That moment .
Saturday, April 26, 2014
IT WAS just a social network, a way of connecting people from the different parts of this world, but as I said it “was”.
It has been an addiction, a part of people’s everyday lives, and basically it had been included to Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs, at the bottom.
Seven billion of human beings live in this round world and with that number almost half of it has a Facebook, Twitter, Google and even Instagram accounts.
Facebook. It allows anyone of all ages to create a free account in one click away. One can now freely make and add friends to anyone in this globe, take pictures and then upload it and tag friends, gain likes and receive comments from different virtual people you know, share “what’s on your mind”, like and share ideas and the worst of all, because it is public and anytime we can hack and block accounts, you make fun to anyone you want, and this is the saddest part, making fun and distorting information.
With that number of FB users, do we know how many of those discern filtering? How many of those understand the concept of privacy? Do we know how many of those know thinking before clicking? Perhaps we should and we should learn how to be media literate.
Being media literate is being able to understand the information that is being fed and delivered. Being media literate is being able to properly disseminate information you know and being able to filter information and understand the idea of privacy.
People had come to abuse their freedom to say anything and do anything they want thru the internet. And Facebook has become an arena of bullying and slapstick entertainment.
It has become the negative of what it is supposed to be. It has become a social issue that distorted the beauty of social networking which is supposed to be a good channel of information.
Eliminating Facebook or the cybercrime law is not a solution. Media Literacy and responsible use of social media is the answer.
Think before clicking, that it would not distort the information being laid, the thought that is being delivered.
Think before clicking that it would not probably be misinterpreted.
Think before clicking that you are sharing a thought that is worth reading to.
Think before clicking that it would not create conflicts to others.
Let us try to be responsible with our use in social media because the next thing we know, that piece of information or thought we shared could be used against us.
Let us know how important privacy is because the next thing you know, that piece of information becomes a public consumption and worst, what is used-to-be a rumor becomes a fact. And we don’t like that.
This is never new; a campaign in responsible usage of social media was made three years ago by the GMA network. It’s not too late, don’t just spread the hashtag we know but be the change too.
This is not a story of how wheels work on a car, a tricycle, a bus, a cab and the likes.
This is also not a story of accidents that happens on the road.
Well, this is a simple accolade and respect to the people who brings us to where we wanna go. This is a simple giving of gratitude to the people whose livelihood is to bring people to their destination soundly and safely.
This very day is offered to all drivers on the road, to all drivers eating in a carenderia, to all drivers waiting patiently for his passengers, to all drivers who rests in a shade and drinking cola, to all drivers whose radios are on, and to all humble, honest and law-abiding drivers.
Once, I interviewed a “sikad” driver (Manong Jun, not his real name), “Kung ma-tsambahan, maka 300 mi isa ka adlaw, walay pahulay na, buntag, udto, hapon, gabie”.
And then, a taxi driver (Manong Lito), “ang uban mo-ingon nga mahal kaayo jud ang taxi, pero wala sila kabalo kung pila rasab amoang kita ani, naa pay renta, adlaw-adlaw magbayad, pila nalang ang mabilin sa amu-a”.
Could one see how much do their hardwork pay them? They get paid by their hardwork, yes, but it’s lower than their worth, it’s lower than we thought.
A blog tackling about public drivers says, “That’s their life, that’s just the way it is”. Exactly, this just depicts and indicates how life is so unfair.
They get the rants of the passengers about their act of being “kaskasero” and the traffic problems of course. They get the angry bursts of the passengers about fare control and fare increases. They just have to listen, listen and listen.
They also suffer minor diseases that would lead to major ones, aside from they are exposed to dusts every minute of their life and to the scorching heat of the sun, they also suffer in physical injuries, mostly “pamaol” and “stiff necks”.
These are just simple facts about how a driver does his living. These are just the few language of how they feel.
Let’s hear them for a change. Let us try to fit in their shoes. Let us try to feel their grounds. Let us try to see what’s behind their wheels. We don’t see what’s coming, the next thing we knew our public drivers will be paid equally to what their worth is.
Saturday, April 12, 2014
AN INSTRUCTOR told us once before we have to take the summer internship, “You’re gonna get a taste of real life.”
Having mixed feelings, I still find it hard to believe where I am now; sitting inside an office with media people, hearing these keyboards click, walking with the senior writers, talking with them, and being exposed to different events here in Davao, then thinking of the right words to be used in the headlines, organizing the ideas, experiencing these with co-interns, beating deadlines, and most of all being overloaded with information.
Writing is never easy. Your pen never works alone. You have to listen, listen and listen. You cannot just write anything in that piece of paper or click your keyboard until words come out unorganized and appears to be nonsensical.
Writing is never easy. You have to know the source of that information, and never believe “hearsays”. You have to have basis.
Before you can write you have to wear out yourself first. You have to do the leg-works, literally. You have to do the talking and all questioning of all your queries. And most of all you have to be familiar with the place. You should know people. You should know names, should know their backgrounds and most of all you should be curious intelligently.
Writing is never easy. You should not assume your readers know these certain word. You should use words carefully.
You should also consider media rules and ethics.
Writing is never easy. You should scrupulously interpret the news and not distort facts to deliver it to your readers in the proper way. You should filter words. You should be objective. You should try to be neutral.
And I am talking about writing news. And I am talking about the different “real” my instructor is referring to. And I am talking about my first week in Sun.Star. To top it all I am talking about the taste I had in my first week.
This is just the first step. I know I can step higher after this stage. I know I can be learning more through my internship, there are more than 200 hours left. Until I really get the true taste of real life, disregarding its bitterness and savoring its sweetness, the glory of bylines and the satisfaction of reading your own work on that piece of paper being distributed around the city.
The Vhong Navarro-Deniece Cornejo- Cedric Lee issue could have been better and easier to figure out who among them is telling the truth if and only if the supposed to be “security” guards and the “peace-keeping” and “crime-soldiers” polices of this country were doing what they have to do, and do their real jobs as how the society called them.
The Forbeswood Heights Condominium building is a private one. It is composed of __ security guards, which are supposed to be guardians of the place, to prevent danger and cause peace and harmony and good service to their settlers. There are many closed-circuit-televisions (CCTV) built around the vicinity, some of them are hidden for safety purposes.
In the first place these guards should act as real guards. In real talk, they should have asked their settler, Ms. Cornejo why Mr. Navarro’s hands were tied, why his face is so wounded, and why he looked freshly beaten up obviously by those 6 men who accompanied her. It is their right as guards of the building. It is their work to ensure what is happening inside the building that is “suspicious” enough. And one more thing, do they don’t know Mr. Navarro considering that he is very prominent. Considering that he is a celebrity. If I were the guard, I would approach him and have my shirt autographed, or if I were a male guard, I would approach him and ask him and his companions because it’s my job, I am a guard, I have to protect something and prevent something from escaping, and be a keen observer and curious about everything around my area.
Unless, they were given envelopes and were literally enveloped by the alleged suspects.
The Southern Police District is composed of __ armed police. When Mr. Vhong Navarro arrived and is obviously beaten to his face and condition. Mr. Navarro even asked the station to wash his beaten and wounded face to their sink. How come they didn’t ask Mr. Navarro further about his situation? Moreover, another real talk, they are polices. They enforce correct behavior, and maintain organized law and order. Do they just let Mr. Navarro clean up his own face without interrupting to even ask him what has happened, again, considering the fact that he is a celebrity? And I only mean one thing, they are polices, they have the right and it is their job to question, question and question anyone who goes to their station.
Unless, they were given envelopes and were literally enveloped by the alleged suspects.
And this is always because, anyone is subject to change their mind, do the “don’ts” of their job if something very special is given to him/her. Unless they are the employees who follow, follow, and follow rules.
But what if they were just as ineffective as they really are? And what if they are just too lazy to ask, and too useless to be curious. Well, we don’t know. But as what we see in the mainstream media, the case is moving, and I hope these “peace-keeping-people” will finally do their real job and see the effect of their ineffectiveness.
Pero simple lang naman ang paggamit sa pluma.
Mahirap mag-isip nang tatalakayin.
Pero simple lang naman mag-isip ng mga idudugtong na mga salita. Simulan mo lang
Mahirap pakibagayan ang mga mambabasa.
Pero pakialam mo sa kanila?
Kalayaan mo yan.
Mahirap pero simple. Simple pero mahirap.
Nakaka-stress pa nga.
Pero hinding-hindi ito nakakapanghinayang.
Huwag na huwag mong hahayaang mag tae lang ng magtae ang plum among nalulumaan na.
Huwag na huwag mong hayaang mabulok ang tinta ng pluma mong binili pa sa National Book Store.
Huwag na huwang mong hayaang maubos ang tinta ng plum among ang classmate mo ang gumagamit.
Hayaan mong malayang makapagsulat ka gamit ang iyong pluming puno ng kaalaman, puno ng storya, puno ng matalinong opinyon, puno ng tintang magiging susi ng isang pagbabago.
Hayaan mong malayang maipahayag ang iyong mga saloobin gamit ang iyong plumang mas makapangyarihan pa kesa sa iyong boses.
Gamitin mo yan. Magsulat ka. Palayain mo ang mga salitang tila nagkukubli sa kaibuturan ng iyong puso, isipan, at kaluluwa.
At ngayon, alam kong may naiisip ka na.
#IsulatNaYan, at share din pag may time at pahiram din ng pen some time.
This is for you Kristel Tejada
For you whose life is sacrificed
For you whose right is deprived
For you whose future became a total blob
For you whose family offered almost a life
For you whose dreams were totally shattered
How would I start this?
Should I start from the causes?
Or should I start from the effects?
Should I start if you have gained the justice?
Or should I start how prejudiced our education system is?
Should I start how you opened every student’s eyes?
Or should I start to how your story would end?
I should say and I must say and I am obliged to say,
We are all equal
We are all given the right
To life, to education, to dream
Not the right to end one life
Kristel, you are supposed to be reading your notes and is getting ready for the hell week
And this day is supposed to be an ordinary day for all of us
You are supposed to be enjoying the rights you have and fight for those rights
And we are supposed to be reveled in our classrooms
This day is supposed to be an ordinary March 15.
But because of the wicked system and all your struggles
This day is commemorated for you, Kristel Tejada.
You were just one of the many who’s struggling
You were just one of the many whose mouths were just shut
You were just one of the many whose wallets were void.
But you were just the one who decided to end that life and right.
Your life became an inspiration to the students
But I wish, and I pray and I hope
Another Kristel Tejada should not be born
There should be no other Kristel Tejada who would end his life just because of the unjust imperfections of the educational system
There should be no other Kristel Tejada who would end his life but rather fight for his rights.
This is for you Kristel Tejada
Whose life became so tragic
Whose life revealed the true meaning if education.
It took two days when finally we had our feet in the grounds of Leyte. Right there in the grounds where Super Typhoon Yolanda poured its strongest storm. Right there in the grounds where you can see how cruel our environment could be.
We arrived at Tolosa, Leyte at 8 in the evening. “Ghost town”, it was the first words I thought seeing the place, it was so dark with scattered smog everywhere. But when the morning came, I just saw the most terrible a storm effect could be. Strong trees were still standing but no trace of leaves could be seen, houses were devastatingly ravaged, as if some giants stepped on it. There is no electricity and most of all water. And everything around you is destruction and it was all heartbreaking.
Through the relief operation our team had done in the different barangays of Tolosa I’ve heard stories of how Yolanda did everything what the people there are now. They lost their shelter, livelihood, properties and most of it, family members. They lost everything and definitely, they’d be back to zero and start a new life as if they were all beggars before. “Akala namin, katapusan na ng mundo, nagdasal nalang kami”, those were the few words of a survivor who lost her family.
In a positive thinking we could say they will recover from the pain and loss through the helping hands in the Earth. But if you’ll able to see what really has happened especially to those areas neglected by the media to reveal on the television, they will definitely be having a very difficult time in moving on and starting a new life, literally a hard time that it would probably take them 10 years to recover and have things be settled.
Life is but cruel. We are still given a second chance to rebuild ourselves and try to forget the destruction, and those were my words to enlighten them.
Aside from volunteering, it’s the least I could do as a Filipino who is concerned and has the heart in helping them, and I think everyone has.
Ang Kalendaryong walang patutunguhan
Calendar Shift. Pag-usapan muna natin ito dahil pinag-uusapan daw ito. (Well, di masyado pero sige na nga).
National issue, pero actually international din kasi ASEAN ang may pakana niyan.
Sabi ni VP for Finance ng mahal kong pamantasan, VP Alma Berowa, unang-una daw bakit kailangan nating ng sudden shift na ito? At bakit daw ba tayo susunod eh wala naman daw kailangang sundon, dahil walang order.
Bilang studyante, at parte ng stakeholder ng institusyon na ito, may pakialam ako sa bagay na ito, at malamang ikaw rin.
Bilang nakasanayan ng nagsisimula ang klase sa Hunyo, bakit pa kailangan pang baguhin at ilipat sa Agosto? Paano naman kaming mga studyante niyan? Sabi nila simple lang daw kasi nga simpleng pag move ng two months sa lahat ng university activities.
Simpleng pakinggan, aba’y nakakabahala naman. Huwag sabihing requirement ito sa pagiging “world-class” ngayong 2020? Lame masyado, I tell you.
Calendar Shift. Pangalawang tanong, ito ba ang naiisip nang ating gobyerno para sa quality education ng Pilipinas? Ito ba ang naiisip nilang paraan para sa mas epektibong edukasyon ng mga kabataang sana’y pag-asa ng bayan? Ito ba ang naiisip nilang solusyon sa mas marami pang problema sa edukasyon?
PNoy, aba’y pag-isipan sana. Hinaing ito ng isang iskolar ng bayan na naghahangad nga “development” hindi pagbabago ng academic calendar.
Last na ito, is it the calendar? Or the quality we are talking here.
Brainstorming din pag may time.#