That was 9:38 in the evening. I was staring at the moon, which in turn, was staring back at me. My phone that just beeped diverted my sight to it. I got a text message from a very good friend. "I've realized how much I care for you", it said. It made me wonder.
I was trying to text her back to ask her how come, only to find out I got no balance in my account. I rushed to the nearest loading station to reload. I left the store and I got back home. After several attempts, I still couldn't send my reply. Apparently, I didn't receive the refill but I didn't bother following it up. It was like past 10 pm and I thought the store was already close by that time.
It was 11 and I was still up, trying to send my text once in a while. Until I finally gave up. Then, I tried looking at the brighter side and I stumbled upon a realization that finally made me sleep soundly.
"It's probably something that needs no further discussion and explanation - only acceptance", I told myself.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Sunday, December 4, 2011
GAZING...
"Kkrrrrrrinnngggggggg....", the alarm clock rings. It's now 5 in the morning. Darrell reluctantly rises from bed. He doesn't want to just yet but he's left with no other choice. At around 6, he leaves home. He doesn't want to be late for work. He needs to be at the news desk by 7 o'clock. There, he hears a lot of noise -- phone ringing, people shouting, flipping of paper among others. This is his everyday life.
Just this morning while taking his mug of black coffee, his editor called up on him and assigned him a beat. He needed to cover a story somewhere in Bulacan. Upon arriving at the scene, his cameraman immediately shot video. He asked one of the respondents who, what, where, when, why and how. The story? It's about a man biting a dog. The moment he thought his data were enough, he sat somewhere with his laptop, writing and building the story while his teammates were editing the video. After all had been edited, he sent a copy to his editor for approval.
Luckily, he got the "yes". It meant that the story would be aired on the evening news. He then hastily rode on the van with his staff heading to another place. While inside the van, he wrote his column with a 3 pm deadline for a national newspaper.
The evening news aired and so did his story. Where is he now? Well, he is in Malacanang, anticipating some news from President Miriam Santiago and Vice President Chiz Escudero (who knows? lols).
" This has been Darrell M. reporting", he said in the video. Five years from now, This will be Darrell's signature line because by then, he is already a journalist, both for print and broadcast.
Just this morning while taking his mug of black coffee, his editor called up on him and assigned him a beat. He needed to cover a story somewhere in Bulacan. Upon arriving at the scene, his cameraman immediately shot video. He asked one of the respondents who, what, where, when, why and how. The story? It's about a man biting a dog. The moment he thought his data were enough, he sat somewhere with his laptop, writing and building the story while his teammates were editing the video. After all had been edited, he sent a copy to his editor for approval.
Luckily, he got the "yes". It meant that the story would be aired on the evening news. He then hastily rode on the van with his staff heading to another place. While inside the van, he wrote his column with a 3 pm deadline for a national newspaper.
The evening news aired and so did his story. Where is he now? Well, he is in Malacanang, anticipating some news from President Miriam Santiago and Vice President Chiz Escudero (who knows? lols).
" This has been Darrell M. reporting", he said in the video. Five years from now, This will be Darrell's signature line because by then, he is already a journalist, both for print and broadcast.
WORD PLAYER
You finally arrived home after a very long day from school. You took your clothes off and headed on to the shower room. You decided not to take your dinner 'cause you were still full. Suddenly, you felt the urge to sleep, so you lied down on your bouncy bed. As your eyes were graciously closing themselves, you remembered something -- You needed to write what happened to you within the day as your assignment.
You were then disappointed. For you, it meant that you had to sit (yeah, not lie down) on one side and think of what and how to write. You tried recalling what happened within the day. You recalled that you fell off the stairs, a delicate blend of soy sauce and vinegar streamed down your white polo while taking your lunch. Nothing so good happened to you that day but you wouldn't want your professor to read all your clumsiness, would you? So you wrote them in the most humorous way possible.
When your paper was returned to you, you were stunned by what you saw. A perfect 10 was on it. You never thought that what you've written and how you wrote them impressed your professor. You realized then that writing wasn't that all boring and you were right.
Writing is never boring. First, it gives you a sense of satisfaction, especially when someone gets to read what you write. Second, it helps you vent your emotions out about a particular experience or event and lastly, it enhances your writing and communicative competence.
So if you are one of those who never liked writing, get your pen and paper now and start playing with words.
You were then disappointed. For you, it meant that you had to sit (yeah, not lie down) on one side and think of what and how to write. You tried recalling what happened within the day. You recalled that you fell off the stairs, a delicate blend of soy sauce and vinegar streamed down your white polo while taking your lunch. Nothing so good happened to you that day but you wouldn't want your professor to read all your clumsiness, would you? So you wrote them in the most humorous way possible.
When your paper was returned to you, you were stunned by what you saw. A perfect 10 was on it. You never thought that what you've written and how you wrote them impressed your professor. You realized then that writing wasn't that all boring and you were right.
Writing is never boring. First, it gives you a sense of satisfaction, especially when someone gets to read what you write. Second, it helps you vent your emotions out about a particular experience or event and lastly, it enhances your writing and communicative competence.
So if you are one of those who never liked writing, get your pen and paper now and start playing with words.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
OUT WITH THE WHITE
Back in high school, I was often asked what my plans were for college. Questions like what course would I dare take, what school would I go to or if I would actually go to college were all getting up on my face.
Back then, I would always give them a vague answer -- so vague that it would often be rendered both nonsense and whimsical, so vague that I couldn't qualify it myself. Who would understand me anyway if I answered, "bahala na"?
Now I know why I got so unreceptive during those inquisitive times -- I was afraid then. I used to view college as just a white and vast space -- absolutely nothing but white. I didn't have any idea of it, neither did I care about knowing how it's like. I even asked one guy if the notebook I was buying the day before my debut in college was a Cattleya or not. Now I know Cattleya is a brand of binder (hahaha..that's so fooolish of me).
Now that I'm already in my third year, and am anticipating a diploma in just one academic year, I could say that college is not that scary at all, though at times, it pans out to be like a nightmare. The white and vast space then, is now full of so many other colors, so many other objects, so many other faces and so many other experiences all gearing me up for my entry into the real world.
It was not easy though to sense all these elements. I needed sometime, effort, faith and understanding for me to see I have them in that white space.
By being in college, I've learned to appreciate everything that's happening to me. I've known better how to look at brighter colors of my predicaments, no matter how roughly they obstruct my way at times. I was also able to appreciate my music player, phone, pen, paper and all other luxuries that help me get through all the pressure and sometimes boredom in the academe. I also came to love my family and friends even more for the trust and love they give me and will give me all throughout this journey.
Another funny thing about being in college is that it helps me experience things to their extreme level. In high school, I could manage to finish my assignments before midnight or shortly after 12 midnight but now, 24 hours seems to be insufficient still to carry out all the loads. My slightly delayed meals in high school have gone "superextramega" delayed in college. To have breakfast, lunch and snacks altogether at 4 in the afternoon, most of the time, is good enough as an evidence, I guess. Most of all, my nine 90-page notebooks back then were reduced to just a sheet of yellow paper, folded to fit my pocket. (Idk if it's funny..haha)
"Naku, four years of disaster", said the official who handed me my first ever AUF-ID. Written in it was "AB COM 1". I didn't know how would I react back then. I remember looking at him with a poker face. Now, I can't help but grin whenever that scene comes to my mind for I now know that he was partly wrong. College life is so exciting for me. It's now a Kaleidoscope, far from that white hole I was looking at,and I'm loving every color that strikes it.
Back then, I would always give them a vague answer -- so vague that it would often be rendered both nonsense and whimsical, so vague that I couldn't qualify it myself. Who would understand me anyway if I answered, "bahala na"?
Now I know why I got so unreceptive during those inquisitive times -- I was afraid then. I used to view college as just a white and vast space -- absolutely nothing but white. I didn't have any idea of it, neither did I care about knowing how it's like. I even asked one guy if the notebook I was buying the day before my debut in college was a Cattleya or not. Now I know Cattleya is a brand of binder (hahaha..that's so fooolish of me).
Now that I'm already in my third year, and am anticipating a diploma in just one academic year, I could say that college is not that scary at all, though at times, it pans out to be like a nightmare. The white and vast space then, is now full of so many other colors, so many other objects, so many other faces and so many other experiences all gearing me up for my entry into the real world.
It was not easy though to sense all these elements. I needed sometime, effort, faith and understanding for me to see I have them in that white space.
By being in college, I've learned to appreciate everything that's happening to me. I've known better how to look at brighter colors of my predicaments, no matter how roughly they obstruct my way at times. I was also able to appreciate my music player, phone, pen, paper and all other luxuries that help me get through all the pressure and sometimes boredom in the academe. I also came to love my family and friends even more for the trust and love they give me and will give me all throughout this journey.
Another funny thing about being in college is that it helps me experience things to their extreme level. In high school, I could manage to finish my assignments before midnight or shortly after 12 midnight but now, 24 hours seems to be insufficient still to carry out all the loads. My slightly delayed meals in high school have gone "superextramega" delayed in college. To have breakfast, lunch and snacks altogether at 4 in the afternoon, most of the time, is good enough as an evidence, I guess. Most of all, my nine 90-page notebooks back then were reduced to just a sheet of yellow paper, folded to fit my pocket. (Idk if it's funny..haha)
"Naku, four years of disaster", said the official who handed me my first ever AUF-ID. Written in it was "AB COM 1". I didn't know how would I react back then. I remember looking at him with a poker face. Now, I can't help but grin whenever that scene comes to my mind for I now know that he was partly wrong. College life is so exciting for me. It's now a Kaleidoscope, far from that white hole I was looking at,and I'm loving every color that strikes it.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
MY NAME, MY GUITAR
A person's name is like a song title. I believe it is. It's the very first thing people ask the first time they meet you, the same way they do ask for what the title of a particular song is, the first time they've heard of it playing. It's all in one's name where people will tag everything he does with his life, the same way they remember a song when they hear excerpts from its lyics.
This is just enough to say that our names are the products of days, weeks and even months of thinking and brainstorming. Most of us, I suppose, have asked our parents about these crucial times when, aside from thinking where to get the money for all our milk and diaper expenses, they managed to invest time in giving us our name. So let me tell you a story of how I got my name.
I am Darrell. My name is a seven-letter English word derived from the French word "d'Airelle" or someone who comes from the Airelle, the most famous boulevard in France. Well, I certainly did not come from Airelle so It was not my parents' basis for giving me my name.
My mother told me I was supposed to be named ERL DARYL. She got Erl from the character in one of her pocketbook collections while Daryl is a singer -- one of the two balladeers of Air Supply. She wasn't so sure though of the spelling for Daryl so she just spelled it the way she heard it.
However, my father thought it was a sort of a tongue-twister so they decided to change it to just a word that somehow has a similar sound with Erl Daryl and there came Darrell.
What's funny about my name is that for my six years in grade school, I was misspelling it as DARREL. That has become a huge problem for me before my graduation then. We were told to pass, on a piece of paper, our names so they could print them on our diplomas. I misspelled my name twice: first as DARREL then second as DARELL. I felt it was really so weird to misspell my own name but yes, I did. The next morning, my mother told me to show my birth certificate to my teacher. I did, but it seemed like I just had my teacher's blood reach its boiling point. It's good that other faculty members were able to console him.
That was just one scenario that taught me how important it is to know my name not only for the mere reason that it's usually the first thing people ask me about or the thing that people most remember me for but it also serves as my guitar where all the strings of my reputation are attached and plucked producing vibrant sounds and melodies.
My name is DARRELL MINA MAGAT and I'm proud of it.
This is just enough to say that our names are the products of days, weeks and even months of thinking and brainstorming. Most of us, I suppose, have asked our parents about these crucial times when, aside from thinking where to get the money for all our milk and diaper expenses, they managed to invest time in giving us our name. So let me tell you a story of how I got my name.
I am Darrell. My name is a seven-letter English word derived from the French word "d'Airelle" or someone who comes from the Airelle, the most famous boulevard in France. Well, I certainly did not come from Airelle so It was not my parents' basis for giving me my name.
My mother told me I was supposed to be named ERL DARYL. She got Erl from the character in one of her pocketbook collections while Daryl is a singer -- one of the two balladeers of Air Supply. She wasn't so sure though of the spelling for Daryl so she just spelled it the way she heard it.
However, my father thought it was a sort of a tongue-twister so they decided to change it to just a word that somehow has a similar sound with Erl Daryl and there came Darrell.
What's funny about my name is that for my six years in grade school, I was misspelling it as DARREL. That has become a huge problem for me before my graduation then. We were told to pass, on a piece of paper, our names so they could print them on our diplomas. I misspelled my name twice: first as DARREL then second as DARELL. I felt it was really so weird to misspell my own name but yes, I did. The next morning, my mother told me to show my birth certificate to my teacher. I did, but it seemed like I just had my teacher's blood reach its boiling point. It's good that other faculty members were able to console him.
That was just one scenario that taught me how important it is to know my name not only for the mere reason that it's usually the first thing people ask me about or the thing that people most remember me for but it also serves as my guitar where all the strings of my reputation are attached and plucked producing vibrant sounds and melodies.
My name is DARRELL MINA MAGAT and I'm proud of it.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Cuts
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| with Kristel Palaganas at the AVR |
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| waiting for my Chicken fillet with Camille Cayanan and Benyowk...hahaha |
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
MY WORLDVIEW PAPER
This is my final requirement in World Literature. Overnight ko 'to ginawa...haha
A prostitute who sells her body to support her family, a garbage man who digs up dirt in exchange for some money, a student who burns the midnight oil to get high grades, a baby crying for milk, a robber who risks his life and liberty to feed his family, a beggar who begs for alms and sleeps along sidewalks – Seeing anyone of them makes me think that indeed, Earth is a battlefield.
I believe that we are living in huge arena where all types of competitions exist every time. Each day, we are faced with all the challenges that we have to overcome. There are always deceitful tricks that need to be uncloaked. There are always pieces of puzzle that we have to fit together. Then at the end of the day, there will be losers, there will be draws and definitely, there are those who will emerge as victors. Given this case, who would not believe Charles Darwin in his belief that life on Earth is actually the survival of the fittest?
However, this same competition I think is the root cause of all inequalities we experience. Because of people’s efforts to outdo and overpower one another, they become vulnerable from hitting below the belt. They throw poor judgment against their fellow person; they spread gossip against someone who is on top. Some even cheat just to rule over others.
I must admit though that competition is inevitable in as far as human and life existence is concerned. We are natural fighters and we are born to compete. Frightening, as it may seem knowing that chaos is always on the go to steal the scene. Nevertheless, I believe that inasmuch as we have the innate capacity to organize competition, we also have the great ability to dictate its governing rules -- rules that will give due opportunity for others to catch up and bounce back to where they have fallen.
The revelations in the Holy Bible, the teachings of Confucius, our ethical standards and our capability to love are some of the things that are taught to us not only by the olden literatures but also by our experiences in order for us to give one another the sweetest battle there is.
The Earth is a battlefield. This is how I view it. And this same ground is where we learn the basics of morality, where we discover who we really are and what is our purpose in this world that may eventually be the panacea in demystifying the mysteries that have long been veiling humanity.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Legal Doorway
My heart knew how I long wanted to turn 18. Why? Probably because I thought I could do more things which I couldn't do as a minor. Now that I'm on the legal age, I feel like I have more freedom to do what I want to to but at the same time, It feels like I got nearer to more serious matters now. My fb account even briefed me about the new conditions I have with it. Seriously, I'm enjoying my new age but I definitely miss being on the minor bracket, though it's been only a week since I left 17. (Ironic, isn't it?)
So let me talk about the things I was up to, the day before the big day. I left home early to attend the meeting called for by one of my group mates. We were having troubles then with the film we were doing. It was the day before the supposed submission but it was unedited yet -- no dubbing, no voice over, no effects -- just raw files. (Shocks!) So we decided to do all of those after class which eventually was at 5:30 in the afternoon.
The next one hour was our preparations before we go to the editing place, which was my classmate's house.
As soon as we got there, we started downloading the software, converting the files, fixing the scripts and things like that. "After this, we may proceed with the editing then by at least 10 pm, we're done with this.", said one of my classmates. So I was confident that by 11, I'd probably be at home. I was wrong.
That damn conversion alone left us waiting for about 6 hours so we were able to start past 1 am. Since we were all awake at 12 mn, my group mates sang the bday song for me. (That's so sweet of them!) It was 6 in the morning, we were all sleepless, and we were not done yet. (How stressful!!!) We were rushing 'cause we'd have a class at 8:30. In short, we haven't finished the editing.
I left them, still editing, for me to take a bath and change my uniform. (I was the only who was not able to change to casual 'cause I got the farthest home among them, so I really needed to go ahead of them and wear in another set. Hugas kamay..hhaha). ( I don't know If I still make sense:-I ). So I got home, stayed for about 40 minutes then went to school for my class. I haven't seen anyone of my group mates that time.
Basically, I was alone after my first class and I got like a four-hour break. I went to my Auntie's house to spend sometime with her, she treated me for lunch as her bday gift to me. Then I went back to school at 2:30 pm. After class at 4, I met again with my group mates to go on with the editing, We stayed until 10 but still, we were not able to get rid of it.
So to cut the long story short, I reached home at 10:30 pm. It was only then that I found time to celebrate my birthday -- when everyone in the house was already sleeping..hhahah. I was eating salad my Aunties have prepared for me, while reading the wall posts and text messages I got from my loved ones. The next day, I saw the cup of melted salad right in front of me. I didn't notice my eyes closed themselves that night, eventually leading me to a melodious sleep.
So let me talk about the things I was up to, the day before the big day. I left home early to attend the meeting called for by one of my group mates. We were having troubles then with the film we were doing. It was the day before the supposed submission but it was unedited yet -- no dubbing, no voice over, no effects -- just raw files. (Shocks!) So we decided to do all of those after class which eventually was at 5:30 in the afternoon.
The next one hour was our preparations before we go to the editing place, which was my classmate's house.
As soon as we got there, we started downloading the software, converting the files, fixing the scripts and things like that. "After this, we may proceed with the editing then by at least 10 pm, we're done with this.", said one of my classmates. So I was confident that by 11, I'd probably be at home. I was wrong.
That damn conversion alone left us waiting for about 6 hours so we were able to start past 1 am. Since we were all awake at 12 mn, my group mates sang the bday song for me. (That's so sweet of them!) It was 6 in the morning, we were all sleepless, and we were not done yet. (How stressful!!!) We were rushing 'cause we'd have a class at 8:30. In short, we haven't finished the editing.
I left them, still editing, for me to take a bath and change my uniform. (I was the only who was not able to change to casual 'cause I got the farthest home among them, so I really needed to go ahead of them and wear in another set. Hugas kamay..hhaha). ( I don't know If I still make sense:-I ). So I got home, stayed for about 40 minutes then went to school for my class. I haven't seen anyone of my group mates that time.
Basically, I was alone after my first class and I got like a four-hour break. I went to my Auntie's house to spend sometime with her, she treated me for lunch as her bday gift to me. Then I went back to school at 2:30 pm. After class at 4, I met again with my group mates to go on with the editing, We stayed until 10 but still, we were not able to get rid of it.
So to cut the long story short, I reached home at 10:30 pm. It was only then that I found time to celebrate my birthday -- when everyone in the house was already sleeping..hhahah. I was eating salad my Aunties have prepared for me, while reading the wall posts and text messages I got from my loved ones. The next day, I saw the cup of melted salad right in front of me. I didn't notice my eyes closed themselves that night, eventually leading me to a melodious sleep.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Hodgepodge: Pa-try
Today, I decided to update this blog with things I'm not sure a reader would love to read.
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I actually enjoyed our recollection last September 16. It was probably the best I ever had so far. The speaker was very persuasive and jolly. He imbued us with a lot of lessons we could apply in our lives. He also restated the "Law of attraction", first introduced to us by our former professor. Even before, I really feel a sort of a mystery behind this. I don't really know what it is but I get goosebumps every time I hear someone discussing it. There could be really something in it.
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Last September 19, I would say, was the worst episode I could ever imagine in our class. Professor shouting, embarrassing one of my classmates, preaching us, giving us a hard quiz, making us stand from our seats and things like that -- It was hell-like actually. We spent about an hour and a half of sermon. One of my classmates mistakenly approached our professor in the corridor, trying to get his permission to be out from his class for an extra-curricular activity. The professor felt like he was disrespected. The same professor went very mad then the rest was history.
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Yesterday, was the PART II of the abovementioned story. We had another fierce encounter with the same professor. This time, another classmate stirred the hornet's nest. She went inside the professor's class not wearing her school uniform. Ouch! I just hope that this professor and our class will meet halfway, before the sem ends or before it's too late.
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I searched for " SPACE BOUND" lyrics last night. It was the newest song I know from Eminem. What now? Well, I myself don't know. I just like it, despite the traditional Eminem's f/s words (u knw). It deals about space. While Eminem is trying to narrow the space between him and his someone, here I am trying to widen the space between myself and the stress I feel as the final exam approaches like a whirlwind. Anu pa rin connect? Di ko pa din alam. rofl:-p
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Chaotic Production
Camera rolling in 5,4,3,2... You're on!
Words signalling the start that made the next fifteen minutes a total chaos.
I'm talking about our first LIVE TV PRODUCTION that served as our midterm exam in BC 102 class. I was designated to be the mixer (I don't really know how to explain this, but all I could say is that he's the one responsible for the different camera angles you see when you watch TV). It was quite thrilling for all of us since that was the first time we went on a live prod with all the actual equipment in our hands.
I could never forget the pressure, my tantrums and the misunderstandings I had with some of my classmates before that big day. It's good that we were able to handle those problems, probably because we're matured enough (?)
It's also good that we have an understanding professor who did not and does not expect a lot from us, at least in the field of live production. "At first, it's a chaos then as you acquire experiences, the chaotic experience becomes lesser and lesser", he said and I trust him.
"Cut" said the professor and so our midterm exam had ended. We left the AVR, setting our minds for the finals.
Words signalling the start that made the next fifteen minutes a total chaos.
I'm talking about our first LIVE TV PRODUCTION that served as our midterm exam in BC 102 class. I was designated to be the mixer (I don't really know how to explain this, but all I could say is that he's the one responsible for the different camera angles you see when you watch TV). It was quite thrilling for all of us since that was the first time we went on a live prod with all the actual equipment in our hands.
I could never forget the pressure, my tantrums and the misunderstandings I had with some of my classmates before that big day. It's good that we were able to handle those problems, probably because we're matured enough (?)
It's also good that we have an understanding professor who did not and does not expect a lot from us, at least in the field of live production. "At first, it's a chaos then as you acquire experiences, the chaotic experience becomes lesser and lesser", he said and I trust him.
"Cut" said the professor and so our midterm exam had ended. We left the AVR, setting our minds for the finals.
Friday, September 9, 2011
Life goes on...
Life goes on, life goes on, life goes on...
You sucked me in and played my mind
Just like a toy you would crank and wind
Baby, I would give til you wore it out
You left me lying in a pool of doubt
If you’re still thinkin’ you’re the daddy mac
You should’ve known better but you didn’t and I can’t go back
Oooh, life goes on, and it’s only gonna make me strong
Its a fact, once you get on board say goodbye cuz you can’t go back
Oooh, it’s a fight, and I really wanna get it right
Where I’m at, is my life before me, got this feeling that I can’t go back
Life goes on, life goes on, life goes on...
Wish I knew then what I know now
You held all the cards and sold me out
Baby, shame on you if you fooled me once,
Shame on me if you fooled me twice
You’ve been a pretty hard case to crack
I should’ve known better but I didn’t and I can’t go back
Oooh, life goes on, and it’s only gonna make me strong
Its a fact, once you get on board say goodbye cuz you can’t go back
Oooh, it’s a fight, and I really wanna get it right
Where I’m at, is my life before me, got this feeling that I can’t go back
Na na na na na life goes on, na na na na na made me strong
Got a feeling and I can’t go back
Life goes on (and it’s only gonna make me strong)
Life goes on and on and on
Shame on you if you fooled me once,
Shame on me if you fooled me twice
You’ve been a pretty hard case to crack
I should’ve known better but I didn’t and I can’t go back
Oooh, life goes on, and it’s only gonna make me strong
Its a fact, once you get on board say goodbye cuz you can’t go back
Oooh, it’s a fight, and I really wanna get it right
Where I’m at, is my life before me, got this feeling that I can’t go back
Na na na na na life goes on, na na na na na made me strong
Whoa, yeah
Got a feeling and I can’t go back... (http://www.lyrics007.com/LeAnn%20Rimes%20Lyrics/Life%20Goes%20On%20Lyrics.html)
You sucked me in and played my mind
Just like a toy you would crank and wind
Baby, I would give til you wore it out
You left me lying in a pool of doubt
If you’re still thinkin’ you’re the daddy mac
You should’ve known better but you didn’t and I can’t go back
Oooh, life goes on, and it’s only gonna make me strong
Its a fact, once you get on board say goodbye cuz you can’t go back
Oooh, it’s a fight, and I really wanna get it right
Where I’m at, is my life before me, got this feeling that I can’t go back
Life goes on, life goes on, life goes on...
Wish I knew then what I know now
You held all the cards and sold me out
Baby, shame on you if you fooled me once,
Shame on me if you fooled me twice
You’ve been a pretty hard case to crack
I should’ve known better but I didn’t and I can’t go back
Oooh, life goes on, and it’s only gonna make me strong
Its a fact, once you get on board say goodbye cuz you can’t go back
Oooh, it’s a fight, and I really wanna get it right
Where I’m at, is my life before me, got this feeling that I can’t go back
Na na na na na life goes on, na na na na na made me strong
Got a feeling and I can’t go back
Life goes on (and it’s only gonna make me strong)
Life goes on and on and on
Shame on you if you fooled me once,
Shame on me if you fooled me twice
You’ve been a pretty hard case to crack
I should’ve known better but I didn’t and I can’t go back
Oooh, life goes on, and it’s only gonna make me strong
Its a fact, once you get on board say goodbye cuz you can’t go back
Oooh, it’s a fight, and I really wanna get it right
Where I’m at, is my life before me, got this feeling that I can’t go back
Na na na na na life goes on, na na na na na made me strong
Whoa, yeah
Got a feeling and I can’t go back... (http://www.lyrics007.com/LeAnn%20Rimes%20Lyrics/Life%20Goes%20On%20Lyrics.html)
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Nova
Well, this semester has started firing its bullets to us and although I am expecting this kind of toxic sked as I climb the AB Comm ladder, I still really find it difficult to adjust my slate just to squeeze in the "tons of projects" we need to submit before finals...hay!
Just last week, feeling celebrity daw kami. We did our shooting for the mini-film in our Humanities class. I then realized that being a celebrity is very tedious and at the same time, kakapayat..hahahh. Since this is a class production, tipid mode kami...we just selected locations and sets na hindi masyadong expensive, and because of that, we needed to run like meows and arfs under a heavy rain just to go on with the shooting. palipat-lipat din kami ng location at paikot-ikot pa..kakahilo...then we needed to change clothes depending on what a particular scene would require.
The main scenes were shot in my classmate's apartment. (kakatakot) Well, I felt like the ambiance was perfect for an improvised horror film, I don't know.
"Pack-up na", said one of my classmates. At last! that was the most wonderful word I heard that day. Just when I got home, I took my dinner, bathed myself, then went to sleep. Anyway, I thanked my classmates for being very participative. We finished shooting the film in two days...(kahit hollywood di kya yun...lols).
Another page has been turned...more to go...
Just last week, feeling celebrity daw kami. We did our shooting for the mini-film in our Humanities class. I then realized that being a celebrity is very tedious and at the same time, kakapayat..hahahh. Since this is a class production, tipid mode kami...we just selected locations and sets na hindi masyadong expensive, and because of that, we needed to run like meows and arfs under a heavy rain just to go on with the shooting. palipat-lipat din kami ng location at paikot-ikot pa..kakahilo...then we needed to change clothes depending on what a particular scene would require.
The main scenes were shot in my classmate's apartment. (kakatakot) Well, I felt like the ambiance was perfect for an improvised horror film, I don't know.
"Pack-up na", said one of my classmates. At last! that was the most wonderful word I heard that day. Just when I got home, I took my dinner, bathed myself, then went to sleep. Anyway, I thanked my classmates for being very participative. We finished shooting the film in two days...(kahit hollywood di kya yun...lols).
Another page has been turned...more to go...
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Learning from RP's Media elite
Excited, joyful, curious -- Past 5 in the morning of August 13, these were all I was like as we were riding on that van heading to Ateneo De Manila University for the 6th ICCS Media convention which is one of the biggest conferences annually delegated by communication students all over the country.
This year's theme is " Dissecting ethical standards in multimedia journalism " and the guest speakers were no less than the country's giants in journalism so I got really interested in attending.
Our van arrived at the venue and as we expected, the participants were all piled up outside for the registration. (pictorial session na din for some). Few minutes later, we were given the signal to enter the theater. Inside, people were like ants roaming around until the funny hosts grabbed their microphones and formally started the program.
First on the line of speakers was Maki Pulido of GMA 7 who talked about making a documentary. She said we don't need to actually do a lot of voice over to guide the viewers in deciphering what's happening in the film. In fact, she said we only need to follow the subject and the subject will lead us to the core of the story with all the necessary emotions and elements we need. (the video will speak for itself, sabi nga).
Next was Nonoy Espina, Senior editor of INTERAKSYON.COM TV5 who discussed about social media ethics. Well basically, he explained the code of ethics in print journalism as they are just the same with online journ. However, he added the advantages of online journalism such as interactivity and user-friendliness of sites.
Just before lunch time, a man with a very authoritative voice went up the stage. He was Ed Lingao, the multimedia desk editor of the PHILIPPINE CENTER FOR INVESTIGATIVE JOURNALISM (PCIJ). (Kaya pala [thunder-voiced?] sya). His lecture was very interesting. He said that in journalism, we need to take a vow of poverty but we do not really have to take a vow of chastity. (well, sinesearch ko pa din meaning nito). Furthermore, he let us know the different tricks that reporters are using to make their reports stirring and attention getting. (they're so funny pramis...lols)
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After lunch, it was Anthony Taberna's turn (ABS-CBN). I badly wanted to hear his lecture but I didn't know what two of my classmates have made me eat that I decided to join them in their pictorial. (grabe ung isa kung mkpg-strike ng pose tapos hanep sa pag-eemote yung isa...lols). Anyway, it was good he went overtime so we heard him still. His topic was Ethics in radio. Hindi naman daw dapat magmura 'pag nagco-comment sa radyo. Dapat din daw sundin yung code of ethics nung kumpanya kung saan ka nagtatrabaho. He admitted though that most of the time, he couldn't avoid commenting on news he is reporting though the same is supposed to be factual and free from opinion. (pumunta pa man din kami sa gilid nung stage pra mgpa-picture, ng-stay sya backstage).
The speaker that I was most excited about was Maria Ressa, former head of ABS-CBN NEWS AND PUBLIC AFFAIRS and is now based in Singapore, writing a book. She flew from Singapore early that morning just to speak in front of us. (fascinating). She talked about changing the Philippine Media landscape from the traditional to what is inherent now, the citizen journalism -- one that involves the public and the citizens. She's really very intelligent and friendly (as well as the others, pero geeky daw sya sabi nya).
The last one was no other than the publisher of the Philippine Daily Inquirer (PDI), Isagani Yambot. He is an old man with a great sense of philosophical wisdom. He emphasized the words of his friend, Joseph Pulitzer (they're both known publisher): ACCURACY, ACCURACY, ACCURACY which made me remember my former professor to whom I heard these for the first time. She told us back then that whatever we do in the media industry must have these words for they reflect our credibility as information-carriers.
Past 5 in the evening, the same day, we left the venue. Still excited for I really want to put into practice all the things I learned and the challenges they left to us; Still joyful because of the new experiences I had; and curious still because I want to learn more about all these principles. Anyway, I believe that was one of the most worthwhile seminars I've attended to and it's worth the pay. "first time kong nakinig sa lahat ng speakers at first time ko din na hindi nakatulog", said one of my classmates. I agree.
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