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Ampatuan Massacre

I may have not mentioned this to anyone but there was once a time when I wanted to be a serious journalists. There also came a time when I had a real shot at it. This was way back in my college days when I was OJT-ing under Radyo Veritas. Radio has always been my first love. I loved the work. I got to hang around famous people, watch them, watch our field reporters interview them. It was awesome. It's actually one of the few enriching  moments of my life.

So there, on the last days of my OJT, I wanted them to hire me. Except that I had zero skills in typing back then and this is their first requirement. Everyone was kind enough to point that out to me, hahahaha! I promised the then editor-in-chief, Sir Danny that I will be back someday and I will be so good at typing it'll make their head spin. He said if I mastered the keyboard, there's a real chance that they will hire me.

Sir Melo, the station manager who obviously heard of my squashed attempt at getting hired, told me in confidence that if I wanted to work for them, I had to be ready. Journalists are being killed, more so under the Arroyo administration.

"Kung handa ka na mamatay sa ngalan ng trabaho then you can be a journalist" he said to me.

Of course, I was speechless.

I didn't take heed until a couple of years ago when Sir Danny told me one of their field reporters was shot dead right in front of their office. Needless to say I never came back.

I never became the big shot journalist that I dreamed of being. But that doesn't mean I don't recognize the importance of their work. I know what's at stake. It's an admirable job that was never meant for me.

Of course, this article is not about my own cowardice though it might seem like it is. It's about how 57 plus people were murdered in cold blood in Maguindanao. 27 of them are journalists while most are women, (one is even pregnant) who got raped and shot on the face and genitals. This issue is very close to my heart and I hope the perpetrators would burn in the seventh circle of hell.

The sadder thing is that there is an obvious cover-up, the suspects were close allies of President Arroyo. I believe that full justice will never be achieved. Nor will it ever make up for what the victims' families have lost.

Here's me taking a moment.

All We Really Need is a Hero

Good God, the tears... it won't stop!!!

Gosh, I haven't blogged for a while, have I? I've been busy these past few weeks. I was supposed to go back to the city today but I had to cancel because there was a death in the family. My dad's big brother, whom I just saw three weeks ago, died. He literally dropped dead. It's one of the most shocking news I heard all year especially because he showed no signs of having any form of illness. Haaay, it's so sad really. Though I'm not much of a fan of reunions with the relatives (a strange quirk of mine) I have to pay my respect. Especially since he was so nice to me.

I had to cancel every plans I had (oh, believe me, there were plans made) and I had to spend the week creating advance work to cover for me during the days that I will be away.It's just too bad because I was genuinely looking forward on drinking beer with the gang attending Rhae's birthday celebration.

Oh yes, I had an unsettling conversation with the boss. It happened during the time that idiot co-employee told me that our boss is having financial difficulty and he was let go. So my boss confirmed this and as it turns out, I'm the only employee he retained.

Isn't that scary?

He did insist that I had nothing to worry about and I'm not saying I'm worried. In fact, I'm strangely fine with everything at this point however, it makes me wonder what his new plans are. I think I haven't stressed the fact that I'm a giant nOOb so if the tasks he had in-store for me requires major brain cell usage I just might falter, hahahaha!

BTW, I did seal the raket I was talking about. So far it has been crazy. The topics do not help, freakin' insurance stuff. Not only are the topics hard to research (which consequently eats more than an hour off my allotted 4 hours working time which infuriates me since it means I have to cough up three full articles in less than three hours), writing these articles were mind-numbingly dull. Half the time I'm struggling to know what the fuck is going on because I could not understand the things being tackled on my research. Sometimes I'm wondering if it's even worth the money. I mean I know I did it because I had to pony up money for my sister but seriously.

I'm giving this gig until next month. Hopefully the quota will ease up but if not, well, I will quit.

Oh yes, here's another funny incident with the raket guy. He let go three people two days after I started working for him. Two were writers while I think the other guy is a graphic designer, I don't know. So we were seven then and now it's down to four, the raket guy included. That's not the juicy bit.

One guy who got fired sent everyone an email appealing to all Flip workers (I think we were all from Philippines anyways) under the raket guy to ask for advance payment before working for him. Most amusing is raket guy's testy response explaining what really happened. Now, during that time I didn't really give a shit especially since the situation had nothing to do with me. In fact, I had a good laugh over it. I might be a tad worried now but from what I've seen, I don't think he's the kind of guy who would rip people off. So there.

Quite a week, wouldn't you say?

I had the strangest dream last night. I was in a band and we were performing to a huge crowd. I had a solo and performed a cover of the classic Michael Jackson hit, Black or White... on harmonica. Can you imagine that? Black or White on harmonica, wtfh? Don't worry, Slash would've been proud of my rendition, hahahah!

Now I can't get the song out of my head.

In Mourning

Girl: (looks at me from head to toes) Wow, all black!

Me: Yes, I'm in mourning.

Girl: Mourning the loss of what?

Me: Mourning the loss of my social life.

My much shorter do' makes its debut

"I even like it when they’re wet and you smell them all warm like a baked good."

-Sarah Jessica Parker, on changing her twin daughters' diapers

I was just on the phone talking to Krissy. Turns out her pseudo-quasi boyf our mutual friend, Totoy Bato got his visa approved a few minutes ago and will be Germany-bound tomorrow. After that, he'll embark on a ten-hour cross-country trip to be with her.

Isn't that romantic? Just when you thought nobody does that anymore, you hear stories like this. It's kinda heartwarming, even for me. I love their story. It's not unlike whole Ese and Joey (played by Jolina and Marvin, respectively) Gimik love team circa 1996. Except this one was five years in the making.

I'm happy for them though I'm sad that I won't get to see them for a long, long time. It's just unfortunate that we never had that stupid steak dinner, haaay. Bon Voyage, Totoy Bato!

Here's me trying my darnedest not be turn absolutely green and blue at the same time.

Busy Bee

I've become so busy lately that I can barely spend an hour away from a freakin' monitor. My boss returned just in time to tell me that he likes my work still. I've also began looking for a part-time job because my sister is making me pay for something to the tune of 15 grand. Totally huge. I guess this means I won't be making any grand comeback to the city next year.

Hay.

So far there's one prospective client. But since it took him forever to respond to my email, I wasn't able to talk to him on Skype. I'm hoping that I didn't lose the chance altogether (the guy said he'll be unavailable in the following days cuz he'll be on vacation, so there's no way of telling whether or not I blew it) otherwise I'm going to have to try harder to find another part-time gig.

Punyeta. I'm so tired, I fucking need a drink. Come to think of it, it's been a while since I had a beer. Oh, the things we take for granted.

Boy: I find you very pretty.
Me: My God.
Boy: That was a compliment :)
Me: Seriously, you want me to block you?
Boy: For sending you smileys?
Me: No, for grossing me out.