I am a mixture of two racial flavors. My father came from the ethnic stock of domestic helpers and my mother from frugal industrialists. I was not born with blue pupils and was supposed to be born Chinky-eyed. It was not winter either when my parents celebrated the birth of my existence. I did not know myself, not until I saw my body-build—short, black-haired, and brown-skinned. The world filled with impartialities bestowed me my identity. I was told then that only one world was allotted for mankind, that only one domain was created for the offspring to multiply. However, the rays of the sun have shed luminousness. There is a third world, a world created by disparities. And no matter how often I close and open my eyes, the sun is too intense for the blatant fact. True, I am one of the 75 million who dwell in one of the 7,107 islands of a third world’s archipelago. Thanks be to Spaniards, Americans, and Japanese for giving me a nationality.
I am in a country where foreign elements are never out of the ordinary. I hate to say this but my nation is such a tail of world’s crouching tigers. Ask the children of today what they want to do in the future. Three among the five of them would long to go abroad. Forgive them if they see a faint hope in this land for they are just the adherents of their parents who are engineers or doctors by profession but are made to be servants of foreign men. See the penetration of Filipino Diaspora. Passports have become a primary stipulation, illegal agencies have sprouted, and marriage contracts across cultures have been an assurance of well-off future. Yet no one can blame these people going overseas for they still want to eat three times a day and sleep in serenity. Somehow, getting out of the country is such a revolt, a revolt for a turtle-like progress.
Look at the whole shebang. Notice the giants in their towers led by a midget whose obsession to power will never step down. Politics is what satiates their appetite to prime seat. Blood is no waste at all. And yet inequitable justice can easily efface the stain in the name of the murderers. 57 clean-handed lives were taken out through carnage by the people who think they are worthy enough to be called valiant leaders, 31 journalists were ceased to string out the truth, but more voices will be heard as much as screams have become earsplitting.
I am a Filipino. I feel outraged that my country has finally dislodged Iraq as the most dangerous country for journalists. I even once dreamt of becoming a potent catalyst for change, a watchdog of the irrational government. Yet a yellow backhoe would seem to have surrogated the swords of vindictive minds. Gunshots might not be heeded. But pen would still be the mightier; its blots will be as grimy as the plans of greedy.
These days, the streets have been botched up with placards of lies and pretenses. Notable faces of promise-makers are displayed on TV screens. Each of them has shattered millions of pesos to back up the mass campaigns. See how speedy the government projects are being finished, because these are where our taxes go, perhaps a portion. And to avoid fraudulent voting, election automation has marked off the scene. This will remove the potential for human cheating, just as how often our teachers remind us that cheating is a crime. Yet criminals ought to be in jail, not in the palace or session house. Sabotage in keyboards will make a lot of sense, as problems in chairs are not even yet resolved. Tricksters are wise, good enough to betray our reliance and delude our innocence.
It is going to be my first time to participate in the national elections. Yet it is never my first time to make a choice. Whether you are the great heroes’ son, real estate giant, gifted international lawyer, former president, religious leader, women rights advocate, tourism promoter, or a local lawmaker, trust is something I cannot just give easily even to my girlfriend. I once studied in an unfinished classroom, waited in the NSO for two days for an authenticated birth certificate, cried because of my stolen money, and for now, I hope to make even a bit of difference. Otherwise, I may pack my bags and line up for visa, just like what the six to seven million Filipinos did.
For once, I want to feel the way first-world citizens feel about their countries. I want to at least revitalize the principle of nationalism, just as when former President Carlos P. Garcia implemented the Filipino First Policy. At the end of the day, I want to see the short, black-haired, and brown-skinned citizens live with genuine Filipino identity.
Cheers to the 15th president of the Republic of the Philippines.
In line with the celebration of its 21st anniversary in devoting public service, the ABS-CBN Broadcasting Corporation Regional Network Group- Davao marked another historical year as it initiated the first Interschool News Casting Competition in the region which commenced officially late last year. The said competition was participated in by ten (10) tertiary schools in Davao region, each with three (3) representatives after a school level elimination was conducted in the respective institutions slated on separate days. Only twelve (12) contenders out of more or less 400 college students who joined the school auditions competed during the grand finals held at SM Activity Center last February 20, 2010.
USeP’s bet Janine Lou de Guzman, a fourth year Bachelor of Arts in English student, was among the twelve (12) chosen student newscasters who made it to the final match. Each of the finalists was given the opportunity to experience field reporting as well as TV news anchoring together with the anchors of the late afternoon’s local news program TV Patrol Southern Mindanao. All of them also underwent some workshops on news gathering and served as invitees in the network’s various radio broadcasts.
On the final round, the contenders were split up into three groups where De Guzman who belonged to the second group vied with others in delivering the news items in three languages namely: English, Filipino, and Visayan. They were judged according to the following criteria: Delivery – 35%; Pronunciation and Diction – 30%; Voice Quality – 15%; Appearance on Cam – 15%’ and Overall Impact – 5%. Students from Ateneo de Davao University, University of Mindanao, and Holy Cross of Davao Colleges emerged as first, second, and third placers, respectively. Only the champion will have a news casting stint with the network.
Prior to the grand finals, a semi-final playoff was held last January 21 and 22 at the same locale where the twelve favored finalists were chosen out of the thirty (30) contenders who were classified into brackets A and B. De Guzman who belonged to bracket B came out astonished as she was the last to be called to qualify for the final round. Prof. Rowena C. Nuera from the Language Department served as her coach.
i got busy for a trifle long time because of my "amenability quality". haha :D
it's 2010 and i hope this year will be a round-fruited year for all of us. and it's gonna be an important year for me because i'm going to take in my college diploma, such an evidence that i have been a good son to my parents (though they are physically unseeable), a good friend to my elementary, high school, and college friends, a good student to my teachers, mentors, instructors, and professors, a good citizen to Pinas, a good brother to my sibs, and above all, a good son to our Almighty God. *blushes* :D
so, may all of us receive a twofold increase of blessings. just continue to serve God and follow His will for us. :-)
I can't all the time put the blame on the outgrowing clout of technology. Without such, these pictures wouldn't be possible. Learning does not matter on distances. Cultural differences are not an incumbrance to attain what goes on inside the four corners of a classroom. This proves that learning is not confined.
That Korean cute boy is Jacob, my favorite student after Pakon finally stopped. Jacob and I truly have a bond, a bond that continues to strengthen abridging our divergencies.