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Last March 5 - 7, 2010, I was very lucky to be sent to Zamboanga City as one of the new media representatives from Davao City, and the Mindanao region, to participate in the “Seminar and Training On Covering Automated Elections and Campaign Finance”, sponsored by the Philippine Center for Investigative Journalism. Very lucky as I have been quite, no, very backlogged with my political articles for a certain political blog.
During the 2nd day of the seminar, we were asked to create presentations regarding on what are the kinds of issues do journalists seem to find as a challenge to deal with in covering the elections, what is going wrong or right about our coverage of the elections, what are the usual overplayed and underplayed election story frames and pegs, what are our story plans and wish lists as journalists, and what actually are the best editorial policies and practices that are supposed to be practiced in the news room.
This is what I came up with for my group.
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Yes, almost everyone I know have spoken: 2009 was a such big pain in the *ss. It’s rather uncanny though that everyone seems to feel the same way too. I am quick to blame the cosmos for this because, aside from the fact that I’m an eighth of a superstitious lady, there are just too many of us who wants to wish the year nothing but good riddance. There were just too many unfortunate events that seem to have happened and fallen on this year.
My own series of unfortunate events for this year, I have to admit, were all of my own doing though. Well, except for recession. Damn that recession. But anyway, somehow, in a general sense, 2009 didn’t feel all too great. I did have my fun the first few months, but the next number of months felt like a challenge and I had to struggle a bit more with every aspect spanning my life.
Well, it’s not like I brood over these things for days on end however. I am always fine, happy and dandy when it counts. Not saying I stop looking for resolutions when I feel okay. As a matter of fact, every time I tread on, I learn new lessons; some quick, some gradual, some ultimately cliché, some even funny but, most definitely, all very significant.
These are the most memorable lessons I’ve learned in 2009:
It is one of the darkest days, probably THE darkest day in Philippine Media history as at least 30 persons, mostly comprised of journalists, are not only confirmed dead but some were also found beheaded and mutilated, and the women raped.
Still 6 months away, the country has now its first reported political violence linked to the May 2010 election. This is a fact, however, that is overshadowed by how massive the scale of this dreadful and senseless massacre is.
I am a fan of movies, music, concerts, and… Michael Jackson.
So I, without hesitation whatsoever, headed for SM City Davao as early as 10:30 AM yesterday for the first screening of the concert film “This Is It”.
I was a little bit too early though as the first showing was slated for 12:30 PM.
Update: If you or someone you know need rescue around Petron and SMC area, please call 09178140655. If you know of anyone still stranded on their roofs in Marikina or Cainta, please text 09175408921 with details - names, address, ages and current situation.
I had to change this blog’s lay-out for easy viewing, specifically for this entry. There are lots of people still stranded out there and need rescuing. I was thinking of how to go about helping these people with the use of this blog. Good thing, the following map came along, which, I believe, is the best idea so far.
The following is a Google Map which holds a visual urgent-case list of flood-stranded people needing rescue. I wanted to hold it here too for easier retrieval and access.
To view a complete enumerated list, with address and situation, click HERE.
If you know anyone still stranded within the flooded areas, by all means, please enter their information in the given map or in their comments section. If you need assistance with this, don’t hesitate to comment here or message me, and I’ll be glad to provide assistance in any way I can.
The first love song ever dedicated to me has quite the tragic gist. I was Grade 4 back then. I was being courted by a guy 2 years my senior. One day, he wrote me a beautiful love letter, which I endearingly brought home with me. You probably know where this is going to lead by now. So yes, my mom caught me reading the letter in my room and had to read it for herself. Realizing the “gravity” of the situation I was about to place myself into, my mom (and dad eventually) had to tell me to not even think about starting anything with this guy and that I have to ditch him, pronto. These solicited tears from my tiny heart, of course. I didn’t understand why we can’t go through it. But I just had to accept the fact that “it was because I was still young.”
The next day, I told the guy that we cannot go through a relationship because of my parents’ disapproval. He was saddened by this. From here on, things got more rocky and the temperament of our feelings for each other died to a lull, mostly for me. All he could do to reach out for me one more time was to dedicate a song for me to let me know what he wants to tell me, finally.
Or maybe not
First of all, like the snarky little woman that I’m supposed to be, I tried so hard to find a flaw in this girl. But for the love of Optimus Prime, I can’t. I mean, there must be hundreds with this girl and I can really be nit-picky about it, but I can’t. I so f*ckin’ can’t!
Even the way she picks her teeth, it’s endearing. Dammit!
“Sometimes it’s good for you to work with a gun against your head and just go for it, because you can sometimes sit too long with ideas. Sometimes adrenaline is a good thing.”
I guess the proverbial gun worked too.
Maybe I should add a black and white pouty smile for good measure.