I got a segment at TV5's primetime newscast, Aksyon, which airs weekdays, 6 to 6:45pm... it's called Happy News. I can't actually call it MY segment because I'm not even a segment producer... I'm just a story supervisor editing scripts and checking the output, and the reporters cover the story... but anyway, it's basically about stuff that's gonna make our viewers smile. :) Here are the stories we already aired in that segment:
* ROMANTIC PHILIPPINES (by Kaye Imson) - Philippines was awarded the Most Romantic Destination by a Chinese publication. They based this on a survey. Kaye scouted the country for stories of tourists and Pinoys who fell in love in our tourist attractions. :)
* PUPPIES SAVED (by France Noguera) - a woman saves 7 puppies in the middle of a huge fire in San Juan. Her mom-in-law got mad at her because they almost didn't save any clothes. But for the heroine, the puppies were more important because they also have lives.
* FOLDABOTS (from Pilipinas News, voiced by Laila Chikadora) - a really brilliant Pinoy artist invented robots that can be cut out of paper. Just don't let Marky play them, and they'll stay good as new. ;p
* KAWAYAN FOOD (by Laila Chikadora) - it's about food that's made of labong that's not just gata or sauteed or whatever. Filbamboo makes interesting concoctions out of the bamboo shoot... and gives livelihood options, too.
* BELLY GOOD PROGRAM (by France Noguera) - by far my favorite story. DOH has this Belly Good Program, which rewards people for losing weight. Now, the officials will take the challenge (imagine Sec. Enrique Ona and Asec. Eric Tayag with waistlines ranging from 80 to 90 inches in 6 months! Now that's cool!)
* BIRDS OF PREY KINGDOM (by MJ Marfori) - kids used to think of the brahminy kite eagle or lawin as dangerous, man-eating creatures. But here, the lawin can be a friend and a playmate.
* PINOYS INVITED TO OBAMA'S INAUGURATION (by Jun Loyola) - I don't even know if Pnoy's invited to Obama's inauguration after being reelected U.S. President. But four kids from Reedley Int'l School are, and they're making the country proud.
* PINOY AMONG 22 TO FLY TO OUTER SPACE IN 2014 (by Paolo Bediones) - next year, 22 ordinary people will be given the chance to fly to outer space. One Pinoy is already assured of a ticket. Who can that be? ;p
Supervising these kinds of stories can be "brain-freezing" at times. The writing requirement in TV5 isn't so "news-y" like that of the other networks. Our rule is write to video, make it "jologs," make it sound as if it came from a tabloid. And when it's a feature story, it has to be FUN and not sound so PR. As in! And the bosses expect so much from Happy News. 0_o But I admit, the first week I spent handling Happy News has been... fun. :) When I was in high school, my journalism teacher told me I'm gonna flourish in features. I thought I was kind of "demoted." But now, I understand that it's actually the feature stories that SHOULD bring in ratings.
Tomorrow I'm gonna post stuff that I want covered for Happy News. :) Hihi.
God bless and Happy Friday!
(Geese, I just realized that it's already Friday!)
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Monday, January 14, 2013
Pity? Or Maybe I Can Just Relate 0_o
I couldn't even start by counting the days when this person has been away, 'cause I've lost track. I kinda know how desperate he already is, what with the spate of exclusives from the other networks, which they got through lots of support from their superiors and other divisions... and he's got... nothing. Just the basics. It could've been the make or break in his career. And right now, it's like veering on the worse part. And I couldn't even help but notice that he seems as if he's on the verge of tears whenever we talk. Or, maybe, he was actually already weeping. It's so hard being out there, technically not knowing anybody, being far away from the people who meant a lot and care for you.
Brings me back to the time when I was on the field myself, though my case is different. Middle of a big story, then someone calls that you need to pull out because no one's writing at base. 'Twas an act that's a bit hard to pull off for two reasons: the story and all the people looking at you while you exit.
And yeah, when I was a student, when interviews get approved but at the appointed time, the subject suddenly plays hide and seek. The feeling when you wanted to rain all hell on the person, only to be sidetracked by the fact that you're doing it for the church....
Sighs. I wanted to help, but for now, it's just all encouragement that I can do. And yeah, prayers. The stories are in the neighboring provinces. But he's stuck in this one place because of... what, indecision? I dunno. I may not understand, or not have basis. But I can't help but think that it's kinda a demolition thing against him, 'cause he's been getting lots of praises lately.
But that's life. You get ups, and then you get a heavy "down" moment. But there's a God. He's bigger than all these downs. These are challenges to bring people even closer to Him, right? :)
God bless you, brother. You know who you are. Your "ate" will always be here to listen to you. :)
God speed.
Brings me back to the time when I was on the field myself, though my case is different. Middle of a big story, then someone calls that you need to pull out because no one's writing at base. 'Twas an act that's a bit hard to pull off for two reasons: the story and all the people looking at you while you exit.
And yeah, when I was a student, when interviews get approved but at the appointed time, the subject suddenly plays hide and seek. The feeling when you wanted to rain all hell on the person, only to be sidetracked by the fact that you're doing it for the church....
Sighs. I wanted to help, but for now, it's just all encouragement that I can do. And yeah, prayers. The stories are in the neighboring provinces. But he's stuck in this one place because of... what, indecision? I dunno. I may not understand, or not have basis. But I can't help but think that it's kinda a demolition thing against him, 'cause he's been getting lots of praises lately.
But that's life. You get ups, and then you get a heavy "down" moment. But there's a God. He's bigger than all these downs. These are challenges to bring people even closer to Him, right? :)
God bless you, brother. You know who you are. Your "ate" will always be here to listen to you. :)
God speed.
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
January 8 -- First Day of Work at 2013
Aksyon Breaking shift was very calm yesterday. I let my EP do her job: lineup stories and demand from the desk. 'Guess what? She got the same response that I always get. ;p Just then, our boss arrived and gave us chocolates (hihi). We aired our side. He aired his. That's when I learned Aksyon had quite a beating yesterday because of the meager stories. Darn. No matter how hard you try to prettify the storytelling, it all really still boils down to whether you have THE story or not.
Aksyon made me say, "Wow." Intro Bidyo, showbiz VOs, and the new Happy News segment. Entertainment and features. My usual assignments. I initially said, "Cool," then went on to take my 15-min. power nap. But when I started hitting the keyboards, it dawned on me. It's like my job's never gonna end! Four VOs only, but they felt like a lot yesterday! Blame it perhaps on my absences. Or maybe the pressure to come up with a better newscast. Or both. Then I had to do the ticker for T3. And then, just when I thought it's all never gonna end, I looked up and saw that, geese, 5pm palang pala. One hour to spare reviewing my work. :)
Prior to going to work, I had felt scared. Butterflies were making weird circles in my tummy. I thought I was never gonna make it. But I did. Hurrah! Though admittedly, I hadn't done my best. I was feeling too self-conscious! Later, I hope I do better. It's a big news day. We've got hourly on TV5. 'Hope the phone signals don't go down today. 0_o So help us, God.
BY THE WAY: 'Been trying, little by little, to incorporate some sort of diet in my lifestyle. ;p It's called portion control. Haha. Making sure I only have one cup of rice per meal, meat that's the size of my palm, and vegetables and fruits. It's only been a day since I tried but I'm already feeling the difference. I don't feel as bloated. And I excrete the dung from inside more easily, hehe. ;p
NEXT THING I WANNA DO: I really wanna go back to working out. But Daddy said I can't go back to my previous workout sched, which is a few minutes before going to work, because we found that it sabotages my back. 0_o Will explain later. ;p But for now, my plan (hopefully) is to just do it on weekends, in the gym out there that's just a few blocks away. I wanna start on Friday. Then I'll do it on Saturday and Sunday as well... at least there's something more to look forward to on weekends. ;p
IF GIVEN THE CHANCE: Inspired by Trish Roque's new hair color. Hehe. The hairdresser told me before that colored hair's gonna suit me. But we need to allot extra for that. For now, I need to scrimp a little on expenses 'cause I had a lot of absences. That'd surely reflect on my paycheck. 0_o
That's it for now. :) God speed. :)
Aksyon made me say, "Wow." Intro Bidyo, showbiz VOs, and the new Happy News segment. Entertainment and features. My usual assignments. I initially said, "Cool," then went on to take my 15-min. power nap. But when I started hitting the keyboards, it dawned on me. It's like my job's never gonna end! Four VOs only, but they felt like a lot yesterday! Blame it perhaps on my absences. Or maybe the pressure to come up with a better newscast. Or both. Then I had to do the ticker for T3. And then, just when I thought it's all never gonna end, I looked up and saw that, geese, 5pm palang pala. One hour to spare reviewing my work. :)
Prior to going to work, I had felt scared. Butterflies were making weird circles in my tummy. I thought I was never gonna make it. But I did. Hurrah! Though admittedly, I hadn't done my best. I was feeling too self-conscious! Later, I hope I do better. It's a big news day. We've got hourly on TV5. 'Hope the phone signals don't go down today. 0_o So help us, God.
BY THE WAY: 'Been trying, little by little, to incorporate some sort of diet in my lifestyle. ;p It's called portion control. Haha. Making sure I only have one cup of rice per meal, meat that's the size of my palm, and vegetables and fruits. It's only been a day since I tried but I'm already feeling the difference. I don't feel as bloated. And I excrete the dung from inside more easily, hehe. ;p
NEXT THING I WANNA DO: I really wanna go back to working out. But Daddy said I can't go back to my previous workout sched, which is a few minutes before going to work, because we found that it sabotages my back. 0_o Will explain later. ;p But for now, my plan (hopefully) is to just do it on weekends, in the gym out there that's just a few blocks away. I wanna start on Friday. Then I'll do it on Saturday and Sunday as well... at least there's something more to look forward to on weekends. ;p
IF GIVEN THE CHANCE: Inspired by Trish Roque's new hair color. Hehe. The hairdresser told me before that colored hair's gonna suit me. But we need to allot extra for that. For now, I need to scrimp a little on expenses 'cause I had a lot of absences. That'd surely reflect on my paycheck. 0_o
That's it for now. :) God speed. :)
Friday, January 4, 2013
First Week of 2013: Sick :(
Just as I was about to ponder on my 2013 resolutions when it hit me, really hard: I had a relapse.
I was sick during Christmas. Started from simple colds and a cough that became worse because of the freakin' cold inside the newsroom where I work. I had a full body warming massage, then I went to work the day after. Wrong move, I realized. My colds and cough didn't go away, and I had a few body aches, so they got worse. And now, here I am, facing the brunt of complete bed rest and, albeit partial, exclusion to my husband and my son, the people I love most. :(
But well, I guess some people are happy that I wasn't in the newsroom. These were the people who're insecure because one person got recognized allegedly because of me. Well, maybe they don't think they were insecure, but at least that's how they show themselves to other people. All I can say is that, I actually didn't do anything other than my job description to put that person to where he is now. He already has it, the talent, the eye for news, the skill to gather news. It's just how he tells it, which, I believe they already know so fully well, is my job as a story supervisor/producer.
Another thing: I absolutely don't favor him more than the other reporters when I do my lineup. You know me, guys. I'm easy to talk to. You tell me this person's got a report, go ahead, I'll give you a slug. But often, you don't have anything to give me. You even tell me to just go call the reporters straight. So that's what I do. And it always turns out that this reporter always has a story. What else could I do?
And by the way, I thought they should be the ones who should be happier that this guy's career is soaring....
Just really frustrates me to know that some people could be so insecure, they just can't deny it.
Gotta hit the sack again. :) Really wish I'd get well soon. Marky was asking for a hug, but his Daddy pulled him away, saying, "No, Mommy is sick." Gosh. This is getting so depressing.
Prayers really appreciated. So help me, God.
I was sick during Christmas. Started from simple colds and a cough that became worse because of the freakin' cold inside the newsroom where I work. I had a full body warming massage, then I went to work the day after. Wrong move, I realized. My colds and cough didn't go away, and I had a few body aches, so they got worse. And now, here I am, facing the brunt of complete bed rest and, albeit partial, exclusion to my husband and my son, the people I love most. :(
But well, I guess some people are happy that I wasn't in the newsroom. These were the people who're insecure because one person got recognized allegedly because of me. Well, maybe they don't think they were insecure, but at least that's how they show themselves to other people. All I can say is that, I actually didn't do anything other than my job description to put that person to where he is now. He already has it, the talent, the eye for news, the skill to gather news. It's just how he tells it, which, I believe they already know so fully well, is my job as a story supervisor/producer.
Another thing: I absolutely don't favor him more than the other reporters when I do my lineup. You know me, guys. I'm easy to talk to. You tell me this person's got a report, go ahead, I'll give you a slug. But often, you don't have anything to give me. You even tell me to just go call the reporters straight. So that's what I do. And it always turns out that this reporter always has a story. What else could I do?
And by the way, I thought they should be the ones who should be happier that this guy's career is soaring....
Just really frustrates me to know that some people could be so insecure, they just can't deny it.
Gotta hit the sack again. :) Really wish I'd get well soon. Marky was asking for a hug, but his Daddy pulled him away, saying, "No, Mommy is sick." Gosh. This is getting so depressing.
Prayers really appreciated. So help me, God.
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Back to Blogger... Before 2012 Ends :)
It's been so long since I last visited my blogsite... been having problems with it, it's been crashing PCs lately since the customizations aren't for Pinoy technology, hehe... but here goes, I've made it simpler and... yeah, I'll try my best to make it a point to blog here more often again. :)
It's been a year...of up, down, up-up-and-away, and down-under moments. :) It's been a year when I went face to face with the worst failure so far of my life, as well as my best strengths. It's been a year when I had my share of foolishness and then responsibility. It was a year when I was hit in the head really hard, but before that I had to deal with a lot of stumbles and falls.
As of press time, I'm trying my best to recuperate from illness caused by stress and environmental factors. Hope this one gets away soon before the year ends. I still need to catch up on the gift-giving, and I need to take care of my little son as well. :)
After New Year, I'll be planning for a music event for the death anniversary of my son, Cyrus. Still dunno how it's gonna be or what I'll be making out of it, but I'll consult my husband soon. Will surely need the help of some true friends out there.
See more of you Net guys soon!
God speed!
It's been a year...of up, down, up-up-and-away, and down-under moments. :) It's been a year when I went face to face with the worst failure so far of my life, as well as my best strengths. It's been a year when I had my share of foolishness and then responsibility. It was a year when I was hit in the head really hard, but before that I had to deal with a lot of stumbles and falls.
As of press time, I'm trying my best to recuperate from illness caused by stress and environmental factors. Hope this one gets away soon before the year ends. I still need to catch up on the gift-giving, and I need to take care of my little son as well. :)
After New Year, I'll be planning for a music event for the death anniversary of my son, Cyrus. Still dunno how it's gonna be or what I'll be making out of it, but I'll consult my husband soon. Will surely need the help of some true friends out there.
See more of you Net guys soon!
God speed!
Friday, July 6, 2012
Homesick... but how?
I just wanna go back home to a husband and my kids.
Baby Bunching-Bunching has been making eerie appeals lately. I told my mom. Of course, she wasn't too glad about it. No question about my wanting for us to be a family again. Who doesn't want their kids to have complete parents? But he's not exerting every effort possible for us to go back home to him. Nevertheless, I was already willing to exert every effort possible for us to go back home to him.
I fell asleep... and then, it struck me hard. REALLY hard. He's just gonna go with the flow. If we go back home to him, fine. If we DON'T, it will also be fine with him. I WAS the only one not fine about it. Marky will be fine without his dad... at least, for now.
The game plan? We WON'T go home unless he comes to fetch us. I'll wait... even if it takes forever. If Marky goes to school and he's still not fetching us, then maybe I'll just call or text him to attend those events where dads might need to attend. I just really wanna make sure that he REALLY loves me. So tired of the days when I was the blind lady doing everything for him. Guess he needs to prove that he REALLY WANTED us to be family. I'm so tired to just be present because I was with the flow. What if I wasn't? Would he go against the flow? Would he go through uncharted waters just for me?
I know when he gets to read this, he'll think that I don't understand him AGAIN. He'll think my mom is brainwashing me or anything. But no... nobody's telling me what to do this time. Remember, my mom got angered when I told her I wanna go back home to him? But this time, I don't care who's gonna get mad... I'm just gonna swallow my own damned pride and feelings....
So, what do I really want to happen? Here goes:
> I want us to be a family again, with our own abode, with our own means
> BUT, he needs to prove that he also wants us to be a family again, by all means
> No matter how long it takes, imma wait for him. If he fetches us, no matter what the circumstance, we'll go with him.
> If he doesn't fetch us, then it's time to focus on building a brand new home for me and my sons (yes, even that little angel we have in heaven). I don't wanna live forever in my childhood abode. I want to someday have a home where there's only me and Marky (and Cyrus), where I can cook the meals like I used to, where stuff will be organized as I want them to be organized, and where we'll follow schedules as I want them to be followed.
> Then, there's hoping that when we finally get to live in our own home, he will follow suit (he'll always be the dad of my kids and the man I'll love forever, after all)
So help me, God.
Baby Bunching-Bunching has been making eerie appeals lately. I told my mom. Of course, she wasn't too glad about it. No question about my wanting for us to be a family again. Who doesn't want their kids to have complete parents? But he's not exerting every effort possible for us to go back home to him. Nevertheless, I was already willing to exert every effort possible for us to go back home to him.
I fell asleep... and then, it struck me hard. REALLY hard. He's just gonna go with the flow. If we go back home to him, fine. If we DON'T, it will also be fine with him. I WAS the only one not fine about it. Marky will be fine without his dad... at least, for now.
The game plan? We WON'T go home unless he comes to fetch us. I'll wait... even if it takes forever. If Marky goes to school and he's still not fetching us, then maybe I'll just call or text him to attend those events where dads might need to attend. I just really wanna make sure that he REALLY loves me. So tired of the days when I was the blind lady doing everything for him. Guess he needs to prove that he REALLY WANTED us to be family. I'm so tired to just be present because I was with the flow. What if I wasn't? Would he go against the flow? Would he go through uncharted waters just for me?
I know when he gets to read this, he'll think that I don't understand him AGAIN. He'll think my mom is brainwashing me or anything. But no... nobody's telling me what to do this time. Remember, my mom got angered when I told her I wanna go back home to him? But this time, I don't care who's gonna get mad... I'm just gonna swallow my own damned pride and feelings....
So, what do I really want to happen? Here goes:
> I want us to be a family again, with our own abode, with our own means
> BUT, he needs to prove that he also wants us to be a family again, by all means
> No matter how long it takes, imma wait for him. If he fetches us, no matter what the circumstance, we'll go with him.
> If he doesn't fetch us, then it's time to focus on building a brand new home for me and my sons (yes, even that little angel we have in heaven). I don't wanna live forever in my childhood abode. I want to someday have a home where there's only me and Marky (and Cyrus), where I can cook the meals like I used to, where stuff will be organized as I want them to be organized, and where we'll follow schedules as I want them to be followed.
> Then, there's hoping that when we finally get to live in our own home, he will follow suit (he'll always be the dad of my kids and the man I'll love forever, after all)
So help me, God.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Homesick
Not yet done with my "Pamamaalam" series... but a lot has already happened.
Words that have been so carelessly said brought forth our separation. Now, I'm back to my childhood abode... with my son, Marky.
I kinda knew this was what our fallen son, Marky's late baby brother, had wanted... but apparently, not any more. It seems as if Cyrus didn't really want us to leave that house.
Indeed I missed our home. Admittedly, my childhood abode doesn't feel like home anymore... I feel more crazy there, more depressed, and more lazy.
I missed MY own cooking. I missed knowing where to find this or that around the house. And yes, I missed our big bed. I knew Marky missed them, too, though he seems to be enjoying, at the moment, living in a house with a bigger space.
In my childhood abode, I don't have to do the cooking because food's already cooked when we wake up. But really now, though I love my mom so much, I'm not always contented. Marky seems to be, too. Bumabawi lang sa multivitamins.
In my childhood abode, the CR is, well, dirty. That's to take it lightly. Every time I bathe or use the toilet, I always get the urge to pour Zonrox full-strength in the bowl. Most unfortunately, I have had loose bowels ever since we transferred home.
My husband has moved back. I wanted to, too. We have already made amends. They haven't yet with my parents. I know that's kinda wrong, but hey, to be really honest, I want - and need - my son to eat MY cooking, to do his bowel movements in a CLEAN environment again, and to be able to sleep in a BIG bed again.
Never mind the wide space. I'll do all I can to have the strength to bring him out on sunny mornings everyday. I need to make sure I wake up earlier now, so I'll get food cooked earlier, too.
Oh, Lord. Please help me decide. And then, please give me the courage to carry it out. And finally, please give the people around me the openness to accept whatever my decision will be.
AMEN.
Words that have been so carelessly said brought forth our separation. Now, I'm back to my childhood abode... with my son, Marky.
I kinda knew this was what our fallen son, Marky's late baby brother, had wanted... but apparently, not any more. It seems as if Cyrus didn't really want us to leave that house.
Indeed I missed our home. Admittedly, my childhood abode doesn't feel like home anymore... I feel more crazy there, more depressed, and more lazy.
I missed MY own cooking. I missed knowing where to find this or that around the house. And yes, I missed our big bed. I knew Marky missed them, too, though he seems to be enjoying, at the moment, living in a house with a bigger space.
In my childhood abode, I don't have to do the cooking because food's already cooked when we wake up. But really now, though I love my mom so much, I'm not always contented. Marky seems to be, too. Bumabawi lang sa multivitamins.
In my childhood abode, the CR is, well, dirty. That's to take it lightly. Every time I bathe or use the toilet, I always get the urge to pour Zonrox full-strength in the bowl. Most unfortunately, I have had loose bowels ever since we transferred home.
My husband has moved back. I wanted to, too. We have already made amends. They haven't yet with my parents. I know that's kinda wrong, but hey, to be really honest, I want - and need - my son to eat MY cooking, to do his bowel movements in a CLEAN environment again, and to be able to sleep in a BIG bed again.
Never mind the wide space. I'll do all I can to have the strength to bring him out on sunny mornings everyday. I need to make sure I wake up earlier now, so I'll get food cooked earlier, too.
Oh, Lord. Please help me decide. And then, please give me the courage to carry it out. And finally, please give the people around me the openness to accept whatever my decision will be.
AMEN.
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