area.
SCENARIO NO. 4
Ah! Those TV people! They, along with the print media men, flocked the presidential table where Secretary Santo Tomas, Administrator Roque and Undersecretary Brillantes were seated. But they are more visible because of their cameras, microphone and wires. (as compared to the print peoples' small recorders, pen, mini notebooks and papers.) Well, in order to get the feel of a press conference and upon the advice of Mr. Santiago, I joined the other media men.
My professor in Newspaper Management and Practice Prof. Jeremaiah Opiniano once told the class "Kapag nasa field na kayo, huwag kayong pasisindak." I beg thy indulgences, Sir Jere; I failed to follow thy advice. But just like any cub reporter, I was intimidated by the other media people (and I think even my co intern Kassey felt the same).The old players were really aggressive, persistent and assertive. It seems that there is a "pakapalan ng mukha" or "palakasan ng arrival" contest so that the sources would acknowledge them. The scene went like this:
ME: (gathering courage and murmuring to myself) C'mon, ask the question…they might leave and your story is dead. Ask Ambassador Roque now! (then softly) S…S….Sir…
TV REPORTER 1: (loudly) Secretary, has DOLE identified the Filipinos hurt in Iraq ? (Take note: the question is not even related to the projects lauched!)
(Santo Tomas answers the question)
ME: (to myself again)Okay, it's my turn. (trying to speak) A…e…
TV REPORTER 2: (louder than the first one). Ma'am, Sir, how about the status of Roberto Tarongoy? Is he still alive?
(Santo Tomas and Roque answers)
ME: (still, to myself): Duh! Ask! What are you waiting for?? (very softly to Mr. Roque) S…Sir…ah…what…
CAMERAMAN: (setting the wires and gadgets) A., excuse me! (to me)
(After giving way to him, another TV reporter uses his loud voice to address the question and it took a lot of minutes before I ended pushing and lambasting myself. When I finally had the strength to ask my first question, few media men were left and the TV media already left. Why they immediately left, I really do not know.)
Poor officials! The media did not even allow them to sip even for once their soup before asking questions. But what is amazing is that they rarely complain despite the media rush. (So noticeable was the rush that Secretary Santo Tomas later on yelled in the room : "SOMEBODY LEFT HIS RECODER…RECORDER HERE!"
SCENARIO NO. 5
As I finished my food – roast beef, chicken strips (which I won't recognize if I was born blind), Fettuccini, pandan salad and Coke, I immediately browsed my press release. (Oh, this is similar to the paper we jumble, edit, and reedit in our news writing classes). Well, except for some glitches in typing, the press release was filled with important facts related to the event.
But, oh, wait, mother of mothers! Look…look…look at the quotes! Our UST professors are right when they said that reporters must not rely on press conferences unless we want our article to be bombarded with tons and tons of motherhood statements (well, for those who do not know, these are statements that do not say anything, something stated for the sake of saying something. But why the term? ). Here's a taste of useless quotes:
"This Halfway Home may be modest but it's safe and homey"
"We appreciate Microsoft's effort of expanding its program of reducing the global technology divide"
"Our mission-vision is that…to help the Filipinos. That's really our focus."
Thank God, administrator Roque, Director dela Fuente and Microsoft PR manager Laurie Moreno agreed to join our table after the lunch. (Again, with smiling faces, accommodating attitudes, welcoming gestures and a few more motherhoods). At least we can ask questions not covered in the press release.
FINALLY…AN ASSESSMENT
I cannot say anything negative about the way OWWA welcomed and entertained us, the reporters. The members of the staff and the officers are indeed hospitable and approachable. Kudos to them. But the media must not be swayed by these gestures and flatteries. It's not bad to appreciate them but not to the extent that these cloud their perspective and their story angle. Many reporters have the tendency to shun alternative angles out of gratitude to them (or indolence?). They merely report press releases, and forget to explore other details that may provide substance to their story. As a result, we frequently read he-said-she-said type of stories which failed to relate to the ordinary Pinoy's context. (Okay, I admit, I almost got swayed. But the beef roast and the pandan salad would make one wish for more similar events in OWWA! Promise!) In this case, journalists must learn how to draw a line between appreciation and legwork.
But one question bothered me. Supposed I was not part of the reporters covering the event…just one of the many persons asking assistance for an OFW relative…would I receive the same treatment from the OWWA staff? I just hope these agencies also extend the same, nice treatment to our kababayans who need their help, those who are unarmed with press IDs, microphones, or cameras but filled with hopes and desires to realize a dream for their family and friends. May God bless the agencies which have genuine concern and hospitality to people who hold not the might of the pen and the men who possess not the power of the air waves.
OF MOTHERHOOD, FOOD, AND MEDIA RUSH
19 April 2005, Saturday
Now I know why the media experts keep on yelling the concept of "Media Ethics" on textbooks, forums or documentaries. Now I know why some newspapers and news programs like *BLEEP,* *BLEEP* and *BLEEP* fail to report substantially on certain issues. Now I know why some reporters hesitate to deliver some truthful (yet stinging) facts…Why do I know? Because despite my limited experience and my status as trainee, I am proud to say that "I've been there." And why do some media firms hesitate to report substantially or set aside press ethics? Read on.
SCENARIO NO.1
Despite the transport strike, I arrived at OWWA ten minutes earlier than the designated time, which is 11 AM. As I entered the premises, the guard asked me where I was going. I told him that I will attend the press conference on the launching of "Halfway Home" and the OWWA-Microsoft IT Center (see my articles for the details.).
"Pero sir, wala po kayo dito" the guard said referring to the list of people invited for the event. I saw the list…its filled with names of press people and the media company they are in…and oh! I was not there! But I saw the item "Leonillo Santiago – Buhay Marino" so I said "Ah…eh, (quite timidly), kasama po ako nito (pointing to my mentor's name). Trainee niya po ako para sa OFW Journalism Consortium." Upon hearing the last three words, the guard said "Sandali lang po sir…(and he approached a lady who seems to be their supervisor) Ma'am wala po siya sa listahan pero kasama daw po ng taga-media." The lady smiled and said: "Ah, ganon ba, sige pasok ka. Sa second floor yung presscon" and she gave me an OWWA folder containing the press release for the events.
No sweat. That's what I call hospitality. The guard even offered to accompany me to the venue but I politely declined.
SCENARIO NO. 2
As I reached the room, I was alone. I was the earliest to arrive. Yehey! I now hold the distinction as "the first journalist ever to step on the OWWA Halfway Home" (Duh, how significant!) Fortunately, I was not bored since there are newspapers and magazines to keep me company.
Later on a photojournalist from Kabayan newspaper arrived (I can't believe it! This is the real thing! I'm now with the journalists!). Then a man in barong asked the Kabayan photographer to fill up the log sheet. Then he asked me to do the same. The sheet asks for my name and the company I am working on. Of course I wrote my name and under the company column, I wrote (in my usual large cursive) "OFW Journalism Consortium/Buhay Marino". The man smiled and said: "Ah, sa Buhay Marino ka, yung dyaryo ng Marino? Ayos yan!" (I wonder why he did not mention the OFWJC). Out of courtesy, I smiled back. The guy is really cheerful and accommodating.
SCENARIO NO. 3
After the arrival of VIPs like DOLE Secretary Patricia Santo Tomas and OWWA Administrator Marianito Roque, brief prayers led by the parish priest of Our Lady of Sorrows were recited. The blessing of the facilities followed. (We even have to go upstairs since the IT center is located at the tenth floor).
After the religious ceremonies, the members of the press were invited to join the fellowship lunch prepared for them upstairs. Perhaps the media people were beating some deadline or they were too hungry that there was a rush for elevators. As I entered the elevator, I realized that my mentor was left behind! (Shame shame shame on me). As I reached the floor that leads to the dining room, I decided to wait for Mr. Santiago who also used the elevator. (you may call this "pambawi" if you want to)
Near the entrance of the dining area, a lady is inviting the press people to come to the dining area. Friendly…approachable…hospitable…perhaps these words are appropriate to her. When she saw me standing near the elevator, she said (with a smile): "Sir halina kayo, huwag po kayong mahihiya. Kain po…" I said "Sige po hinihintay ko lang po ang mentor ko." She smiled again and continued to entertain the media men who are about to enter the dining area.
SCENARIO NO. 4
Ah! Those TV people! They, along with the print media men, flocked the presidential table where Secretary Santo Tomas, Administrator Roque and Undersecretary Brillantes were seated. But they are more visible because of their cameras, microphone and wires. (as compared to the print peoples' small recorders, pen, mini notebooks and papers.) Well, in order to get the feel of a press conference and upon the advice of Mr. Santiago, I joined the other media men.
My professor in Newspaper Management and Practice Prof. Jeremaiah Opiniano once told the class "Kapag nasa field na kayo, huwag kayong pasisindak." I beg thy indulgences, Sir Jere; I failed to follow thy advice. But just like any cub reporter, I was intimidated by the other media people (and I think even my co intern Kassey felt the same).The old players were really aggressive, persistent and assertive. It seems that there is a "pakapalan ng mukha" or "palakasan ng arrival" contest so that the sources would acknowledge them. The scene went like this:
ME: (gathering courage and murmuring to myself) C'mon, ask the question…they might leave and your story is dead. Ask Ambassador Roque now! (then softly) S…S….Sir…
TV REPORTER 1: (loudly) Secretary, has DOLE identified the Filipinos hurt in Iraq ? (Take note: the question is not even related to the projects lauched!)
(Santo Tomas answers the question)
ME: (to myself again)Okay, it's my turn. (trying to speak) A…e…
TV REPORTER 2: (louder than the first one). Ma'am, Sir, how about the status of Roberto Tarongoy? Is he still alive?
(Santo Tomas and Roque answers)
ME: (still, to myself): Duh! Ask! What are you waiting for?? (very softly to Mr. Roque) S…Sir…ah…what…
CAMERAMAN: (setting the wires and gadgets) A., excuse me! (to me)
(After giving way to him, another TV reporter uses his loud voice to address the question and it took a lot of minutes before I ended pushing and lambasting myself. When I finally had the strength to ask my first question, few media men were left and the TV media already left. Why they immediately left, I really do not know.)
Poor officials! The media did not even allow them to sip even for once their soup before asking questions. But what is amazing is that they rarely complain despite the media rush. (So noticeable was the rush that Secretary Santo Tomas later on yelled in the room : "SOMEBODY LEFT HIS RECODER…RECORDER HERE!"
SCENARIO NO. 5
As I finished my food – roast beef, chicken strips (which I won't recognize if I was born blind), Fettuccini, pandan salad and Coke, I immediately browsed my press release. (Oh, this is similar to the paper we jumble, edit, and reedit in our news writing classes). Well, except for some glitches in typing, the press release was filled with important facts related to the event.
But, oh, wait, mother of mothers! Look…look…look at the quotes! Our UST professors are right when they said that reporters must not rely on press conferences unless we want our article to be bombarded with tons and tons of motherhood statements (well, for those who do not know, these are statements that do not say anything, something stated for the sake of saying something. But why the term? ). Here's a taste of useless quotes:
"This Halfway Home may be modest but it's safe and homey"
"We appreciate Microsoft's effort of expanding its program of reducing the global technology divide"
"Our mission-vision is that…to help the Filipinos. That's really our focus."
Thank God, administrator Roque, Director dela Fuente and Microsoft PR manager Laurie Moreno agreed to join our table after the lunch. (Again, with smiling faces, accommodating attitudes, welcoming gestures and a few more motherhoods). At least we can ask questions not covered in the press release.
FINALLY…AN ASSESSMENT
I cannot say anything negative about the way OWWA welcomed and entertained us, the reporters. The members of the staff and the officers are indeed hospitable and approachable. Kudos to them. But the media must not be swayed by these gestures and flatteries. It's not bad to appreciate them but not to the extent that these cloud their perspective and their story angle. Many reporters have the tendency to shun alternative angles out of gratitude to them (or indolence?). They merely report press releases, and forget to explore other details that may provide substance to their story. As a result, we frequently read he-said-she-said type of stories which failed to relate to the ordinary Pinoy's context. (Okay, I admit, I almost got swayed. But the beef roast and the pandan salad would make one wish for more similar events in OWWA! Promise!) In this case, journalists must learn how to draw a line between appreciation and legwork.
But one question bothered me. Supposed I was not part of the reporters covering the event…just one of the many persons asking assistance for an OFW relative…would I receive the same treatment from the OWWA staff? I just hope these agencies also extend the same, nice treatment to our kababayans who need their help, those who are unarmed with press IDs, microphones, or cameras but filled with hopes and desires to realize a dream for their family and friends. May God bless the agencies which have genuine concern and hospitality to people who hold not the might of the pen and the men who possess not the power of the air waves.
Ace's Entry: The Unofficial First
Ace's Entry
THE UNOFFICIAL FIRST
17 April 2005, Saturday
(UNA PA LANG, ANG HABA NA! I extend my apologies to the readers of this entry. I am quite overwhelmed by this day since I consider this as my first training day. This entry is indeed long. But anyway, I think I have the right to write my sentiments, after all, this is supposed to be my diary. Thanks.)
Whoa! You're reading it right. No typo errors whatsoever. My training was supposed to start Monday, April 19. But my mentor, Mr. Leo Santiago, asked me to visit him in his radio program about the Filipino seafarers, 9:00 AM. Where? Ortigas…and I live in Sampaloc!
Well, anyway, this is an experience, I thought. Now I can go beyond the usual surroundings of our streets or the portals of the Royal Pontifical Catholic University…indeed, an edge! There I was, beginning to feel the media world while the other OFWJC trainees (I supposed) were just at home, waiting for (or maybe nervous about) Monday. And with assignment, I felt like working for three media firms: the OFW Journalism Consortium, Buhay Marino Newspaper and DZAR Buhay Marino! Holistic isn't it? Big time!
Two days before, Mr. Santiago gave me the complete address—Jollibee Center, Emerald Avenue, Ortigas, near Robinson's. But honestly, I am quite anxious…I rarely go to Ortigas, the place stereotyped as the haven of "coòos", the supposed meeting place of elites and trying-to-be-elites and…ehem, home of the almost archetypical mall snake. But as I was in the FX I did not mind the thought of getting lost…or any thought for that matter. How can one think in a space that only lacks tomato sauce to be mistaken for a sardine can? No wonder sardines are cruelly given the title "Isdang Tanga"
So much for the travel. After crossing streets, walking, looking at tall buildings to serve as landmarks (like the typical promdi in Filipino films), and asking three people about Jollibee plaza, (I confess, I was expecting a building with a statue of a red, fat, smiling bee!) I found the building, went to the elevator and pressed button '30.'
The room of the radio station is cold but overall, it was very presentable. There are sofas that face the booth, where radio announcers stay. In the booth I saw Mr. Santiago together with broadcaster Jimmy Mendoza and C/Mate Rene Sangalang. I saw them holding tabloids and broadsheets while giving their views on certain Marine issues. I can't really hear clearly the conversations since there is a glass that separates the booth from the outside. But I am sure I heard something about employment opportunities, some government policies and greetings. Perhaps the most remarkable observation I had is the unconventional yet enthusiastic-filled style of the three announcers. Before they pause for the commercial break, one will say "Magbabalik po ang…" (and they'll shout in unison) BUHAY MARINO! Yeba! That's what I call energy!
During the station break, Mr. Santiago gave me two issues of Buhay Marino newspaper. He introduced me to two Marine Engineering trainees from FEATI. (whose names I cannot recall.) He told me to observe things.
After the usual "hi-I'm-this-and-that" scenario, I had good (well, for me they are good. Just read on to get what I mean) conversations with them. We talked about their subjects, the curriculum, their training, the school facilities, and the importance of writing and language. (See? You're raising eyebrows…I told you. Now you know why I said they're GOOD FOR ME…not necessarily for you). But I felt a little uneasy during the initial parts of our interaction. I was sitting comfortably in the sofa, reading the Buhay Marino while they were looking at my newspaper standing. I asked them "Ayaw niyo bang maupo?" They answered "Bawal, baka pagalitan kami." They added that it is part of their discipline. They must be ready for orders. Okay, fine. So I decided to stand if I am going to speak to them to avoid uneasy feelings. (Silly me! I failed to get their contact numbers. They are potential sources!)
It was 10:15 AM, fifteen minutes before the end of the Buhay Marino program when Mr. Santiago showed me a gesture, as if bidding me to come closer. I was not sure if it was me but when he repeated it, I knew it's for me so I went inside the booth. To my surprise, he said "Pababatiin namin kayo" Hah…What will I say? How? What? When? Where? (Ang OA ko naman! But this reminded me of my kulitan with my now co-trainee Karlo…every time we have nothing to do, we often joke about the nonsense topic "Balang araw ay lilitaw ako sa TV." DZAR of course is not TV but I texted Karlo before I left the station to "brag" about the experience: "Bwahahaha Lumitaw na ako sa Radyo!").
After talking about my father, his position in the ship and his company on air, Mr. Santiago said on air that I will write for Buhay Marino newspaper. Mr. Sanggalang asked me: "Ano ang kurso mo?" I replied: "Journalism po sa University of Santo Tomas. Kasalukuyan po akong trainee ng OFW Journalism Consortium" He then said: "E di magiging kasama ka dito sa Buhay Marino? " I answered: "Opo, magiging bahagi po ako dito" (Naks! Feeling!)
I don't know but after that, I felt I had a boosted morale. I don't know if it's about pride as a Thomasian, or pride as a Journalism student or pride as part of OFWJC. But definitely my spirits were high that morning…
As the program ended, the three anchors said their farewell pieces,culminating on the energy-filled "BUHAY MARINO!" (this time, together with the two trainees who shouted to blend their voices with the three announcers…and fortunately, their strict mentor did not notice it!)
Before I left the building, my mentor and I talked about the possible topics of the story I will write. I came up with tentative topics namely the curriculum of Marine Engineering schools, training of potential seafarers, and the declining enrollment of Marine Engineering students. But again, they are subject to change. Mr. Santiago also reminded me of the event to be held on Monday at OWWA. I shall cover the launching of Halfway Home and IT Center for Buhay marino (and possibly, OFJC.) But I shall not elaborate these projects in this entry anymore. (I bet you are thinking of the words "At last!" or "Hay Salamat"). The details of the next work are clear: 11:00 AM, OWWA Building , Buendia in Pasay City .
P.S. I did not receive any reply from Karlo. I think he is worried about the idea of seeing me in TV after I was heard on radio. Hehehe! Joke! = )
THE UNOFFICIAL FIRST
17 April 2005, Saturday
(UNA PA LANG, ANG HABA NA! I extend my apologies to the readers of this entry. I am quite overwhelmed by this day since I consider this as my first training day. This entry is indeed long. But anyway, I think I have the right to write my sentiments, after all, this is supposed to be my diary. Thanks.)
Whoa! You're reading it right. No typo errors whatsoever. My training was supposed to start Monday, April 19. But my mentor, Mr. Leo Santiago, asked me to visit him in his radio program about the Filipino seafarers, 9:00 AM. Where? Ortigas…and I live in Sampaloc!
Well, anyway, this is an experience, I thought. Now I can go beyond the usual surroundings of our streets or the portals of the Royal Pontifical Catholic University…indeed, an edge! There I was, beginning to feel the media world while the other OFWJC trainees (I supposed) were just at home, waiting for (or maybe nervous about) Monday. And with assignment, I felt like working for three media firms: the OFW Journalism Consortium, Buhay Marino Newspaper and DZAR Buhay Marino! Holistic isn't it? Big time!
Two days before, Mr. Santiago gave me the complete address—Jollibee Center, Emerald Avenue, Ortigas, near Robinson's. But honestly, I am quite anxious…I rarely go to Ortigas, the place stereotyped as the haven of "coòos", the supposed meeting place of elites and trying-to-be-elites and…ehem, home of the almost archetypical mall snake. But as I was in the FX I did not mind the thought of getting lost…or any thought for that matter. How can one think in a space that only lacks tomato sauce to be mistaken for a sardine can? No wonder sardines are cruelly given the title "Isdang Tanga"
So much for the travel. After crossing streets, walking, looking at tall buildings to serve as landmarks (like the typical promdi in Filipino films), and asking three people about Jollibee plaza, (I confess, I was expecting a building with a statue of a red, fat, smiling bee!) I found the building, went to the elevator and pressed button '30.'
The room of the radio station is cold but overall, it was very presentable. There are sofas that face the booth, where radio announcers stay. In the booth I saw Mr. Santiago together with broadcaster Jimmy Mendoza and C/Mate Rene Sangalang. I saw them holding tabloids and broadsheets while giving their views on certain Marine issues. I can't really hear clearly the conversations since there is a glass that separates the booth from the outside. But I am sure I heard something about employment opportunities, some government policies and greetings. Perhaps the most remarkable observation I had is the unconventional yet enthusiastic-filled style of the three announcers. Before they pause for the commercial break, one will say "Magbabalik po ang…" (and they'll shout in unison) BUHAY MARINO! Yeba! That's what I call energy!
During the station break, Mr. Santiago gave me two issues of Buhay Marino newspaper. He introduced me to two Marine Engineering trainees from FEATI. (whose names I cannot recall.) He told me to observe things.
After the usual "hi-I'm-this-and-that" scenario, I had good (well, for me they are good. Just read on to get what I mean) conversations with them. We talked about their subjects, the curriculum, their training, the school facilities, and the importance of writing and language. (See? You're raising eyebrows…I told you. Now you know why I said they're GOOD FOR ME…not necessarily for you). But I felt a little uneasy during the initial parts of our interaction. I was sitting comfortably in the sofa, reading the Buhay Marino while they were looking at my newspaper standing. I asked them "Ayaw niyo bang maupo?" They answered "Bawal, baka pagalitan kami." They added that it is part of their discipline. They must be ready for orders. Okay, fine. So I decided to stand if I am going to speak to them to avoid uneasy feelings. (Silly me! I failed to get their contact numbers. They are potential sources!)
It was 10:15 AM, fifteen minutes before the end of the Buhay Marino program when Mr. Santiago showed me a gesture, as if bidding me to come closer. I was not sure if it was me but when he repeated it, I knew it's for me so I went inside the booth. To my surprise, he said "Pababatiin namin kayo" Hah…What will I say? How? What? When? Where? (Ang OA ko naman! But this reminded me of my kulitan with my now co-trainee Karlo…every time we have nothing to do, we often joke about the nonsense topic "Balang araw ay lilitaw ako sa TV." DZAR of course is not TV but I texted Karlo before I left the station to "brag" about the experience: "Bwahahaha Lumitaw na ako sa Radyo!").
After talking about my father, his position in the ship and his company on air, Mr. Santiago said on air that I will write for Buhay Marino newspaper. Mr. Sanggalang asked me: "Ano ang kurso mo?" I replied: "Journalism po sa University of Santo Tomas. Kasalukuyan po akong trainee ng OFW Journalism Consortium" He then said: "E di magiging kasama ka dito sa Buhay Marino? " I answered: "Opo, magiging bahagi po ako dito" (Naks! Feeling!)
I don't know but after that, I felt I had a boosted morale. I don't know if it's about pride as a Thomasian, or pride as a Journalism student or pride as part of OFWJC. But definitely my spirits were high that morning…
As the program ended, the three anchors said their farewell pieces,culminating on the energy-filled "BUHAY MARINO!" (this time, together with the two trainees who shouted to blend their voices with the three announcers…and fortunately, their strict mentor did not notice it!)
Before I left the building, my mentor and I talked about the possible topics of the story I will write. I came up with tentative topics namely the curriculum of Marine Engineering schools, training of potential seafarers, and the declining enrollment of Marine Engineering students. But again, they are subject to change. Mr. Santiago also reminded me of the event to be held on Monday at OWWA. I shall cover the launching of Halfway Home and IT Center for Buhay marino (and possibly, OFJC.) But I shall not elaborate these projects in this entry anymore. (I bet you are thinking of the words "At last!" or "Hay Salamat"). The details of the next work are clear: 11:00 AM, OWWA Building , Buendia in Pasay City .
P.S. I did not receive any reply from Karlo. I think he is worried about the idea of seeing me in TV after I was heard on radio. Hehehe! Joke! = )
Friday, April 22, 2005
Karlo’s entry: #4 slice
Karlo Jose Pineda
i.
My article with no red marks was a nice way of starting my OJT day yesterday.
Later on, I found out that what should be scrawled in red—remarks—were written in blue, and they were all over my article. My article was a candidate for the major overhaul category. This was evidenced by a final say from Sir Villy: “what’s the main point of the story?” But that’s just fine. There was something to compensate it with—“nice lead.”
I swear to keep my very first edited article from OFWJC. It was edited by a professional journalist and that matters to me a lot. After all, it appears to be fancy printed on pink paper.
ii.
Sir Villy and I went to Manila Diamond Hotel to attend the 4TH UNICEF-PPI Child-Friendly Newspaper and Journalist Awards, Year 2004 last night.
It was a cozy night of notable journalists, fair food (anybody heard of steamed tacos and fish fillet in avocado sauce?) and child awareness. Personally, I was inspired y the awards dinner because I got to see writers go up the stage and receive the glory of their masterpieces. At the back of my mind rested a wishful thought that someday, I could be one of them. Though I felt out of place—men and women there were all professionals—I still had a nice time.
As the program went on, Sir Villy also taught me things about journalism that weren’t discussed inside the classroom. Some bonuses I could use if ever God allows me to be a warrior of the pen.
I’m still a “young” writer (even if you see it terms of age, I would still be fit to be a member of the youth) and I deem that there’s still a room for improvement; for growth in order for me to attend such awards night, not as a spectator but as an awardee.
iii.
“Mas magaling kang magsulat sa blog.”
This statement from my mentor as we parted was a knife. Something that could be used for stabbing or for carving (it’s a form of art, you know). It stabbed me in the sense that blog writing is light-years away from journalism—what I should be polishing this summer and what I should have excelled in for the past three years. On the other hand, Sir Villy’s statement somehow “carved” something positive in me. At least, my mentor was impressed in the way I write, personally.
Here arises my chronic predicament. How can I, a wannabe journalist/poet, pursue a career in writing if all I know is how to express myself against, maybe beyond, the standards of journalism and poetry? Do I have a future in writing if the way I write is light; so light that it appears to be me talking casually as I write (here’s the catch: even if I speak casually, I won’t be able to say all that my pen conceives for eloquence is not my friend)? I want to be a good all-around writer. Period. How? That still I can’t put a period at.
Thursday, April 21, 2005
Kassey’s entry: Numbered Deeds
Kassey’s entry
Numbered Deeds
20 April 2005
Something funny happened today (but I’d rather not tell it).
The morning part of the day was so boring:
1. I rolled up myself several times at the comfort of my bed.
2. I had cold Milo prepared by Karlo Pineda.
3. I just ate some macapunos stacked inside our mini refrigerator and some chips piled in our food shelf.
4. I didn’t even arrange the heap of cartons mounded in the corner because of the latest transfer of house that we had.
5. I just stared at the collection of books I have.
6. I also watched the sensual character of Rubi in ABS-CBN before Game KNB hosted by Kris Aquino.
7. I printed my time sheet for Ma’am Julie.
8. My brother made me eat the very malapot (pardon, I don’t know how to call it in English) soup that he cooked.
9. I took a bath.
Now, the later part of the day:
1. I rode two jeepneys and an FX from Tandang Sora to Taft Avenue (that means I, again, suffered from the dirt of Metro Manila).
2. Though I thought I’d be late, I still arrived earlier than Ma’am Julie at Kassel Condominium.
3. Ma’am Julie treated me a drink from Jollibee.
4. I was glad because I was able to make two story outlines for my articles in less than an hour.
5. Ma’am Julie checked my outlines and said that it was okay but I still need to work on it.
6. Ma’am Julie and I parted ways while Sir Dennis was left at the condo.
7. I went to the U-Mall to buy batteries for my two celfone units but was saddened after I found out that the celfone stores were already closed.
8. Traffic made my trip home almost two hours.
9. Finally, I’m home. Daing and the very malapot soup waited for me to compensate for my hunger.
Numbered Deeds
20 April 2005
Something funny happened today (but I’d rather not tell it).
The morning part of the day was so boring:
1. I rolled up myself several times at the comfort of my bed.
2. I had cold Milo prepared by Karlo Pineda.
3. I just ate some macapunos stacked inside our mini refrigerator and some chips piled in our food shelf.
4. I didn’t even arrange the heap of cartons mounded in the corner because of the latest transfer of house that we had.
5. I just stared at the collection of books I have.
6. I also watched the sensual character of Rubi in ABS-CBN before Game KNB hosted by Kris Aquino.
7. I printed my time sheet for Ma’am Julie.
8. My brother made me eat the very malapot (pardon, I don’t know how to call it in English) soup that he cooked.
9. I took a bath.
Now, the later part of the day:
1. I rode two jeepneys and an FX from Tandang Sora to Taft Avenue (that means I, again, suffered from the dirt of Metro Manila).
2. Though I thought I’d be late, I still arrived earlier than Ma’am Julie at Kassel Condominium.
3. Ma’am Julie treated me a drink from Jollibee.
4. I was glad because I was able to make two story outlines for my articles in less than an hour.
5. Ma’am Julie checked my outlines and said that it was okay but I still need to work on it.
6. Ma’am Julie and I parted ways while Sir Dennis was left at the condo.
7. I went to the U-Mall to buy batteries for my two celfone units but was saddened after I found out that the celfone stores were already closed.
8. Traffic made my trip home almost two hours.
9. Finally, I’m home. Daing and the very malapot soup waited for me to compensate for my hunger.
Kassey’s entry: SEC Day (what a title!)
Kassey’s entry
SEC Day (what a title!)
19 April 2005
So, it’s SEC day.
I left our house at around 11:30 am to arrive at the PRU (Public Reference Unit) of SEC (Securities and Exchange Commission) after lunch. After I got there, I was confused where to go because I couldn’t find any PRU sign to direct me. What I did was, and what I always do whenever I’m lost with something, I asked for some directions. And I’m glad that the person whom I talked to pointed me to the right building.
I entered the building and found many people already waiting for their numbers to be called. I asked the guard at the front desk how I could get copies of the documents Ma’am Julie was asking me to look for. He just gave me a paper. I asked him again what should I do with the paper. He said that I just needed to fill-up the paper with information required. I was number 159. After ten long minutes of waiting, finally, my WHOLE NAME was called. They even called it several times. I didn’t know if they were fooling around or if they were just jealous of my unique name. The one who held my paper asked if I’ve changed the membership name. What the heck are you talking, I just told myself. I was trying to explain to her that I was looking for the GIS and SEC Circular Order on Penalty but she didn’t mind me. I did the English talking so I could get her attention. After introducing myself and hearing Mr. Cataran’s name, she finally understood what I was looking for. She told me to go to the third floor of the SEC main building and ask for help.
After arriving there, the guard at the front desk made me sign their logbook. I asked him whom could I talk to regarding what I was looking for, he pointed me to the monitoring division of SEC. Again, I introduced myself and explained that I was there looking for the documents. The man there pointed me again to another man whose cubicle was beside Mr. Cataran’s cubicle. That’s when I realized that the Mr. Cataran I was asking if I could talk with was the director of the SEC. Again, for the third time, I introduced myself. Now, the man, Sir Quintin, led me to another Mr. Sani. For the fourth time, I explained myself. He advised me to go to another miss because she had all the copies of the monitoring activities. After talking to her, we went back to Sir Quintin’s cubicle because the certain miss didn’t know what we’re looking for. I asked Sir Quintin if I could talk to Mr. Cataran to have some advise. He said okay. I, again, presented myself. After talking to the head of SEC, he again referred me to a certain attorney. Sir Quintin pointed his direction to me and told me to talk to his secretary first. So, I did what he asked me. I talked to her secretary. For the final reject, she told me that they don’t have the documents and that the best thing I could do is to surf their website and do the searching.
Where’s justice for people spending time looking for something but are rejected several times?
SEC Day (what a title!)
19 April 2005
So, it’s SEC day.
I left our house at around 11:30 am to arrive at the PRU (Public Reference Unit) of SEC (Securities and Exchange Commission) after lunch. After I got there, I was confused where to go because I couldn’t find any PRU sign to direct me. What I did was, and what I always do whenever I’m lost with something, I asked for some directions. And I’m glad that the person whom I talked to pointed me to the right building.
I entered the building and found many people already waiting for their numbers to be called. I asked the guard at the front desk how I could get copies of the documents Ma’am Julie was asking me to look for. He just gave me a paper. I asked him again what should I do with the paper. He said that I just needed to fill-up the paper with information required. I was number 159. After ten long minutes of waiting, finally, my WHOLE NAME was called. They even called it several times. I didn’t know if they were fooling around or if they were just jealous of my unique name. The one who held my paper asked if I’ve changed the membership name. What the heck are you talking, I just told myself. I was trying to explain to her that I was looking for the GIS and SEC Circular Order on Penalty but she didn’t mind me. I did the English talking so I could get her attention. After introducing myself and hearing Mr. Cataran’s name, she finally understood what I was looking for. She told me to go to the third floor of the SEC main building and ask for help.
After arriving there, the guard at the front desk made me sign their logbook. I asked him whom could I talk to regarding what I was looking for, he pointed me to the monitoring division of SEC. Again, I introduced myself and explained that I was there looking for the documents. The man there pointed me again to another man whose cubicle was beside Mr. Cataran’s cubicle. That’s when I realized that the Mr. Cataran I was asking if I could talk with was the director of the SEC. Again, for the third time, I introduced myself. Now, the man, Sir Quintin, led me to another Mr. Sani. For the fourth time, I explained myself. He advised me to go to another miss because she had all the copies of the monitoring activities. After talking to her, we went back to Sir Quintin’s cubicle because the certain miss didn’t know what we’re looking for. I asked Sir Quintin if I could talk to Mr. Cataran to have some advise. He said okay. I, again, presented myself. After talking to the head of SEC, he again referred me to a certain attorney. Sir Quintin pointed his direction to me and told me to talk to his secretary first. So, I did what he asked me. I talked to her secretary. For the final reject, she told me that they don’t have the documents and that the best thing I could do is to surf their website and do the searching.
Where’s justice for people spending time looking for something but are rejected several times?
Kassey’s entry: Mis/Adventures of the Womanizer
Kassey’s entry
Mis/Adventures of the Womanizer
18 April 2005
I am a rock star. I love seeing silver/black accessories around my body. Because of that, not everyday in my life I wear girlie stuffs like skirts, sleeveless blouses, slip-ons, and headbands. But since my internship mentor asked me to wear something that would give me a not-so informal look, I’ve decided to wear those girlie things that I mentioned. And, maybe I was lucky today, I got a positive comment: Oh, you’re so cute.
Now, let me start telling about my mis/adventures the whole day.
Our (me and my mentor, Ma’am Julie) call time is 9:30 am at the lobby of Kassel Condominium in Taft Avenue. Since I wanted to be professional, I woke up early to arrive early at our meeting place. And yes, I reached my destination at around 9:00 am. I texted my mentor to inform her that I was already there at the lobby waiting (at first, I was standing because the chair for the visitors were already occupied by other guests). Ma’am Julie called me and told me that she still couldn’t leave because the nanny of her two kids was affected by the jeepney strike and was not yet home to take care of her kids. So, I told her that I’d just be there. After an hour, I was stunned after Ma’am Julie called me, again, telling that she was still home and if I could buy ticket to Buendia station at the LRT station near the condominium because she was planning to just meet me there. I said okay. But after realizing that my throat’s going to scream of thirst, I bought a big-sized Slurpee. However, after buying the ticket (and without even looking at it), the guard at the LRT station called my attention and told me that I couldn’t bring the drink inside the train. So, what I did was, instead of throwing it, I went down the stairs of the station and gave the drink to the children begging for alms.
Afterward, uneasiness was trying to take over me. I didn’t know what train Ma’am Julie was in. I texted her and asked her if she could give me a ring when the train she was riding was already near. She said okay and that she was already near. So, assuming that the next train that will pass would be the train Ma’am Julie was riding, I rode it.
Now, the biggest mistake that day happened.
As what I have said, I bought the ticket without even looking at it. Upon becoming conscious that the BUENDIA STATION was not written there, panic ruled over me again. And without my knowledge, Baclaran station was where I went down. I asked an officer where I should go down if I would go to Buendia. He told me that it was at the Gil Puyat station, the station next to Vito Cruz (where I came from). Anyway, Ma’am Julie called me again asking where I was because I should have arrived at the Gil Puyat station first. I told her that I went off the wrong station. Stupid, isn’t it?
So, here’s the journalistic thing that followed.
Upon arriving at the OWWA center, people wearing barongs were already aligned at the entrance door of the building as if waiting for Britney Spears. Ma’am Julie was welcomed by some of the employees there with a smile. They led us to the third floor of the building where the first event would happen. To my surprise, Ace and his mentor, Sir Leo, were there too. By the way, they were wearing polos with the same color (as if they talked about it but apparently, Ace cleared that they didn’t). Then, Ma’am Julie pointed at two persons and told me that they were writers from known newspapers. They were already interviewing the USec of DOLE, Jose Brillantes. After some moments, the blessing of the third floor where the Halfway Home center (program of OWWA for OFWs) is located happened. DOLE Secretary Patricia Sto. Tomas was there, so were some media giants (ABC 5, RPN 9, GMA 7) rolling their videos and cameras. After that, we went to the fifth floor for the blessing of the TULAY center (an IT program initiated by the OWWA and the Microsoft Unlimited Potential for OFWs and their dependents). Then, a fellowship lunch with the media occurred.
I asked Ma’am Julie if there was supposed to be a press con. She said yes. But long before lunch this was what happened: the media gathered around the table where the higher authorities were seated and threw questions. For our articles, Ace and I went there too to ask some questions regarding the programs. But to our surprise, most of the questions were irrelevant (e.g. about the case of Robert Tarongoy and other issues regarding labor matters). By the way, when OWWA employees saw us being last on the line for food, they told us: “Oh, mauuna na kayo. Di ba you have deadlines to beat?” See, media really get big importance even if you’re still a young in the field.
Since, we (me and my mentor with Ace and his mentor) didn’t get much from the questions by the media, our mentors asked an OWWA employee if we could talk with any officer about the programs. Then came Ms. Laurie (PR manager of Microsoft Philippines), with Dir. Rustico dela Fuente and Mr. Marianito Roque (Chief Administrator) of OWWA. We had an interview with them that cleared some of our questions regarding the programs. After the interview, Ma’am Julie and me parted ways with Ace and Sir Leo. We headed to OFWJC office at the Kassel. Then, Ma’am Julie invited me to go to her house to transcribe the interview we had that was recorded at my tape recorder. I was not able to finish it since the transcription’s the hardest part of getting information. I had to continue it at home.
That’s it. A very complicated day for a very complicated job.
Mis/Adventures of the Womanizer
18 April 2005
I am a rock star. I love seeing silver/black accessories around my body. Because of that, not everyday in my life I wear girlie stuffs like skirts, sleeveless blouses, slip-ons, and headbands. But since my internship mentor asked me to wear something that would give me a not-so informal look, I’ve decided to wear those girlie things that I mentioned. And, maybe I was lucky today, I got a positive comment: Oh, you’re so cute.
Now, let me start telling about my mis/adventures the whole day.
Our (me and my mentor, Ma’am Julie) call time is 9:30 am at the lobby of Kassel Condominium in Taft Avenue. Since I wanted to be professional, I woke up early to arrive early at our meeting place. And yes, I reached my destination at around 9:00 am. I texted my mentor to inform her that I was already there at the lobby waiting (at first, I was standing because the chair for the visitors were already occupied by other guests). Ma’am Julie called me and told me that she still couldn’t leave because the nanny of her two kids was affected by the jeepney strike and was not yet home to take care of her kids. So, I told her that I’d just be there. After an hour, I was stunned after Ma’am Julie called me, again, telling that she was still home and if I could buy ticket to Buendia station at the LRT station near the condominium because she was planning to just meet me there. I said okay. But after realizing that my throat’s going to scream of thirst, I bought a big-sized Slurpee. However, after buying the ticket (and without even looking at it), the guard at the LRT station called my attention and told me that I couldn’t bring the drink inside the train. So, what I did was, instead of throwing it, I went down the stairs of the station and gave the drink to the children begging for alms.
Afterward, uneasiness was trying to take over me. I didn’t know what train Ma’am Julie was in. I texted her and asked her if she could give me a ring when the train she was riding was already near. She said okay and that she was already near. So, assuming that the next train that will pass would be the train Ma’am Julie was riding, I rode it.
Now, the biggest mistake that day happened.
As what I have said, I bought the ticket without even looking at it. Upon becoming conscious that the BUENDIA STATION was not written there, panic ruled over me again. And without my knowledge, Baclaran station was where I went down. I asked an officer where I should go down if I would go to Buendia. He told me that it was at the Gil Puyat station, the station next to Vito Cruz (where I came from). Anyway, Ma’am Julie called me again asking where I was because I should have arrived at the Gil Puyat station first. I told her that I went off the wrong station. Stupid, isn’t it?
So, here’s the journalistic thing that followed.
Upon arriving at the OWWA center, people wearing barongs were already aligned at the entrance door of the building as if waiting for Britney Spears. Ma’am Julie was welcomed by some of the employees there with a smile. They led us to the third floor of the building where the first event would happen. To my surprise, Ace and his mentor, Sir Leo, were there too. By the way, they were wearing polos with the same color (as if they talked about it but apparently, Ace cleared that they didn’t). Then, Ma’am Julie pointed at two persons and told me that they were writers from known newspapers. They were already interviewing the USec of DOLE, Jose Brillantes. After some moments, the blessing of the third floor where the Halfway Home center (program of OWWA for OFWs) is located happened. DOLE Secretary Patricia Sto. Tomas was there, so were some media giants (ABC 5, RPN 9, GMA 7) rolling their videos and cameras. After that, we went to the fifth floor for the blessing of the TULAY center (an IT program initiated by the OWWA and the Microsoft Unlimited Potential for OFWs and their dependents). Then, a fellowship lunch with the media occurred.
I asked Ma’am Julie if there was supposed to be a press con. She said yes. But long before lunch this was what happened: the media gathered around the table where the higher authorities were seated and threw questions. For our articles, Ace and I went there too to ask some questions regarding the programs. But to our surprise, most of the questions were irrelevant (e.g. about the case of Robert Tarongoy and other issues regarding labor matters). By the way, when OWWA employees saw us being last on the line for food, they told us: “Oh, mauuna na kayo. Di ba you have deadlines to beat?” See, media really get big importance even if you’re still a young in the field.
Since, we (me and my mentor with Ace and his mentor) didn’t get much from the questions by the media, our mentors asked an OWWA employee if we could talk with any officer about the programs. Then came Ms. Laurie (PR manager of Microsoft Philippines), with Dir. Rustico dela Fuente and Mr. Marianito Roque (Chief Administrator) of OWWA. We had an interview with them that cleared some of our questions regarding the programs. After the interview, Ma’am Julie and me parted ways with Ace and Sir Leo. We headed to OFWJC office at the Kassel. Then, Ma’am Julie invited me to go to her house to transcribe the interview we had that was recorded at my tape recorder. I was not able to finish it since the transcription’s the hardest part of getting information. I had to continue it at home.
That’s it. A very complicated day for a very complicated job.
Karlo’s entry: #3 Slice
Karlo’s entry
#3 Slice
20 April 2005
Eight hours spent on a seven-paragraph feature isn’t bad. Or, is it?
All day long, that is from the time I opened my eyes and felt the soft touch of sunshine on my face till the time when the sun neared its death (and tomorrow it shall rise again), the only thing I did was write, polish, re-write and re-polish an article based on the interview I had with Sir Jowel. As a part of my training, or maybe because my mentor got tired of my many questions on the story I am to produce, Sir Villy tasked me to make a seven-paragraph profile of Sir Jowel. And that’s just what I did, drastically.
This is one of my problems in writing. Besides missing the service of a PC, I have a hard time making an article in a jiffy, especially when my mood doesn’t cooperate. It’s not that I am not exposed to writing (also reading), but…I don’t know. It’s just the way it is. And in this case, maybe I’m just pressured/intimidated with the articles I’ve read that the consortium published. I have to admit that the articles of OFWJC are really impressive; the rigid researches, remarkable leads and above all, the length of the articles. Repeat, and above all, the length of the articles. Making lengthy articles is not really my forte. Thanks to poetry (i.e. haikus), brevity really influences my writing. That explains the very first sentence of this entry.
Actually, right now, my mood is starting to swing to a direction that would pave way for me to lift up my pen and rest it for a while. It’s a good thing that I have shared what I did this day that concerns my OJT.
I just hope Sir Villy shows appreciation, even a little, towards my work.
#3 Slice
20 April 2005
Eight hours spent on a seven-paragraph feature isn’t bad. Or, is it?
All day long, that is from the time I opened my eyes and felt the soft touch of sunshine on my face till the time when the sun neared its death (and tomorrow it shall rise again), the only thing I did was write, polish, re-write and re-polish an article based on the interview I had with Sir Jowel. As a part of my training, or maybe because my mentor got tired of my many questions on the story I am to produce, Sir Villy tasked me to make a seven-paragraph profile of Sir Jowel. And that’s just what I did, drastically.
This is one of my problems in writing. Besides missing the service of a PC, I have a hard time making an article in a jiffy, especially when my mood doesn’t cooperate. It’s not that I am not exposed to writing (also reading), but…I don’t know. It’s just the way it is. And in this case, maybe I’m just pressured/intimidated with the articles I’ve read that the consortium published. I have to admit that the articles of OFWJC are really impressive; the rigid researches, remarkable leads and above all, the length of the articles. Repeat, and above all, the length of the articles. Making lengthy articles is not really my forte. Thanks to poetry (i.e. haikus), brevity really influences my writing. That explains the very first sentence of this entry.
Actually, right now, my mood is starting to swing to a direction that would pave way for me to lift up my pen and rest it for a while. It’s a good thing that I have shared what I did this day that concerns my OJT.
I just hope Sir Villy shows appreciation, even a little, towards my work.
Karlo’s entry: #2 Slice
Karlo’s entry
#2 Slice
19 April 2005
Standing in a bus was not my kind of idea of reaching a destination I barely know. My uncomfortable stance, together with wide-open stares (I avoided blinking so that I won’t miss the spot where I should drop off) seemed to lessen the enthusiasm I charged for this day back home. And to think of it, I was way far from accomplishing the agendum set for me: interview an OFW fresh from the land of camels and shawarma.
I arrived at IIEE (Institute of Integrated Electrical Engineers of the Philippines)—the destination I barely know—10 minutes earlier than our official meeting time. I informed Sir Villy, my mentor, that I’m already outside his workplace through a text message. After a couple of minutes, the glass door of the building looming loftily at me swung open and there he was, wearing his polo-maong pants-rubber shoes combo, just like the first time we met—during my interview. He led the way inside and offered me a seat. He pulled a chair, sat beside me and we started discussing OJT-related matters. He made me construct a story plan so that later on, when we get to meet my subject for my interview, I’d be ready as a soldier at war. With that, he left me with newspapers for my company and said, “Just text me when you’re done. I’ll just finish something in the computer.”
After an hour—a normal time to complete a story plan for a journalism student who is having a hard time making a straight lead—I texted Sir Villy, telling him that I finally got some sane ideas for my story. He went back, glanced at the scribbles on my paper then asked me to ready myself. We would be leaving in about 30 minutes.
It was drizzling when we left IIEE.
“Is it okay for you to catch colds?” Sir Villy joked.
We headed for shelter as we waited for a ride to España (we would meet my subject in Goldilocks’ in front of UST). Moments later, an FX passed by and Sir Villy hailed it at once. And off we went to another rendezvous. (Oh, before I forget, thanks, sir for the free 15-peso ride.)
When we arrived at Goldilocks’, Sir Villy ordered something to palliate our grumbling stomachs. Palabok and drinks—not bad; not bad at all. After some time, a thin, jolly man wearing a muscle shirt and a black cap approached our table and extended his arm, first to my mentor, then to me. His name is Jowel Marquez, a journalism graduate from PUP who works as a secretary in an agency in Saudi. Soon, a big part of his life would unfold before me.
“Hello! So, what would you like to find out?” he said smiling.
Sir Villy stood and proceeded to the nearest counter. When he came back, he served Sir Jowel halo-halo for his snacks. After eating, the interview began. I equipped myself with my handy-dandy recorder, pen and notebook, then started throwing questions at him. I discovered a lot of things about his life as an OFW, from applying and taking tests to working in a foreign land, with all the adjustments attached. The plot of Sir Jowel’s OFW life was quite typical: he went abroad because there is a dearth of jobs here; he worked to improve his and his family’s life financially; he experienced homesickness; he remitted money to his parents and siblings in the province; and the list goes on. My hearty interview with him lasted for about an hour. After that, the three of us went out of the place, said our goodbyes and thank yous, then parted ways.
When I got home, I treated myself with a VCD. And I tell you, the movie I watched sucked. Standing in a bus, scouring the surroundings out the window for a destination I barely know was better.
#2 Slice
19 April 2005
Standing in a bus was not my kind of idea of reaching a destination I barely know. My uncomfortable stance, together with wide-open stares (I avoided blinking so that I won’t miss the spot where I should drop off) seemed to lessen the enthusiasm I charged for this day back home. And to think of it, I was way far from accomplishing the agendum set for me: interview an OFW fresh from the land of camels and shawarma.
I arrived at IIEE (Institute of Integrated Electrical Engineers of the Philippines)—the destination I barely know—10 minutes earlier than our official meeting time. I informed Sir Villy, my mentor, that I’m already outside his workplace through a text message. After a couple of minutes, the glass door of the building looming loftily at me swung open and there he was, wearing his polo-maong pants-rubber shoes combo, just like the first time we met—during my interview. He led the way inside and offered me a seat. He pulled a chair, sat beside me and we started discussing OJT-related matters. He made me construct a story plan so that later on, when we get to meet my subject for my interview, I’d be ready as a soldier at war. With that, he left me with newspapers for my company and said, “Just text me when you’re done. I’ll just finish something in the computer.”
After an hour—a normal time to complete a story plan for a journalism student who is having a hard time making a straight lead—I texted Sir Villy, telling him that I finally got some sane ideas for my story. He went back, glanced at the scribbles on my paper then asked me to ready myself. We would be leaving in about 30 minutes.
It was drizzling when we left IIEE.
“Is it okay for you to catch colds?” Sir Villy joked.
We headed for shelter as we waited for a ride to España (we would meet my subject in Goldilocks’ in front of UST). Moments later, an FX passed by and Sir Villy hailed it at once. And off we went to another rendezvous. (Oh, before I forget, thanks, sir for the free 15-peso ride.)
When we arrived at Goldilocks’, Sir Villy ordered something to palliate our grumbling stomachs. Palabok and drinks—not bad; not bad at all. After some time, a thin, jolly man wearing a muscle shirt and a black cap approached our table and extended his arm, first to my mentor, then to me. His name is Jowel Marquez, a journalism graduate from PUP who works as a secretary in an agency in Saudi. Soon, a big part of his life would unfold before me.
“Hello! So, what would you like to find out?” he said smiling.
Sir Villy stood and proceeded to the nearest counter. When he came back, he served Sir Jowel halo-halo for his snacks. After eating, the interview began. I equipped myself with my handy-dandy recorder, pen and notebook, then started throwing questions at him. I discovered a lot of things about his life as an OFW, from applying and taking tests to working in a foreign land, with all the adjustments attached. The plot of Sir Jowel’s OFW life was quite typical: he went abroad because there is a dearth of jobs here; he worked to improve his and his family’s life financially; he experienced homesickness; he remitted money to his parents and siblings in the province; and the list goes on. My hearty interview with him lasted for about an hour. After that, the three of us went out of the place, said our goodbyes and thank yous, then parted ways.
When I got home, I treated myself with a VCD. And I tell you, the movie I watched sucked. Standing in a bus, scouring the surroundings out the window for a destination I barely know was better.
Karlo’s entry: #1 Slice
Karlo’s entry
#1 Slice
18 April 2005
There were no tasks for today except for preparing questions for an interview tomorrow. As an initiative to yield fine writing, I opted to practice a little. I wrote something to continue my fascination of words and meanings. Though literary in nature, it still is writing.
Come, sing me this song:
COME ON WORLD
Living in yesterdays of a thousand smiles
I get by, lost in a girl’s eyes and you.
Pretensions eat me as I let myself be.
I imagine away from a bitter reality.
Come on world love me.
It’s for free.
Give me more than this silent cry.
Come on world love me.
There’s no other glee
Than your new days of sun and sky.
Dying in tomorrows of broken dreams
I manifest wings damaged by sorrow and you.
There are no rainbows, angels and songs.
Oh how I miss the warmth of a home.
Let me tell you
Life is a lie
And I’m bruised and blue.
I hope this selfish song bags song of the year in the NU Rock awards someday…
#1 Slice
18 April 2005
There were no tasks for today except for preparing questions for an interview tomorrow. As an initiative to yield fine writing, I opted to practice a little. I wrote something to continue my fascination of words and meanings. Though literary in nature, it still is writing.
Come, sing me this song:
COME ON WORLD
Living in yesterdays of a thousand smiles
I get by, lost in a girl’s eyes and you.
Pretensions eat me as I let myself be.
I imagine away from a bitter reality.
Come on world love me.
It’s for free.
Give me more than this silent cry.
Come on world love me.
There’s no other glee
Than your new days of sun and sky.
Dying in tomorrows of broken dreams
I manifest wings damaged by sorrow and you.
There are no rainbows, angels and songs.
Oh how I miss the warmth of a home.
Let me tell you
Life is a lie
And I’m bruised and blue.
I hope this selfish song bags song of the year in the NU Rock awards someday…
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