11:50 p.m. June 3 (Sunday)
Soria Moria Hotel
Voksenkollveien, Oslo
I arrived in Oslo yesterday (Saturday) via Munich, Germany, at 5:30 in the afternoon local time. From Moscow I got off the plane in Munich, pass through the EU immigration check and transferred to a smaller plane to Oslo. Travel time to Munich from Moscow took almost three hours, from Munich to Oslo was over two hours. I was surprised that there was no immigration check anymore in Oslo. So that's what being part of the EU all about.
I had to change US$100 to the local currency (kroner) at an automated machine outside the airport terminal. The exchange rate was $1 to 5 kroner. I then look for a map and asked for direction from the information kiosk. I was worried, I don't know a thing about Oslo and there was nobody to meet me because it was a weekend. I asked where the taxi stand is. The man at the counter asked me where I was going. When I mentioned the name of the hotel, Slottsparken Thon Hotel, the man said it's in the center of the city and it's about 50 kilometers away from the airport. I asked if I could take a taxi, he said it's up to me because it's very expensive. He suggested that I would take the bus, adding that the last stop of the bus is just across my hotel.
I followed his advise and enjoyed the one-hour bus ride to the hotel. The bus driver pointed the hotel to me when I got down and I checked in. It was a traditional European hotel, with no soap, no toothbrush, etc, nothing at all in the toilet. Nada! Nothing. I picked up my camera, left my things and decided to discover the city. In front of my hotel was a park. I went through the park, under the trees and was surprised to come out before a huge building, with a statue of a man on horseback in the courtyard and a flag flying over the top of the building. I later found out from a map I obtained from the hotel reception that I was in front of the Royal Palace, the king's palace.
In front of the palace was an avenue that extends out into the city. Along the street were beautiful structures. I started walking, it was already past 9 p.m. but the sun was still up like the three o'clock sun back in Manila. I passed by the Oslo University, the National Theater, the parliament building, the national cathedral, which unfortunately closed for renovation until 2009, then I reached the central station. In the streets were people, young people, old people, drinking, eating, enjoying the sun. I later learned that it was the real first day of summer in Oslo because it rained the whole time in the past days. The weather was also pleasant at 18 degrees centigrade.
There was a music festival so free concerts were in almost all street corners. I also learned later that the whole thing was sponsored by the city government. I had dinner past 10 p.m. at Burger King then started walking back to my hotel while enjoying the street performances on the street - poetry reading, violen, opera, bands, the whole lot. I also enjoyed watching at the girls with their shorts and tank tops as they walk the streets or lie on the grass beside the street and at the park. It was getting cold when I reached the hotel, the temperature was most likely below 15 degrees. I just crawled under my comforter and I went to sleep. It was past 12 in the morning and there was still light.
I woke up early in the morning at eight o'clock, had a very European breakfast at the restaurant downstairs and walked to the park. I saw some Filipino women, maybe on their way to church. I just stroll around the Royal Palace and went back to my hotel to meet the Elisabeth of the Norwegian Foreign ministry who would bring me to the Soria Moria. We met at the lobby at 11:30 and drove me up to this place, Voksenkollveien, up on the hill, overlooking the city. It took us about half an hour to reach the place, supposedly a district where the rich and the very rich of Oslo live.
After checking in and resting, Elisabeth said she would be going back to the city to finish some preparations at the ministry. I asked to hitch a ride to the city. So I ended up walking around the other part of the city, the harbor. I went around the old fortress of Oslo. I decided not to go in although there was a festival for children because I saw that people were paying to enter the gates. I just strolled around and started looking for the famous garden of naked sculptures in various sexual positions. I failed to find it after Elisabeth made a call to inform me if I wanted to go back to the hotel already. We reached the hotel at 4 p.m. and had a meeting with one of the founders of Al Jazeera and participants from Afghanistan.
The head of the International PEN's section on the protection of writers arrived to fetch the Afghans, leaving me and the 70-year-old Christian Arab Al Jazeera executive. He asked if I have been to the city. I said yes and asked him if he wanted me to go with him there and be his guide. We walked through the woods for almost ten minutes to a train station and went to the city. We each had a glass of beer and I toured him around city. We went back past 9 p.m. and had a very tiring walk up the hill to the hotel. We decided to have dinner at the restaurant. It was a formal dinner. Imagine how hard I tried, and I believe I passed with flying colors, to hold my fork on my left hand and the knife on the right the whole time, European style.
Well, that's my day, it's 12:30 in the morning of Monday and I have to wake up early for tomorrow's meeting where I will be chairing one of the sessions. God, I'm just so tired.
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Goodbye Moscow
2: 13 a.m. June 2 (Saturday)
Moscow
I had my last night in Moscow.
The day was uneventful yesterday (Friday). The Congress approved a lot of resolutions. There was a lot to just remember. If you're interested you can visit the IFJ Web site (ifj.org) later. I'm sure the proceedings will be posted.
There was the election of the executive council. Unfortunately, nobody from Asia came out. In the afternoon, the reserve advisers were elected and from the region Iran and Sri Lanka were elected. Taiwan and the Philippines were elected as reserve advisers at large.
There was a closing reception where cultural dances and sogs from different countries were presented. After the reception, the Indonesian consul fetched Heru for a tour of the city. They invited me to join and I willingly went with them.
The story of my last night in Moscow will be in my future blog. I have to pack my things to prepare my trip to Norway via Munich later today. It's another journey into the unknown.
Abangan!
12:35 p.m. June 2 (Saturday)
SVO Airport, Moscow
I tried to wake up early to catch the Lithuanians and go with them to the aiport, but my friends left early. A taxi from the hotel would cost US$72 (1,800 something rubles) as expensive as having a bottle of Miller beer, a hot bath, a complimentary backrub, a blow job and an hour of sex, all i none in a clandestine house in downtown Moscow.
I saw a delegate from Nepal checking out at the reception counter. I asked him if he has a ride to the airport. He said a rich Nepali businessman in Moscow is picking him up in 15 minutes and if I want he can offer me a ride. I immediately accepted. It was actually what I wanted.
It took less than an hour to the airport. I had my last look at Moscow, wondering if I would be able to come back to this country. The weather is already cold now. On Wednesday it was 31 degrees, too hot for them, but today its already below 20.
I lined up for check-in and discovered that I overshoot my allotted 20 kg of luggage. I exceeded 10 kg and had to pay 3,500 rubles or 100 euro just for the 5 kg. There goes my savings.
I already suspected that I would overshoot the allotted weight because of the books and reading materials I carried from the IFJ Congress. But sometimes people have just to learn from experience. I learned it the hard way, or the expensive way.
I had a bottle of Coke and a cheese sandwich for lunch inside the airport and it cost me $9. I bought a pack of cigarette for 30 rubles.
It would be boarding time soon and I'm on my way to Munich where I will take a plane to Oslo. I still have to look for a hotel this weekend because my hosts from the Norwegian Foreign ministry and the other guests are flying to Bergen for the weekend. I'm supposed to go with them and had already my airline e-ticket, unfortunately my flight will be arriving in Oslo an hour after the scheduled flight to Bergen.
Anyways, I've survived Moscow. I will survive Oslo. As I've said, one has to learn from the experiences and decisions we do in life, may it be bad or good. What is important is not to forget to right the wrong and continue with the journey as the same person as before, knowing fully well that there will be many more challenges that we will encounter along the way.
Moscow
I had my last night in Moscow.
The day was uneventful yesterday (Friday). The Congress approved a lot of resolutions. There was a lot to just remember. If you're interested you can visit the IFJ Web site (ifj.org) later. I'm sure the proceedings will be posted.
There was the election of the executive council. Unfortunately, nobody from Asia came out. In the afternoon, the reserve advisers were elected and from the region Iran and Sri Lanka were elected. Taiwan and the Philippines were elected as reserve advisers at large.
There was a closing reception where cultural dances and sogs from different countries were presented. After the reception, the Indonesian consul fetched Heru for a tour of the city. They invited me to join and I willingly went with them.
The story of my last night in Moscow will be in my future blog. I have to pack my things to prepare my trip to Norway via Munich later today. It's another journey into the unknown.
Abangan!
12:35 p.m. June 2 (Saturday)
SVO Airport, Moscow
I tried to wake up early to catch the Lithuanians and go with them to the aiport, but my friends left early. A taxi from the hotel would cost US$72 (1,800 something rubles) as expensive as having a bottle of Miller beer, a hot bath, a complimentary backrub, a blow job and an hour of sex, all i none in a clandestine house in downtown Moscow.
I saw a delegate from Nepal checking out at the reception counter. I asked him if he has a ride to the airport. He said a rich Nepali businessman in Moscow is picking him up in 15 minutes and if I want he can offer me a ride. I immediately accepted. It was actually what I wanted.
It took less than an hour to the airport. I had my last look at Moscow, wondering if I would be able to come back to this country. The weather is already cold now. On Wednesday it was 31 degrees, too hot for them, but today its already below 20.
I lined up for check-in and discovered that I overshoot my allotted 20 kg of luggage. I exceeded 10 kg and had to pay 3,500 rubles or 100 euro just for the 5 kg. There goes my savings.
I already suspected that I would overshoot the allotted weight because of the books and reading materials I carried from the IFJ Congress. But sometimes people have just to learn from experience. I learned it the hard way, or the expensive way.
I had a bottle of Coke and a cheese sandwich for lunch inside the airport and it cost me $9. I bought a pack of cigarette for 30 rubles.
It would be boarding time soon and I'm on my way to Munich where I will take a plane to Oslo. I still have to look for a hotel this weekend because my hosts from the Norwegian Foreign ministry and the other guests are flying to Bergen for the weekend. I'm supposed to go with them and had already my airline e-ticket, unfortunately my flight will be arriving in Oslo an hour after the scheduled flight to Bergen.
Anyways, I've survived Moscow. I will survive Oslo. As I've said, one has to learn from the experiences and decisions we do in life, may it be bad or good. What is important is not to forget to right the wrong and continue with the journey as the same person as before, knowing fully well that there will be many more challenges that we will encounter along the way.
Friday, June 01, 2007
To the Old Arbat
9:45 p.m. May 31 (Thursday)
Moscow
It's the end of another day. I just came back from a walk to the Old Arbat district where there's a street market. An Indian delegate discovered it. She said it's the place where one can buy souvenirs to bring home. I asked the hotel reception for a map and where to find it. It's supposed to be 10 minutes to 15 minutes by taxi from the hotel. I said maybe I could walk to the place. She warned me to be careful in crossing the streets, especially the highway. I was supposed to just walk along the Moscow River, upstream to downtown.
I invited my friend Heru from Indonesia if he was interested in an adventure. He said he was game. So we started our leisurely walk past 7 p.m. and found the place after crossing a highway, an underground pass and coming out in front of a very tall building with a hammer and sickle on top. It's a beautiful building but I don't what it's called. We went around it and found the place. It took us about 45 minutes.
The Old Arbat, whatever it means, is a street market, a pedestrian market, the Indian delegate said.
We found those dolls that people in the Philippines wanted me to buy. I bought 20 of the smallest one. It cost 60 rubbles each. That's more than $2 dollars each with the exchange rate at the hotel at $1 to 25 rubbles. (So guys, it's expensive, kaya huwag kayong manglait.) I also bought five shirts for 200 rubbles each ($4). Heru and I took photos and had dinner at a MacDonalds branch. It's the only place we could afford. I spent 120 rubbles for a double cheeseburger, a large Coke and a small french fries.
We went back our way via the riverbank and arrive at the hotel after an hour of leisurely walk. We agreed that it was worth all the sweat and the pain on our legs. Heru, however, failed to buy a watch that turns counter-clockwise. When I reviewed the photos I took I discovered that there was one being sold at one of the stalls. I then just soaked myself in the bathtub for a hot bath while smoking and reading the Moscow Times. I'll be leaving Russia for Norway on Saturday, so tomorrow will be my last day here. It was not a bad week after all. I arrived on Sunday, got drunk on Monday evening, watch dancing girls at a Russian village on Tuesday, had a lonesome adventure at the Kremlin on Wednesday, a long walk to a street market on Thursday, and hopefully visit a Russian nightclub on Friday just for the heck of it.
At the Congress today, we spent the whole morning on discussion about the elections, amendments to the rules of the elections, approval of resolutions, voting on the proposals, amendments and the works. The nominees for officers, executive committee and reserve advisers were give two minutes each to speak. Like politicians, the journalist-candidates took turn speaking about their achievements and making promises on the things that they would do if elected. I spoke for less than a minute.
I removed my coat, revealing my black t-shirt with the "Stop Killing Journalists" emblazoned on it, ran to the podium, with delegates from Asia tailing me with their cameras, introduced my name, and said: "I'm from the Philippines, supposedly where there is press freedom and where media is the freest in Southeast Asia, unless of course if Cambodia, Thailand and Indonesia would object." It made some people in the audience chuckle and smile. "I just want to thank the IFJ for its support in our struggle for press freedom in the Philippines and all over Southeast Asia. I hope you will continue supporting us." My colleagues from the region applauded and the others followed. I hope I did it. I don't want to fail the people from the region who wanted us in Southeast Asia represented in the world body.
The elections for the officer were held in the afternoon. Elections of members of the executive committee and the reserve advisers will be done tomorrow. The Philippines have four votes, meaning I can vote four times. I can give a candidate four votes or give 64 candidates for the Execom one vote each. Of course I will vote wisely - for our candidates in the region and for candidates from the countries that really worked hard to help the Philippines and the IFJ.
So good luck to all of us tomorrow and may the fight for press freedom by the IFJ will continue.
Moscow
It's the end of another day. I just came back from a walk to the Old Arbat district where there's a street market. An Indian delegate discovered it. She said it's the place where one can buy souvenirs to bring home. I asked the hotel reception for a map and where to find it. It's supposed to be 10 minutes to 15 minutes by taxi from the hotel. I said maybe I could walk to the place. She warned me to be careful in crossing the streets, especially the highway. I was supposed to just walk along the Moscow River, upstream to downtown.
I invited my friend Heru from Indonesia if he was interested in an adventure. He said he was game. So we started our leisurely walk past 7 p.m. and found the place after crossing a highway, an underground pass and coming out in front of a very tall building with a hammer and sickle on top. It's a beautiful building but I don't what it's called. We went around it and found the place. It took us about 45 minutes.
The Old Arbat, whatever it means, is a street market, a pedestrian market, the Indian delegate said.
We found those dolls that people in the Philippines wanted me to buy. I bought 20 of the smallest one. It cost 60 rubbles each. That's more than $2 dollars each with the exchange rate at the hotel at $1 to 25 rubbles. (So guys, it's expensive, kaya huwag kayong manglait.) I also bought five shirts for 200 rubbles each ($4). Heru and I took photos and had dinner at a MacDonalds branch. It's the only place we could afford. I spent 120 rubbles for a double cheeseburger, a large Coke and a small french fries.
We went back our way via the riverbank and arrive at the hotel after an hour of leisurely walk. We agreed that it was worth all the sweat and the pain on our legs. Heru, however, failed to buy a watch that turns counter-clockwise. When I reviewed the photos I took I discovered that there was one being sold at one of the stalls. I then just soaked myself in the bathtub for a hot bath while smoking and reading the Moscow Times. I'll be leaving Russia for Norway on Saturday, so tomorrow will be my last day here. It was not a bad week after all. I arrived on Sunday, got drunk on Monday evening, watch dancing girls at a Russian village on Tuesday, had a lonesome adventure at the Kremlin on Wednesday, a long walk to a street market on Thursday, and hopefully visit a Russian nightclub on Friday just for the heck of it.
At the Congress today, we spent the whole morning on discussion about the elections, amendments to the rules of the elections, approval of resolutions, voting on the proposals, amendments and the works. The nominees for officers, executive committee and reserve advisers were give two minutes each to speak. Like politicians, the journalist-candidates took turn speaking about their achievements and making promises on the things that they would do if elected. I spoke for less than a minute.
I removed my coat, revealing my black t-shirt with the "Stop Killing Journalists" emblazoned on it, ran to the podium, with delegates from Asia tailing me with their cameras, introduced my name, and said: "I'm from the Philippines, supposedly where there is press freedom and where media is the freest in Southeast Asia, unless of course if Cambodia, Thailand and Indonesia would object." It made some people in the audience chuckle and smile. "I just want to thank the IFJ for its support in our struggle for press freedom in the Philippines and all over Southeast Asia. I hope you will continue supporting us." My colleagues from the region applauded and the others followed. I hope I did it. I don't want to fail the people from the region who wanted us in Southeast Asia represented in the world body.
The elections for the officer were held in the afternoon. Elections of members of the executive committee and the reserve advisers will be done tomorrow. The Philippines have four votes, meaning I can vote four times. I can give a candidate four votes or give 64 candidates for the Execom one vote each. Of course I will vote wisely - for our candidates in the region and for candidates from the countries that really worked hard to help the Philippines and the IFJ.
So good luck to all of us tomorrow and may the fight for press freedom by the IFJ will continue.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
All alone in the Red Square
9:45 p.m. May 30 (Wednesday)
Moscow
Finally, I was able to go to the Red Square, the Kremlin. Alone and via the metro. I just have to do it. One has to conquer the unknown.
The Asia-Pacific delegates had their meeting this afternoon after lunch. We introduced ourselves made our country reports. I appealed for help for our projects and support for our activities in the Philippines, especially in our work for the safety of journalists.
Everybody voiced their support. Australia, through Chris Warren, the outgoing IFJ president, promised to continue the support his union started especially on the Safety Office we've established. Serenade of Hong Kong made a motion to raise a Congress resolution to support the struggle of Filipino journalists. Alan from Australia was tasked to formulate the resolution that would be presented to the body tomorrow. The same motion was seconded by Heru of Indonesia and supported by Nurela of Malaysia. Japan, India, Nepal, Cambodia also issued statements of concern on the situation of the media in the Philippines.
We then discussed the elections, which will be held tomorrow. We agreed to support Japan, Malaysia, India and South Korea in the executive committee while I was nominated as reserve adviser for Southeast Asia. All the delegates from the region agreed to support each other to have a bigger voice in the international community.
Like in any other big international organizations, politics rules in the IFJ. There's a lot of lobbying and negotiations and campaigning for each country's issues. It's good that I have been exposed to international politics early via the World Conference on Human rights in 1983 and the regional meetings and conferences I attended in the past. Well, Filipinos are experts when it comes to politics. One will just have to look at what's going on back home. Ha, ha, ha.
After the meeting and the filing of our certificates of candidacy, people just went on their own to enjoy their free time. The Cambodian joined the Indonesia to have dinner out with Indonesian Embassy people. I called up Mr. Atienza of the Philippine Embassy but he said he's busy and had no time to meet. He invited me to visit the embassy, I said I might do it on Friday.
Serenade said he would be going out with a Russian journalist and she wanted me to tag along. The Russian looked for an English map and brought me to the metro. He said if I survived the Philippine I could survive Moscow. Despite Serenade's protest I went alone. I had to. The Russian was right. The joy of a journey is really in the discovering on one's own something that's truly alien.
And there's nothing more alien to me than going out to Moscow on my own using the metro without. You know it's really hard. There are no English signs. Everything is on Russian, even the street signs. It was just crazy. I tried to ask for directions, but nobody speaks English. And do you know that all Russian metro stations are different from each other? And they're really old, as in many of them dates back to the 1800s. With the drumming of my heart, I came out from one station that led me to the historic Metropole Hotel just in front of the Bolshoi Theater, which is unfortunately under renovation. I saw ancient red walls and I thought those were the "Red Square." I was wrong, but I was nearer. I followed the pack of tourists, many of them locals and some Germans, and voila, I was inside the Red Square. I recognized it immediately of course. What with all the movies and all the Ludlum novels I read since I was a kid.
Lesson No. 1: Read and read a lot even books and novels that pretentious people describe as trash. Your readings will help you a lot especially during unexpected moments.
I bought a can of Sprite, lighted a stick of Marlboro and entered the Red Square while fending off street hawkers who insisted that I buy those rabbit caps that many of us who love Cold War movies saw Russians wear. I spent two hours in the square, took a lot of pictures and started my adventure back in the metro. I survived and came out of a station almost two kilometers from the hotel. I had to walk inside a park I saw to make a shortcut. I bought a bottle of water, which I later found out was "sparkling water" (It's like drinking a tasteless 7-Up). When I reached the hotel, some delegates told me my walk in the park at past 9 o'clock in the evening was crazy. They said muggings, especially in parks, have become rampant lately with all the drunk teenagers around. (Ousted Thai prime minister Thaksin was robbed US$20,000 last week in the middle of Moscow. He was walking alone, maybe enjoying the freedom he has while vacationing here in Russia.)
After tomorrow's meetings and elections, I'll try to discover more of Russia.
Moscow
Finally, I was able to go to the Red Square, the Kremlin. Alone and via the metro. I just have to do it. One has to conquer the unknown.
The Asia-Pacific delegates had their meeting this afternoon after lunch. We introduced ourselves made our country reports. I appealed for help for our projects and support for our activities in the Philippines, especially in our work for the safety of journalists.
Everybody voiced their support. Australia, through Chris Warren, the outgoing IFJ president, promised to continue the support his union started especially on the Safety Office we've established. Serenade of Hong Kong made a motion to raise a Congress resolution to support the struggle of Filipino journalists. Alan from Australia was tasked to formulate the resolution that would be presented to the body tomorrow. The same motion was seconded by Heru of Indonesia and supported by Nurela of Malaysia. Japan, India, Nepal, Cambodia also issued statements of concern on the situation of the media in the Philippines.
We then discussed the elections, which will be held tomorrow. We agreed to support Japan, Malaysia, India and South Korea in the executive committee while I was nominated as reserve adviser for Southeast Asia. All the delegates from the region agreed to support each other to have a bigger voice in the international community.
Like in any other big international organizations, politics rules in the IFJ. There's a lot of lobbying and negotiations and campaigning for each country's issues. It's good that I have been exposed to international politics early via the World Conference on Human rights in 1983 and the regional meetings and conferences I attended in the past. Well, Filipinos are experts when it comes to politics. One will just have to look at what's going on back home. Ha, ha, ha.
After the meeting and the filing of our certificates of candidacy, people just went on their own to enjoy their free time. The Cambodian joined the Indonesia to have dinner out with Indonesian Embassy people. I called up Mr. Atienza of the Philippine Embassy but he said he's busy and had no time to meet. He invited me to visit the embassy, I said I might do it on Friday.
Serenade said he would be going out with a Russian journalist and she wanted me to tag along. The Russian looked for an English map and brought me to the metro. He said if I survived the Philippine I could survive Moscow. Despite Serenade's protest I went alone. I had to. The Russian was right. The joy of a journey is really in the discovering on one's own something that's truly alien.
And there's nothing more alien to me than going out to Moscow on my own using the metro without. You know it's really hard. There are no English signs. Everything is on Russian, even the street signs. It was just crazy. I tried to ask for directions, but nobody speaks English. And do you know that all Russian metro stations are different from each other? And they're really old, as in many of them dates back to the 1800s. With the drumming of my heart, I came out from one station that led me to the historic Metropole Hotel just in front of the Bolshoi Theater, which is unfortunately under renovation. I saw ancient red walls and I thought those were the "Red Square." I was wrong, but I was nearer. I followed the pack of tourists, many of them locals and some Germans, and voila, I was inside the Red Square. I recognized it immediately of course. What with all the movies and all the Ludlum novels I read since I was a kid.
Lesson No. 1: Read and read a lot even books and novels that pretentious people describe as trash. Your readings will help you a lot especially during unexpected moments.
I bought a can of Sprite, lighted a stick of Marlboro and entered the Red Square while fending off street hawkers who insisted that I buy those rabbit caps that many of us who love Cold War movies saw Russians wear. I spent two hours in the square, took a lot of pictures and started my adventure back in the metro. I survived and came out of a station almost two kilometers from the hotel. I had to walk inside a park I saw to make a shortcut. I bought a bottle of water, which I later found out was "sparkling water" (It's like drinking a tasteless 7-Up). When I reached the hotel, some delegates told me my walk in the park at past 9 o'clock in the evening was crazy. They said muggings, especially in parks, have become rampant lately with all the drunk teenagers around. (Ousted Thai prime minister Thaksin was robbed US$20,000 last week in the middle of Moscow. He was walking alone, maybe enjoying the freedom he has while vacationing here in Russia.)
After tomorrow's meetings and elections, I'll try to discover more of Russia.
Moscow Adventure
8:23 p.m., May 26, 2007 (Saturday)
NAIA, Manila
It's 8:23 p.m. and I'm here at the Ninoy Aquino International Airport Gate 11 for my flight to Moscow via Frankfurt. The fun part of travel starts. After waiting for weeks to secure a visa, I'm finally ready to leave. Thanks to the Russian and Norwegian embassies in Manila for the suspense.
I had to do a last-minute shopping for a suit on Saturday morning. I have to. I'll be speaking before more than a thousand journalists during the opening of the World Congress of Journalists after the keynote address of former Russian leader Michael Gorbachev.
It's good that I lost weight these past days. My waistline has gone back to 33 and I can wear my size 32 pants. I don't have to buy a new pair of pants. In Norway, I'll be wearing Mujiv's barong and pair of pants. 'Yong pang congressman, ha ha ha.
To save on what little dollar some friends gave as "baon" and not to spend money abroad on "incidentals," I bought two packs of cigarettes, extra pairs of underwear and socks, and yes, a new toothbrush, a small tube of toothpaste, a small piece of soap and shampoo. (Most hotels in Europe usually don't provide these in their rooms.)
By the way, I'm typing these notes on WordPad because the guys at the office who I asked to format my laptop forgot to install Microsoft Office. Guys, wait 'till I come back, especially if I would not be able to open my speech. I wonder what other programs you forgot to install. (Well, I also forgot to bring a book to read in the plane.)
It was raining when I left Quezon City for the airport late this afternoon. There was also rain when I left for the United States two years ago. President Arroyo was also facing her own storm that time - an impeachment suit in the House of Representatives. Today, the Arroyo administration is waiting for the people's judgment after the May 14 elections.
I also have some storms to battle - then and now.
Coincidence has always played a role in my life. Some friends say I'm just good in timing. They even have this standing joke not to come with me on my trips to "dangerous" places, especially in Mindanao, because something might happen. I believe that coincidences are actually part of the natural course of things, only magnified by our sensitivity to events or instances due to specific situations. For instance, it's actually no coincidence that every time I travel it rains. It's just that I travel during the rainy season or during bad weather.
As promised, I will keep you updated about my trip and about the meetings I will be attending. I just hope that I can have Internet connection when I arrive in Moscow. It's a long flight. By the time you will read this, I will be in Moscow already. I will change planes in Frankfurt after more than ten hours.
Some sidelights:
When I arrived at the airport's airline check-in counter, the security people asked me if I'm a seaman. I said no, I'm a journalist. A guy said, only seamen go to Russia.
At the immigration counter, the officer asked me what I would do in Moscow. I said I'm giving a speech. He said: "Ang galing talaga ng Pinoy. Kayang-kaya talaga natin ang lamig. Saang maritime school ka magle-lecture?"
Aguy, aguy!
When I went through the second security check at the airport, before the boarding gate, the guards saw my t-shirt with the broadcast network's logo. One man asked: "Anong ikokober mo sa Russia? May gera ba doon?."
Gusto ko sanang sabihing may rali ang mga bading sa Linggo. Ikokober ko.
I tried to enter the Lufthansa lounge. A beautiful girl there smiled and asked for my boarding pass. I said I just want to take a leak. When he saw that I was booked in the Economy section, she pointed me to Gate 11, still with the very nice smile for me not to get embarrassed. I know, I know, I wanted to tell her. Baka lang makalusot. Gutom na kasi e.
I went to a Kopiroti stand and had a cup of coffee and four small pieces of sliced bread for P100. Yes, naiihi talaga ako.
In a few minutes, it would be boarding time, and off I go above the clouds, to never-never land, to sleep on the wings of a Lufthansa airplane, crossing continents and time zones that I only imagine, and making the best effort to kill time thousands of kilometers above the earth, nearer the stars this rainy evening, far from a beloved who is already in bed, dreaming, wishing, working for a better world for herself as I, the accidental journeyman, wonder what's in store in the future.
Good night.
8: 30 a.m., May 27, 2007 (Sunday)
Frankfurt Airport
Just arrived after a more than 12 hours from Manila via Guangzu, China, then over Russia and then Germany.
There were other Filipinos in the plane: caregivers going to Germany, Norway, Milano and other parts of Europe; about 50 Catholic pilgrims accompanied by some nuns on their way to some religious site; a number of seafarers on their way to ports in Copenhagen and Moscow.
I remembered my last trip to Europe in 1993. There were only few Filipino passengers then, mostly seafarers and some activists on their way to a meeting with European counterparts. The times have changed.
During check-in in Manila, I asked for an exit seat. It was a long flight so I preferred to have some leg room. The Lufthansa guy, however, said there was no exit seat available. He offered me a seat in the front row of the economy section. I found out, however, that I was seated with two nursing Filipino mothers on their way to meet their European husbands. I asked to be transfered to another seat beside Vergel, a Filipino seaman on his way to Copenhagen. Except for chats during mealtime, we slept throughout the flight.
Vergel will board a cargo ship in Copenhagen after three years without work in Manila. He said he has a four-month old child now who needs to be baptized. He needs the money for baptism so he accepted a ten-month contract.
When the plane was over Russia, I saw on the map that we were flying over the city of Almaty, a place a dear friend talked about with so much fun. How I wish to discover the city with my friend.
I went around Frankfurt airport to kill time and would have loved to buy books at one bookshop. There was V.S. Naipul's book on his travels to Muslim countries, which I was looking for a time already. It was published in 1998 and is priced at 14 euros. I decided against buying. Maybe I will find a cheaper copy in Manila one of these days. I know there will be a lot of papers to read in the conference and newspapers to browse in the airport to kill time.
Right now I'm sitting beside the glass window of Gate 1-52 of Frankfurt airport. There's a seven-story building on the left that reflects the morning sun. To the right is a building under construction, with a yellow crane hovering above. Jutting below me is the tail of a Lufthansa A-320 plane. Beyond the buildings are trees. Only a few cars and buses are passing.
Places are actually the same wherever your are. It's the same sun, the same sky, the same world we are in. Only people look different, but not that much. What makes sceneries, people, sunsets, sunrises different is how we look at it, how we appreciate the world around us, limited the view may be by our beliefs, feelings and outlooks in life. What makes relationships work is not love itself, it's a universal experience. What makes love work is how people, partners, lovers appreciate each others uniqueness, hate it, argue about it, and in the end try to change it for the better to make each other's life one's own.
Today's headlines:
From the International Herald Tribune
Bush looks past 'surge' for ways to cut troops
Every generation is first generation (for German Turks, foreign brides)
EU's next global target: Google
From the FT Weekend:
Germany clashes with US on climate
Eurotunnel back on track after investors approve new structure
Now it's time to read the papers. I would have wanted to take pictures right now but the 30D Canon in my bag is too bulky to take out. I should have brought with me an instamatic digital camera, if only I have one, ha, ha, ha.
11:57 p.m., May 27, 2007 (Sunday)
Mezhdunaradnaya Hotel
World Trade Center, Moscow
Already in Russia. I arrived here past 4 p.m. local time. I have a problem connecting with the electric socket. The system here is different. My battery is already low. Good that my Siemens phone charger has the right plug. I still have to look for an adaptor tomorrow to charge the laptop.
I have to look for a grocery this evening to buy water. The mini bar in my room has nothing in it. There's also no toothbrush, toothpaste and razor in the toilet.
Moscow is an expensive city. A Coca-Cola at the airport cost me 70 rubles. A lighter costs 30 rubles. A one liter bottle of water costs 80 rubles. The exchange rate is US$1 = 29 rubles.
I wonder if I would be able to tour the city. Aside from the cost, I haven't seen any nearby places to go near the hotel. The schedule is also hectic. I'm closing the computer now. The battery is down.
9:25 a.m., May 28, 2007 (Monday)
World Trade Center, Moscow
In 30 minutes, the former Russian leader Michael Gorbachev will be addressing the World Congress. I will have to be there. I already found a solution to my electricity plug adaptor. A chambermaid brought one to my room, although it was the wrong one. My plug could not fit. She said she could not do anything about it, except if I destroy the adaptor she brought and fit the one I have. Voila, I destroyed it when she left and had my instant adaptor. Next problem is Internet connection. I will find a solution within the day.
I still could not find a shop that sells razors. I will be speaking before the Congress at 2:30 this afternoon. I have to shave. Vanity, vanity. Nope, for once I just want to look good. I have a new suit, a good speech if I may say, and I will be speaking with fellow journalists around the world. I have to show the best of the Filipino people.
It's sad that I will be doing this alone. Like any other small country from around the world, the Philippines has only one delegate to the Congress. The other countries, however, also sent a government delegate. The organizers said they sent invites to all the embassies to send a representative from the home country. Indonesia has one, so my friend Heru from Jakarta is not alone. The Indonesia government representative foot our bill during dinner last night. I hope the Philippine Embassy in Moscow will send a representative at least during the opening of the Congress. If not, then I will have to do this alone.
The Congress is one big meeting with more than a thousand people already registered. The World Trade Center hotel is fully booked for the meeting. Delegates from each continent are meeting to press for their respective agenda. The Asia-Pacific delegates will still have to meet and decide what issues to raise, who to vote, among others. I expect a long meeting with other Asian delegates, knowing fully well the politics and orientation of every country in the region.
I'll keep you posted. Gotta go, for Gorbachev's address.
2:37 a.m, May 29, 2007 (Tuesday)
Moscow, World Trade Center
Stoned drunk!!! Blame the Lithuanians, Cambodian and Indonesian counterparts!
11:58 p.m. May 29, 2007 (Tuesday)
Moscow
I just came from a village where the Russian Union of Journalist hosted a dinner and a cultural presentation for us. There was a lot of drinking, dancing and singing under huges tents in the woods. I took a lot of great pictures, which friends from Lithuania - Jonas Staselis and Dainlus Radzevicius - asked permission to have a copy.
Jonas, a photographer and vice president of their union, and Dainlus, the chairman, have become good friends. Lithuanians love to drink and talk and drink and talk. We've shared stories and found out that we have really similar experiences in working in the media, making friends, drinking and, yes, we talk a lot about beautiful girls.
Jonas gave me a copy of their book on photography and CD of photos that they publish every year. They have a group similar to the Philippine Center for Photojournalism. Actually the only difference between us and the Lithuanians is they have the money and we don't have.
Today's sessions are rather boring, aside from me having a bad case of hangover due to last night's red wine, cognac, vodka, beer and all the other drinks shared with the Lithuanians, Indonesians, Nepalese, Indians, Kosovars, Russians, Australians, Cambodians, and the rest of the gang who dropped by our table in the bar until two o'clock in the morning. I can't imagine now how I survived the drink and came to my room and then later woke up at eight o'clock this morning.
1:08 p.m. May 30, 2007 (Wednesday)
Moscow
Ang hirap kapag nag-iisa. Solo flight talaga, walang suporta kahit galing embahada. Nakakainggit ang Indonesian, pareho lang kami na nag-iisang delegate, pero pinupuntahan siya araw-araw ng representatives ng kanyang embassy para kamustahin kung gusto ba niyang mamasyal, kung may kailangan ba niya ng tulong kahit sa Internet connection man lang, o para sabihan kung saan siya makakabili ng tubig.
Nagtanong ako kung paano nalaman ng embassy nila na nandito siya, ang sabi ng mga taga embahada nila may invitation daw lahat na embassies and foreign missions sa Moscow. Meron pa nga daw meeting earlier na sabi ng mga Indonesians, hindi daw nag-attend ang Pilipinas. Tinawagan ko ang Information department ng Philippine Embassy dito sa Moscow at sabi ni Mr. Derek Atienza, meron nga daw siyang invitation pero he will try daw kung makaka-attend siya.
What's good, however, is I don't owe anything to the government. Baka makikiusap pa na magdahan-dahan ako sa pagsasalita. Hindi pupwede yon. Pero Philippine national pa rin ako at trabaho nila na tumulong sa mga nationals na mapunta dito. Kahit man lang ipakita nila kung saan ang embassy natin.
Anyway, tuloy pa rin ang balitaktakan sa plenary. Ang hirap pa pakinggan dahil Russian at ang bagal ng translation. Di pa ako maka-connect sa Internet. Di ko alam kung natanggap ng Norway ang aking email o kaya ng opisina sa Manila. Pati itong computer nagloloko pa. Hay, buhay, di na ako nag-eenjoy sa byaheng ito. Actually, pwede rin sanang mag-enjoy kung may pera lang akong pwedeng gastusin, pero napakamahal ng bilihin at pamasahe dito at hindi pala-kaibigan ang mga Ruso, aside from the fact na di kami nagkakaintindihan dahil madalang ang Russian na nakakapag-ingles, kahit mga journalists.
May meeting mamaya ang regional groupings para i-raise ang issues ng bawat rehiyon. Dapat lang. Naka-apat na araw na ako dito wala pa ring nangyayari. Ngayong hapon pa lang ang talagang simula ng business of the congress. Trabaho na nga lang ako.
NAIA, Manila
It's 8:23 p.m. and I'm here at the Ninoy Aquino International Airport Gate 11 for my flight to Moscow via Frankfurt. The fun part of travel starts. After waiting for weeks to secure a visa, I'm finally ready to leave. Thanks to the Russian and Norwegian embassies in Manila for the suspense.
I had to do a last-minute shopping for a suit on Saturday morning. I have to. I'll be speaking before more than a thousand journalists during the opening of the World Congress of Journalists after the keynote address of former Russian leader Michael Gorbachev.
It's good that I lost weight these past days. My waistline has gone back to 33 and I can wear my size 32 pants. I don't have to buy a new pair of pants. In Norway, I'll be wearing Mujiv's barong and pair of pants. 'Yong pang congressman, ha ha ha.
To save on what little dollar some friends gave as "baon" and not to spend money abroad on "incidentals," I bought two packs of cigarettes, extra pairs of underwear and socks, and yes, a new toothbrush, a small tube of toothpaste, a small piece of soap and shampoo. (Most hotels in Europe usually don't provide these in their rooms.)
By the way, I'm typing these notes on WordPad because the guys at the office who I asked to format my laptop forgot to install Microsoft Office. Guys, wait 'till I come back, especially if I would not be able to open my speech. I wonder what other programs you forgot to install. (Well, I also forgot to bring a book to read in the plane.)
It was raining when I left Quezon City for the airport late this afternoon. There was also rain when I left for the United States two years ago. President Arroyo was also facing her own storm that time - an impeachment suit in the House of Representatives. Today, the Arroyo administration is waiting for the people's judgment after the May 14 elections.
I also have some storms to battle - then and now.
Coincidence has always played a role in my life. Some friends say I'm just good in timing. They even have this standing joke not to come with me on my trips to "dangerous" places, especially in Mindanao, because something might happen. I believe that coincidences are actually part of the natural course of things, only magnified by our sensitivity to events or instances due to specific situations. For instance, it's actually no coincidence that every time I travel it rains. It's just that I travel during the rainy season or during bad weather.
As promised, I will keep you updated about my trip and about the meetings I will be attending. I just hope that I can have Internet connection when I arrive in Moscow. It's a long flight. By the time you will read this, I will be in Moscow already. I will change planes in Frankfurt after more than ten hours.
Some sidelights:
When I arrived at the airport's airline check-in counter, the security people asked me if I'm a seaman. I said no, I'm a journalist. A guy said, only seamen go to Russia.
At the immigration counter, the officer asked me what I would do in Moscow. I said I'm giving a speech. He said: "Ang galing talaga ng Pinoy. Kayang-kaya talaga natin ang lamig. Saang maritime school ka magle-lecture?"
Aguy, aguy!
When I went through the second security check at the airport, before the boarding gate, the guards saw my t-shirt with the broadcast network's logo. One man asked: "Anong ikokober mo sa Russia? May gera ba doon?."
Gusto ko sanang sabihing may rali ang mga bading sa Linggo. Ikokober ko.
I tried to enter the Lufthansa lounge. A beautiful girl there smiled and asked for my boarding pass. I said I just want to take a leak. When he saw that I was booked in the Economy section, she pointed me to Gate 11, still with the very nice smile for me not to get embarrassed. I know, I know, I wanted to tell her. Baka lang makalusot. Gutom na kasi e.
I went to a Kopiroti stand and had a cup of coffee and four small pieces of sliced bread for P100. Yes, naiihi talaga ako.
In a few minutes, it would be boarding time, and off I go above the clouds, to never-never land, to sleep on the wings of a Lufthansa airplane, crossing continents and time zones that I only imagine, and making the best effort to kill time thousands of kilometers above the earth, nearer the stars this rainy evening, far from a beloved who is already in bed, dreaming, wishing, working for a better world for herself as I, the accidental journeyman, wonder what's in store in the future.
Good night.
8: 30 a.m., May 27, 2007 (Sunday)
Frankfurt Airport
Just arrived after a more than 12 hours from Manila via Guangzu, China, then over Russia and then Germany.
There were other Filipinos in the plane: caregivers going to Germany, Norway, Milano and other parts of Europe; about 50 Catholic pilgrims accompanied by some nuns on their way to some religious site; a number of seafarers on their way to ports in Copenhagen and Moscow.
I remembered my last trip to Europe in 1993. There were only few Filipino passengers then, mostly seafarers and some activists on their way to a meeting with European counterparts. The times have changed.
During check-in in Manila, I asked for an exit seat. It was a long flight so I preferred to have some leg room. The Lufthansa guy, however, said there was no exit seat available. He offered me a seat in the front row of the economy section. I found out, however, that I was seated with two nursing Filipino mothers on their way to meet their European husbands. I asked to be transfered to another seat beside Vergel, a Filipino seaman on his way to Copenhagen. Except for chats during mealtime, we slept throughout the flight.
Vergel will board a cargo ship in Copenhagen after three years without work in Manila. He said he has a four-month old child now who needs to be baptized. He needs the money for baptism so he accepted a ten-month contract.
When the plane was over Russia, I saw on the map that we were flying over the city of Almaty, a place a dear friend talked about with so much fun. How I wish to discover the city with my friend.
I went around Frankfurt airport to kill time and would have loved to buy books at one bookshop. There was V.S. Naipul's book on his travels to Muslim countries, which I was looking for a time already. It was published in 1998 and is priced at 14 euros. I decided against buying. Maybe I will find a cheaper copy in Manila one of these days. I know there will be a lot of papers to read in the conference and newspapers to browse in the airport to kill time.
Right now I'm sitting beside the glass window of Gate 1-52 of Frankfurt airport. There's a seven-story building on the left that reflects the morning sun. To the right is a building under construction, with a yellow crane hovering above. Jutting below me is the tail of a Lufthansa A-320 plane. Beyond the buildings are trees. Only a few cars and buses are passing.
Places are actually the same wherever your are. It's the same sun, the same sky, the same world we are in. Only people look different, but not that much. What makes sceneries, people, sunsets, sunrises different is how we look at it, how we appreciate the world around us, limited the view may be by our beliefs, feelings and outlooks in life. What makes relationships work is not love itself, it's a universal experience. What makes love work is how people, partners, lovers appreciate each others uniqueness, hate it, argue about it, and in the end try to change it for the better to make each other's life one's own.
Today's headlines:
From the International Herald Tribune
Bush looks past 'surge' for ways to cut troops
Every generation is first generation (for German Turks, foreign brides)
EU's next global target: Google
From the FT Weekend:
Germany clashes with US on climate
Eurotunnel back on track after investors approve new structure
Now it's time to read the papers. I would have wanted to take pictures right now but the 30D Canon in my bag is too bulky to take out. I should have brought with me an instamatic digital camera, if only I have one, ha, ha, ha.
11:57 p.m., May 27, 2007 (Sunday)
Mezhdunaradnaya Hotel
World Trade Center, Moscow
Already in Russia. I arrived here past 4 p.m. local time. I have a problem connecting with the electric socket. The system here is different. My battery is already low. Good that my Siemens phone charger has the right plug. I still have to look for an adaptor tomorrow to charge the laptop.
I have to look for a grocery this evening to buy water. The mini bar in my room has nothing in it. There's also no toothbrush, toothpaste and razor in the toilet.
Moscow is an expensive city. A Coca-Cola at the airport cost me 70 rubles. A lighter costs 30 rubles. A one liter bottle of water costs 80 rubles. The exchange rate is US$1 = 29 rubles.
I wonder if I would be able to tour the city. Aside from the cost, I haven't seen any nearby places to go near the hotel. The schedule is also hectic. I'm closing the computer now. The battery is down.
9:25 a.m., May 28, 2007 (Monday)
World Trade Center, Moscow
In 30 minutes, the former Russian leader Michael Gorbachev will be addressing the World Congress. I will have to be there. I already found a solution to my electricity plug adaptor. A chambermaid brought one to my room, although it was the wrong one. My plug could not fit. She said she could not do anything about it, except if I destroy the adaptor she brought and fit the one I have. Voila, I destroyed it when she left and had my instant adaptor. Next problem is Internet connection. I will find a solution within the day.
I still could not find a shop that sells razors. I will be speaking before the Congress at 2:30 this afternoon. I have to shave. Vanity, vanity. Nope, for once I just want to look good. I have a new suit, a good speech if I may say, and I will be speaking with fellow journalists around the world. I have to show the best of the Filipino people.
It's sad that I will be doing this alone. Like any other small country from around the world, the Philippines has only one delegate to the Congress. The other countries, however, also sent a government delegate. The organizers said they sent invites to all the embassies to send a representative from the home country. Indonesia has one, so my friend Heru from Jakarta is not alone. The Indonesia government representative foot our bill during dinner last night. I hope the Philippine Embassy in Moscow will send a representative at least during the opening of the Congress. If not, then I will have to do this alone.
The Congress is one big meeting with more than a thousand people already registered. The World Trade Center hotel is fully booked for the meeting. Delegates from each continent are meeting to press for their respective agenda. The Asia-Pacific delegates will still have to meet and decide what issues to raise, who to vote, among others. I expect a long meeting with other Asian delegates, knowing fully well the politics and orientation of every country in the region.
I'll keep you posted. Gotta go, for Gorbachev's address.
2:37 a.m, May 29, 2007 (Tuesday)
Moscow, World Trade Center
Stoned drunk!!! Blame the Lithuanians, Cambodian and Indonesian counterparts!
11:58 p.m. May 29, 2007 (Tuesday)
Moscow
I just came from a village where the Russian Union of Journalist hosted a dinner and a cultural presentation for us. There was a lot of drinking, dancing and singing under huges tents in the woods. I took a lot of great pictures, which friends from Lithuania - Jonas Staselis and Dainlus Radzevicius - asked permission to have a copy.
Jonas, a photographer and vice president of their union, and Dainlus, the chairman, have become good friends. Lithuanians love to drink and talk and drink and talk. We've shared stories and found out that we have really similar experiences in working in the media, making friends, drinking and, yes, we talk a lot about beautiful girls.
Jonas gave me a copy of their book on photography and CD of photos that they publish every year. They have a group similar to the Philippine Center for Photojournalism. Actually the only difference between us and the Lithuanians is they have the money and we don't have.
Today's sessions are rather boring, aside from me having a bad case of hangover due to last night's red wine, cognac, vodka, beer and all the other drinks shared with the Lithuanians, Indonesians, Nepalese, Indians, Kosovars, Russians, Australians, Cambodians, and the rest of the gang who dropped by our table in the bar until two o'clock in the morning. I can't imagine now how I survived the drink and came to my room and then later woke up at eight o'clock this morning.
1:08 p.m. May 30, 2007 (Wednesday)
Moscow
Ang hirap kapag nag-iisa. Solo flight talaga, walang suporta kahit galing embahada. Nakakainggit ang Indonesian, pareho lang kami na nag-iisang delegate, pero pinupuntahan siya araw-araw ng representatives ng kanyang embassy para kamustahin kung gusto ba niyang mamasyal, kung may kailangan ba niya ng tulong kahit sa Internet connection man lang, o para sabihan kung saan siya makakabili ng tubig.
Nagtanong ako kung paano nalaman ng embassy nila na nandito siya, ang sabi ng mga taga embahada nila may invitation daw lahat na embassies and foreign missions sa Moscow. Meron pa nga daw meeting earlier na sabi ng mga Indonesians, hindi daw nag-attend ang Pilipinas. Tinawagan ko ang Information department ng Philippine Embassy dito sa Moscow at sabi ni Mr. Derek Atienza, meron nga daw siyang invitation pero he will try daw kung makaka-attend siya.
What's good, however, is I don't owe anything to the government. Baka makikiusap pa na magdahan-dahan ako sa pagsasalita. Hindi pupwede yon. Pero Philippine national pa rin ako at trabaho nila na tumulong sa mga nationals na mapunta dito. Kahit man lang ipakita nila kung saan ang embassy natin.
Anyway, tuloy pa rin ang balitaktakan sa plenary. Ang hirap pa pakinggan dahil Russian at ang bagal ng translation. Di pa ako maka-connect sa Internet. Di ko alam kung natanggap ng Norway ang aking email o kaya ng opisina sa Manila. Pati itong computer nagloloko pa. Hay, buhay, di na ako nag-eenjoy sa byaheng ito. Actually, pwede rin sanang mag-enjoy kung may pera lang akong pwedeng gastusin, pero napakamahal ng bilihin at pamasahe dito at hindi pala-kaibigan ang mga Ruso, aside from the fact na di kami nagkakaintindihan dahil madalang ang Russian na nakakapag-ingles, kahit mga journalists.
May meeting mamaya ang regional groupings para i-raise ang issues ng bawat rehiyon. Dapat lang. Naka-apat na araw na ako dito wala pa ring nangyayari. Ngayong hapon pa lang ang talagang simula ng business of the congress. Trabaho na nga lang ako.
Saturday, May 26, 2007
To Russia and Norway
Finally I got my visa. I'm going to Russia and Norway in the coming days.
Thanks for all the support to:
Without your support and follow-up I would have given up this trip.
I will be speaking at the opening of the World Congress of the International Federation of Journalists in Moscow on Monday. The meeting will gather hundreds of journalists from all over the world in the Russian capital to share experiences and update each other on the media situation in their respective countries. Former USSR Prime Minister Michael Gorbachev is the keynote speaker.
A week later, I will be in Oslo to attend the Second Global Inter-Media Dialogue, which is sponsored by the Norwegian Foreign Ministry.
I'll try to keep this blog updated on the activities of both meetings.
I still have to prepare for a 21-hour flight.
Thanks for all the support to:
The Embassy of the Russian Federation in Manila
The Royal Norwegian Embassy in Manila
The International Federation of Journalists (particularly Christiane Dennis)
The Section for Human Rights and Democracy, The Norwegian Ministry of Foreign Affairs (particularly Elisabeth Salvesen)
The Russian Union of Journalists
The directorate of the National Union of Journalists of the Philippines
My bosses and colleagues at GMANews.TV
Benny Antiporda of AFIMA
Carol of CMFR
Without your support and follow-up I would have given up this trip.
I will be speaking at the opening of the World Congress of the International Federation of Journalists in Moscow on Monday. The meeting will gather hundreds of journalists from all over the world in the Russian capital to share experiences and update each other on the media situation in their respective countries. Former USSR Prime Minister Michael Gorbachev is the keynote speaker.
A week later, I will be in Oslo to attend the Second Global Inter-Media Dialogue, which is sponsored by the Norwegian Foreign Ministry.
I'll try to keep this blog updated on the activities of both meetings.
I still have to prepare for a 21-hour flight.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Mabuhay si Dagohoy!
Here's an old joke sent by my dear brother Totsie of Bohol:
It was the first day of school in Washington, DC and a new student named Dagohoy, the son of a Filipino immigrant, entered the fourth grade.
The teacher began, "Let's review some American history, class. Who said 'Give me liberty or give me death?'"
She saw a sea of blank faces, except for Dagohoy's who had his hand up,"Patrick Henry, 1775."
"Very good," said the teacher.
"Who said 'Government of the people, by the people, and for the people, shall not perish from the earth'"?
Again, no response except from Dagohoy: "Abraham Lincoln, Gettysburg, 1863," he said.
The teacher snaps at the class, "Class, you should be ashamed, Dagohoy who is new to our country knows more about our history than you do."
She hears a loud whisper from the back: "Screw the Filipinos."
"Who said that?" she demanded.
Dagohoy put his hand up. "General John Pershing, Manila, 1896."
At that point, Jack, another student says, "I'm going to puke." The teacher glares and asks, "All right! Now who said that?"
Again Dagohoy answers, "George Bush, Sr. to the Japanese Prime Minister during the state dinner, Tokyo, 1991."
Now furious, another student yells, "Oh yeah? Suck this!!
"Dagohoy jumps out of his chair waving his hand and shouts to the teacher at the top of his voice,
"Bill Clinton to Monica Lewinsky, the Oval Office, 1997!!"
Someone shouts, "You little shit if you say anything else, I'll kill you."
Dagohoy yells, "Congressman Gary Condit to Chandra Levy, Washington, D.C., 2001!"
The teacher faints. "I'm outta here!" mutters one student as he sidles to the door.
"President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo, Baguio City, December 30, 2002!!" Dagohoy responds.
As the class gathers around her on the floor, someone says, "Oh shit, now we're really in big trouble!"
"Saddam Hussein, on the Iraq invasion, Baghdad, May 2003!" Dagohoy bellowed.
"Now, I really have to run," Jack mutters, heading for the exit, "Gloria Macapagal Arroyo again, Pampanga, October 4, 2003!!!"
Dagohoy shouts triumphantly jumping with glee.
Then a burly African-American boy grabbed Dagohoy and strangled him, about to give a fistful to a frightened Dagohoy.
Then an Asian boy stood up and shouted, "Hey easy on him. I'M A FILIPINO!"
Dagohoy then blurted out before he got socked out, "Fernando Poe, Jr. Manila, January 2004!!!"
A trip to Europe?
I'm supposed to leave for a two-week trip to Europe this weekend. But until now I still have no visa.
My dilemma: There's this embassy located inside a posh village in Makati where I was supposed to apply for a visa. The village guards would not allow me in because my name is not on the list of people who are scheduled to visit the embassy. The guards, who were just following orders, said I should set an appointment by calling the embassy, which I did of course several times already in the past weeks. The one who answers my calls always referred me to the number of the visa section, which nobody answers.
So what to do? I sent an email twice already to the email address on the embassy's Web site. No answer. I also sent a fax message to the number of the consular department, still no answer. I already have an invitation from the Foreign Ministry of the said country, but the guards refused to recognize the letter.
(One thing I appreciate about the American Embassy in Manila is they will either say yes or no to any visa application and will not hold you in suspense.)
I am also very grateful to the people at the Norwegian Embassy, the other country that I am going to visit for another conference. The friendly Norwegians immediately accommodated my request for a visa after I showed an invitation from no less than their prime minister.
Actually, I always have mixed feelings every time I'm invited to travel to another country. One, I don't really have the financial capability to travel. I'm not really that excited to travel because I know that all I do abroad is stay in my hotel, attend meetings and walk around the block or to the nearest park. Except of course if there are generous sponsors who shoulder my needs, including allowances for excursions or outings.
The last time I went abroad was to Jakarta. Except for my trip to my hotel from the airport and back, and for the short trip to a park where a protest action for missing journalists was held, I just stayed in the hotel, consuming cups of free coffee.
Travels are exciting, but for a Filipino "promdi" like me who can hardly afford a trip out of Metro Manila, it's a sacrifice.
Abangan na lang natin kung it's a go or not this weekend.
My thanks, of course, to my dear friend Carol who, upon hearing of my ignorance about traveling abroad, went out of her way to look for an agency and get my travel insurance, although it's not yet sure if I would be able to leave. Ha, ha, ha. Thanks, Carol dear. Sabi nga, you know who your real friends are in times of need.
My dilemma: There's this embassy located inside a posh village in Makati where I was supposed to apply for a visa. The village guards would not allow me in because my name is not on the list of people who are scheduled to visit the embassy. The guards, who were just following orders, said I should set an appointment by calling the embassy, which I did of course several times already in the past weeks. The one who answers my calls always referred me to the number of the visa section, which nobody answers.
So what to do? I sent an email twice already to the email address on the embassy's Web site. No answer. I also sent a fax message to the number of the consular department, still no answer. I already have an invitation from the Foreign Ministry of the said country, but the guards refused to recognize the letter.
(One thing I appreciate about the American Embassy in Manila is they will either say yes or no to any visa application and will not hold you in suspense.)
I am also very grateful to the people at the Norwegian Embassy, the other country that I am going to visit for another conference. The friendly Norwegians immediately accommodated my request for a visa after I showed an invitation from no less than their prime minister.
Actually, I always have mixed feelings every time I'm invited to travel to another country. One, I don't really have the financial capability to travel. I'm not really that excited to travel because I know that all I do abroad is stay in my hotel, attend meetings and walk around the block or to the nearest park. Except of course if there are generous sponsors who shoulder my needs, including allowances for excursions or outings.
The last time I went abroad was to Jakarta. Except for my trip to my hotel from the airport and back, and for the short trip to a park where a protest action for missing journalists was held, I just stayed in the hotel, consuming cups of free coffee.
Travels are exciting, but for a Filipino "promdi" like me who can hardly afford a trip out of Metro Manila, it's a sacrifice.
Abangan na lang natin kung it's a go or not this weekend.
My thanks, of course, to my dear friend Carol who, upon hearing of my ignorance about traveling abroad, went out of her way to look for an agency and get my travel insurance, although it's not yet sure if I would be able to leave. Ha, ha, ha. Thanks, Carol dear. Sabi nga, you know who your real friends are in times of need.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Back to basic
The smell of sweat, the excitement of the moment, the feeling of being nameless and faceless in the crowd, make going back to the field an experience I will never trade with any other post.
I'm back in the field these days, trying to remember the basics of "real journalism."
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Tired, sore, and alone
Just so tired to work or think. Time moves like "shooting stars" - here one moment, gone the next, so fleeting, leaving no trace on the horizon.
When I was young I've always wondered where shooting stars go, although I was always fascinated, and at the same time afraid, with lightning. Lightning kills. I've seen trees, houses and lives destroyed in our province because of lightning.
I was always afraid of fleeting moments, of passing fancy, of short or shortened lives. I've always wondered what meaning there is for people whose lives are cut short either by poverty, sickness, war, or accidents. How does it feel to pass this world like lightning, for only a moment, like a shooting star.
The season for rains and typhoons and storms is here again. There will be more lightnings, there will be more deaths, there will be lives lost, lives forgotten, like dying stars, falling.
Unlike politicians with a vision to live and reign in the next 100 years, if not forever, it helps to remember that we, ordinary mortals, are just passing by, like "shooting stars," like lightning. Here today, gone tomorrow.
When I was young I've always wondered where shooting stars go, although I was always fascinated, and at the same time afraid, with lightning. Lightning kills. I've seen trees, houses and lives destroyed in our province because of lightning.
I was always afraid of fleeting moments, of passing fancy, of short or shortened lives. I've always wondered what meaning there is for people whose lives are cut short either by poverty, sickness, war, or accidents. How does it feel to pass this world like lightning, for only a moment, like a shooting star.
The season for rains and typhoons and storms is here again. There will be more lightnings, there will be more deaths, there will be lives lost, lives forgotten, like dying stars, falling.
Unlike politicians with a vision to live and reign in the next 100 years, if not forever, it helps to remember that we, ordinary mortals, are just passing by, like "shooting stars," like lightning. Here today, gone tomorrow.
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Counting the numbers
Monitoring the Namfrel and Comelec counts of the May 14 elections results is a feat for reporters assigned to cover the tally, and for editors who have to manually encode the results into computer programs.
(Journalists work at the Comelec's Media Center at the PICC)
The Comelec distributes "soft copies" of the elections results (they even email it to media organizations) but these are two days late. It has to clear the commission's various stages of checking and counter-checking before it is released to the media. (I wonder why Comelec announces the result even before the soft copies pass the clearing stage.)
If one reads the result of the Comelec count in newspapers or news sites, one notices that the figures are already in the millions. But if one looks at the official results released by the poll body, the numbers are lower.
Namfrel releases only "hard copies" of its count.
Reporters at the PICC (Comelec) and Greenhills (Namfrel) have to generate their own Excel files and encode the figures announced by both Comelec and Namfrel to determine the ranking of the candidates.
Comelec releases only an alphabetical listing of the results. The poll body does not rank the list of candidates based on the number of votes.
It's a long way for elections in the country to be at par with other democracies. Longer than the counting of votes is the overhaul of the election process itself, voter education included.
(Journalists work at the Comelec's Media Center at the PICC)
The Comelec distributes "soft copies" of the elections results (they even email it to media organizations) but these are two days late. It has to clear the commission's various stages of checking and counter-checking before it is released to the media. (I wonder why Comelec announces the result even before the soft copies pass the clearing stage.)
If one reads the result of the Comelec count in newspapers or news sites, one notices that the figures are already in the millions. But if one looks at the official results released by the poll body, the numbers are lower.
Namfrel releases only "hard copies" of its count.
Reporters at the PICC (Comelec) and Greenhills (Namfrel) have to generate their own Excel files and encode the figures announced by both Comelec and Namfrel to determine the ranking of the candidates.
Comelec releases only an alphabetical listing of the results. The poll body does not rank the list of candidates based on the number of votes.
It's a long way for elections in the country to be at par with other democracies. Longer than the counting of votes is the overhaul of the election process itself, voter education included.
Bagyo
May bagyong parating. Parang napaaga yata ang pagdating ng tag-ulan sa taong ito. Tila nagbabadya ng mas marami pang baha at sakuna.
Typhoon 'Amang' intensifies
Typhoon "Amang" continued to intensify Saturday morning.
In its 11 a.m. advisory, Pag-asa said "Amang" was 1,080 km east of Aurora province as of 10 a.m. Saturday, with maximum sustained winds of 130 kph and gustiness of 160 kph.
"Amang" continued to move north-northwest at 13 kph and was expected to be 970 km east of Northern Luzon Sunday morning, and 1,300 km east of Batanes Monday morning. - GMANews.TV
Friday, May 18, 2007
Neil Gaiman's 'Neverwhere'
"Neverwhere" is my first Gaiman novel.
An officemate told me Gaiman's fans are mostly young people. I said I'm not that old to understand Gaiman.
I've read several Gaiman stories. I even bought a second-hand collection of his stories. I enjoyed them.
"Neverwhere" aroused innate fears. And a little bit of hope.
An officemate told me Gaiman's fans are mostly young people. I said I'm not that old to understand Gaiman.
I've read several Gaiman stories. I even bought a second-hand collection of his stories. I enjoyed them.
"Neverwhere" aroused innate fears. And a little bit of hope.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Ang landas na tinahak ni Allan
Dalawampu't isang taon na ang nakalipas nang huli kaming magkita ni Allan B. Dahil wala pang cell phone noon, naputol ang lahat na ugnayan namin. Ni sulat wala kaming natanggap mula sa isa't isa. Di ko na nalaman ang nangyari sa kanya, di na rin niya alam kung anong landas ang tinahak ko sa buhay.
(Ang letrato na yan ay kuha 20 years ago, noong 1987. Ako yang nakadilaw(!) na jogging pants sa kaliwa, si Paul ang nasa gitna (nasa Amerika na siya), at si Padi (nasan na kaya siya?))
Pareho kaming tubong-Mindanao. Mas matanda siya sa akin. Nagkakilala kami sa seminaryo. Sabay na nangarap kung papaano makapagsilbi sa Diyos at sa bayan. Sabay na nakibaka sa anumang maliit na maitulong namin para magkaroon ng pag-asa ang mga taong nakasalamuha namin sa mga baryo sa Mindanao at Basilan at sa urban poor communities dito sa Maynila.
Sabay din kaming namulat sa ganda ng mga dalaga, dito man sa Maynila o sa mga liblib na baryo kung saan kami nagtuturo ng katekismo at kanta sa mga bata. Syempre pa, siya sa kanta at gitara, ako sa katekismo dahil kahit anong praktis ko medyo sablay talaga ang tunog kapag ako ang nagtuturo ng "El Senor es contigo."
Nagulat ako nang makatanggap ng text message mula sa kanya kanina. Natatawa pa ako: Eto kasi ang sabi nya: "D nko m imagine ang usa k y buot nga cge rag bsas kwarto s claret serious na kaau s tv on vital isues n concern. Musta na (Di ko ma-imagine ang isang walang muwang na lagi lang nagbabasa sa kwarto sa Claret, seryoso na masyado on vital issues and concerns).
Dalawampu't isang taon na ang nakalipas, kaya tinawagan ko siya. Di ko nga alam kung sino sya noong una. Isang bata ang nakasagot. Tatay daw niya si Allan at wala ito sa bahay, nasa bukid daw naglipat ng baka.
Nang makausap ko siya, sinabi niyang nasa isang liblib na baryo na raw siya nakatira. Simpleng buhay daw. Matagal na raw siyang walang nakausap, nakasama, nakahuntahan na dating kasama't kaibigan. Sa TV na lang yata niya nakikita ang Maynila na dati naming pinasyalan at kinilala na parang dito na huhubugin ang kapalaran.
Sabi ko, basta ba masaya siya sa kanyang kinaroroonan, basta ba nagigising siyang buo pa rin ang mga pangarap, buo pa rin ang pag-asang sa susunod na pagsikat ng araw mas maalwal ang buhay, mas may pag-asa, mas mataba ang baka, may itlog ang mga manok at namumulaklak ang mais.
Matagal-tagal din kaming nag-usap, nagkamustahan, inaalala ang nakaraan, ang mga nakasama sa pagbuo ng mga pangarap, ang pagtayo ng LRT sa Taft Avenue, ang Nayong Pilipino na naunang napasyalan sa Maynila, ang Corregidor, ang EDSA 1, ang marami pang mga karanasan.
Sabi ko naiinggit nga ako sa kanya. Matutulog na siya pagkalubog pa lang ng araw, gigising naman sa padating ng bukangliwayway. Napakatagal na panahon nang di ako nakakita ng bukangliwayway. Napakatagal na panahon nang di ako nakatulog sabay sa paglubog ng araw.
Sabi ng kaibigan ko: "Yan ang pinili mong landas."
Naalala ko tuloy, isa sya sa mga unang nakabasa sa aking mga tula. Natatawa ako sa sarili dahil talagang di naman ako marunong tumula at sinasabi lang ng mga tulad ni Allan na ang mga sinusulat ko ay tula. Kaya naman, nagsulat ako ngayong gabi.
(Ang letrato na yan ay kuha 20 years ago, noong 1987. Ako yang nakadilaw(!) na jogging pants sa kaliwa, si Paul ang nasa gitna (nasa Amerika na siya), at si Padi (nasan na kaya siya?))
Pareho kaming tubong-Mindanao. Mas matanda siya sa akin. Nagkakilala kami sa seminaryo. Sabay na nangarap kung papaano makapagsilbi sa Diyos at sa bayan. Sabay na nakibaka sa anumang maliit na maitulong namin para magkaroon ng pag-asa ang mga taong nakasalamuha namin sa mga baryo sa Mindanao at Basilan at sa urban poor communities dito sa Maynila.
Sabay din kaming namulat sa ganda ng mga dalaga, dito man sa Maynila o sa mga liblib na baryo kung saan kami nagtuturo ng katekismo at kanta sa mga bata. Syempre pa, siya sa kanta at gitara, ako sa katekismo dahil kahit anong praktis ko medyo sablay talaga ang tunog kapag ako ang nagtuturo ng "El Senor es contigo."
Nagulat ako nang makatanggap ng text message mula sa kanya kanina. Natatawa pa ako: Eto kasi ang sabi nya: "D nko m imagine ang usa k y buot nga cge rag bsas kwarto s claret serious na kaau s tv on vital isues n concern. Musta na (Di ko ma-imagine ang isang walang muwang na lagi lang nagbabasa sa kwarto sa Claret, seryoso na masyado on vital issues and concerns).
Dalawampu't isang taon na ang nakalipas, kaya tinawagan ko siya. Di ko nga alam kung sino sya noong una. Isang bata ang nakasagot. Tatay daw niya si Allan at wala ito sa bahay, nasa bukid daw naglipat ng baka.
Nang makausap ko siya, sinabi niyang nasa isang liblib na baryo na raw siya nakatira. Simpleng buhay daw. Matagal na raw siyang walang nakausap, nakasama, nakahuntahan na dating kasama't kaibigan. Sa TV na lang yata niya nakikita ang Maynila na dati naming pinasyalan at kinilala na parang dito na huhubugin ang kapalaran.
Sabi ko, basta ba masaya siya sa kanyang kinaroroonan, basta ba nagigising siyang buo pa rin ang mga pangarap, buo pa rin ang pag-asang sa susunod na pagsikat ng araw mas maalwal ang buhay, mas may pag-asa, mas mataba ang baka, may itlog ang mga manok at namumulaklak ang mais.
Matagal-tagal din kaming nag-usap, nagkamustahan, inaalala ang nakaraan, ang mga nakasama sa pagbuo ng mga pangarap, ang pagtayo ng LRT sa Taft Avenue, ang Nayong Pilipino na naunang napasyalan sa Maynila, ang Corregidor, ang EDSA 1, ang marami pang mga karanasan.
Sabi ko naiinggit nga ako sa kanya. Matutulog na siya pagkalubog pa lang ng araw, gigising naman sa padating ng bukangliwayway. Napakatagal na panahon nang di ako nakakita ng bukangliwayway. Napakatagal na panahon nang di ako nakatulog sabay sa paglubog ng araw.
Sabi ng kaibigan ko: "Yan ang pinili mong landas."
Naalala ko tuloy, isa sya sa mga unang nakabasa sa aking mga tula. Natatawa ako sa sarili dahil talagang di naman ako marunong tumula at sinasabi lang ng mga tulad ni Allan na ang mga sinusulat ko ay tula. Kaya naman, nagsulat ako ngayong gabi.
Lumubog na ang araw, madilim na ang gabi
Oras na naman ng pagdalaw ng pangungulila
Walang takipsilim sa syudad, walang kampana
Walang hudyat para umuwi na ang mga bata
Walang kalabaw o baka, o baboy o manok
Na aasikasuhin bago sumubo ng kanin
Habang nakapatong ang maruming paa
Sa mahabang bangko sa tabi ng hapag
Tumawag ang isang dating kakilala kanina
Nasa malayong bukid na raw siya nakatira
Mahirap daw ang makikipagbuno sa lupa
Kahig muna bago tuka ang magsaka
Sabi ko mas mahirap na maglakad
Sa sementadong gubat sa syudad
Mabigat ang maghabol ng pantasya
Gustuhin ko pang magbungkal ng lupa
How I wish
"Be careful what you wish for, it might be granted to you."
Somebody might have said it to me, or I might have read it from somewhere. But yes, I wish, yes, how I wish I was more careful in my wishes.
God has been good, really good to me. He gave me a lot of blessings more than what I wished for. Now I'm just tired.
I wished for work that would be pioneering in my field of expertise. I wished that I could work with no specific time to come in or out. I wished that I could help other journalists.
God granted me my wish.
I work in the morning, I work in the afternoon, I work in the evening, I work at dawn, I work in the office, I work outside the office, I just work.
Reporters who get threats call me, media organizations call me for interviews when a journalist is killed, I attend meetings, travel to places without enjoying the sites, address audiences as if it is my responsibility to attend such functions, etc, etc.
I just work. I have no time to enjoy the fruits of my work, to gaze at the sunset or welcome the sunrise. I haven't seen a movie for a long time, I haven't been to a mall, I haven't sung in a videoke bar, I haven't even had beer with colleagues.
How I wish I can still make a wish without God making a joke.
Somebody might have said it to me, or I might have read it from somewhere. But yes, I wish, yes, how I wish I was more careful in my wishes.
God has been good, really good to me. He gave me a lot of blessings more than what I wished for. Now I'm just tired.
I wished for work that would be pioneering in my field of expertise. I wished that I could work with no specific time to come in or out. I wished that I could help other journalists.
God granted me my wish.
I work in the morning, I work in the afternoon, I work in the evening, I work at dawn, I work in the office, I work outside the office, I just work.
Reporters who get threats call me, media organizations call me for interviews when a journalist is killed, I attend meetings, travel to places without enjoying the sites, address audiences as if it is my responsibility to attend such functions, etc, etc.
I just work. I have no time to enjoy the fruits of my work, to gaze at the sunset or welcome the sunrise. I haven't seen a movie for a long time, I haven't been to a mall, I haven't sung in a videoke bar, I haven't even had beer with colleagues.
How I wish I can still make a wish without God making a joke.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Monday, May 14, 2007
After 6 hours
After more than six hours, at about 2:30 in the morning, news was slow, and so was the server.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Election coverage
Past 8 p.m., May 13, 2007. GMANews.TV Newsroom. Simula na ng walang tulugan for the 2007 Elections coverage.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Sa pagbuhos ng ulan sa tag-araw
Bumuhos na ang ulan. Malamig na ang panahon. Ang simoy ng hangin ay tila haplos ng malamig na kamay ng sintang kinakabahan sa unang gabi ng pagtatalik.
Patapos na ang tag-init. Muli na namang mamumulaklak ang mga halaman. Muli na namang uusbong ang mga makahiya sa gilid ng daan, muli na namang magbabantay ng mga murang tinik sa tangkay ng bagong tubong rosas.
Bagong pag-asa ang hatid ng pagpatak ng ulan matapos ang mahabang tag-init. Pag-asang alam nating lahat ay may kaakibat na mga pagsubok -- tulad na lamang sa parating na halalan, tulad na lamang sa mga pangakong muling binibitawan ng mga magsing-irog, o ng mga magkakalaban sa tunggalian, tulad na lamang sa pagsapit ng takipsilim sa mga liblib na baryo.
Lahat ng bagay, ika nga, ay magkakambal. Kung merong liwanag, may dilim, kung may dalamhati, may ligayang darating. Nakakalungkot nga lang dito sa ating bayan, halos 'di makita ang ganitong pag-ikot ng kapalaran. Tila hindi umiinog ang mundo. Ang mga dukha ay patuloy na dukha, ang mga mayayaman ay walang humpay sa pagpapasasa, ang mga pulitiko, sila-sila pa rin ang tumatakbo, ang mga niloloko ay patuloy na kumakapit sa paniniwalang darating ang panahon at kusang babaligtad ang sitwasyon.
Ayokong maniwala sa kapalaran, ayokong maniwala sa pag-ibig, o sa kapayapaan, na nakakamit dahil sa takot ng pagkatalo. Naniniwala ako sa isang patas na laban, sa isang laban na waland dayaan, na walang trayduran, sa pakikibakang hatid ng pait at sakit dahil sa pag-aalay ng dugo, pawis o buhay para makamit ang minimithi.
Kapag tag-ulan, lalo na sa gitna ng gabi, dumarating ang halo-halong damdamin - ng pangungulila, ng nag-aalab na damdamin para makibaka, ng pangarap na baguhin ang mukha ng lipunan. Nakakalungkot nga lang na sa pagsikat ng araw, marami ang nakakalimot sa gabing dumaan. Sa paggising nalilimutan ang mga matatamis na salitang ibinulong sa sinisinta, ang halakhakan sa baba ng hagdan, ang sumpang ipaglalaban ang mga karapatan, ang mga sigaw ng pagnanasa ng kapayapaan. Nalilimutan ng marami, nalilimutang sa bawat pangako, sa bawat pagbigkas ng "sulong," maraming puso ang umaasa at nagigising na nauulila.
Parang gawain ng mga pulitiko, parang gawain ng marami sa atin, parang gawain ko, parang mga nakasanayan mo.
Hand of the Master
This came from the egroup of my Claretian brothers:
When the house lights dimmed and the concert was about to begin, the mother returned to her seat and discovered that the child was missing.
Suddenly, the curtains parted and spotlights focused on the impressive Steinway on stage. In horror, the mother saw her little boy sitting at the keyboard, innocently picking out "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star."
At that moment, the great piano master made his entrance, quickly moved to the piano, and whispered in the boy's ear, "Don't quit. Keep playing." Then, leaning over, Paderewski reached down with his left hand and began filling in a bass part. Soon his right arm reached around to the other side of the child, and he added a running obbligato.
Together, the old master and the young novice transformed what could have been a fr ightening situation into a wonderfully creative experience. The audience was so mesmerized that they couldn't recall what else the great master played. Only the classic, " Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star."
Perhaps that's the way life is meant to be. What we can accomplish on our own is hardly noteworthy. We try our best, but the results aren't always graceful flowing music. However, with the hand of the Master, our life's work can truly be beautiful.
The next time you set out to accomplish great feats, listen carefully. You may hear the voice of the Master, whispering in your ear, "Don't quit. Keep playing."
May you feel His arms around you and know that His hands are there, helping you turn your feeble attempts into true masterpieces.
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Memory waltz
It’s May. The rains are here. With the first raindrop, flowers bloom. Girls turn into women. Love blossoms. Memories, like golden rays of the setting sun, are fingers that reach back into the depths of one’s being. Ordinary folks become poets, poets become lovers. Sinners pray, children offer flowers to the Virgin.
It’s fiesta time in many parts of the country. People remember their saints – San Isidro, patron of farmers. There’s food on the table after a bountiful harvest. The morning star seems to not part with the moon. A sign, fishermen say, of a good catch waiting in the middle of the ocean. A sign, young men say, to go a-courting.
People who are far decide to come home. Those who could not afford a trip back wax sentimental, especially in the early evening, when noise and silence compete to grab one’s attention. There’s no escaping the memory of village dances, of picnics under fruit-bearing mango trees, of games – tubig-tubig or tubigan under the full moon, taguan, or even sungka with older cousins and siblings.
There’s no escaping the shadow of the past visiting, of lovers leaving, of family members dying, of the first heartache, the second, and sometimes, the endless romance that never came to be, of promises that never become reality.
The month of May is both happy and sad, a marriage of tragedy and victory - facets of life all of us cannot escape, like coming to life and dying, like clouds becoming rain, like buds dying to become flowers, like girls having their first period, like the fingers of the setting sun, reaching out but slowly fading on the horizon.
It’s fiesta time in many parts of the country. People remember their saints – San Isidro, patron of farmers. There’s food on the table after a bountiful harvest. The morning star seems to not part with the moon. A sign, fishermen say, of a good catch waiting in the middle of the ocean. A sign, young men say, to go a-courting.
People who are far decide to come home. Those who could not afford a trip back wax sentimental, especially in the early evening, when noise and silence compete to grab one’s attention. There’s no escaping the memory of village dances, of picnics under fruit-bearing mango trees, of games – tubig-tubig or tubigan under the full moon, taguan, or even sungka with older cousins and siblings.
There’s no escaping the shadow of the past visiting, of lovers leaving, of family members dying, of the first heartache, the second, and sometimes, the endless romance that never came to be, of promises that never become reality.
The month of May is both happy and sad, a marriage of tragedy and victory - facets of life all of us cannot escape, like coming to life and dying, like clouds becoming rain, like buds dying to become flowers, like girls having their first period, like the fingers of the setting sun, reaching out but slowly fading on the horizon.
Monday, May 07, 2007
Cloudy skies
The weather bureau said Metro Manila will be experiencing cloudy skies in the coming days.
I just hope that in the coming days, as the elections near, the forecast will not take a literary twist.
Elections in this country is not known to be "bright" with the perennial incidents of cheating, fraud and violence.
France had its presidential election last Sunday. On Monday, the French people already knew who their new president is.
Will the time come that Filipinos will have the same experience?
I just hope that in the coming days, as the elections near, the forecast will not take a literary twist.
Elections in this country is not known to be "bright" with the perennial incidents of cheating, fraud and violence.
France had its presidential election last Sunday. On Monday, the French people already knew who their new president is.
Will the time come that Filipinos will have the same experience?
Saturday, May 05, 2007
'Moment'
There's nothing more romantic than spending time with a loved one, even for a moment, to reminisce the past and dream about the future.
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.
In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.
- Pablo Neruda
Paglalakbay
Tila ulan sa tag-init ang maikling panahon na nakaalis ako sa bansa. Subalit gustuhin ko mang maaliw, ipinagkait ito ng panahon. Hanggang sa ibang bayan trabaho pa rin ang aking inatupag.
Umalis ako sa paliparan ng Maynila alas-otso ng umaga ng Martes. Natulog lang ako buong panahon sa eroplano hanggang dumating sa paliparan ng Singapore.
Masayang sumakay ng eroplano lalo na kung malayo ang biyahe. Para bang dinuduyan ka sa ulap. Hindi ko lubos maisip na nasa pagitan ako ng langit at lupa at ipinapasa-Diyos ang buhay. Isipin nyo nga naman po, nasa hangin ka, nasa gitna ng kawalan, tila sinusubukan ang pananampalataya.
Pagdating sa Singapore, takbo naman agad sa isa pang eroplano para lumipad ng isang oras patungong Jakarta. Nang sinabi ng piloto na malapit na kaming dumapo sa Indonesia, sumilip ako sa bintana. Parang Pilipinas lang pala ang kapitbahay nating bansa. Medyo maganda pa ang Maynila. Marami ang sasakyan. Isipin nyo nga naman na apat na milyon daw ang motorsiklo sa Jakarta kung saan ang population ay tulad din lang sa Metro Manila.
Dumating ako sa aking tinirhang hotel at nagpahinga. Gawain kong magbabad sa bath tub matapos ang mahabang paglalakbay. Nakakatuwang maglaro ng mga bula sa maligamgam na tubig. Para kang bata, wala kang ibang iniisip, pabasa-basa, payosi-yosi, hanggang makatulog at magising na lamang dahil malamig na ang tubig.
Naghapunan naman agad ako ng authentic na Indonesian na pagkain at biglang napaluha dahil nakakain ng sili. May tumutugtog sa piyano at biglang humirit ng mga Frank Sinatra, kaya nagdesisyon akong bumalik na lang sa kwarto para manood ng TV.
Matagal-tagal na ring panahon na di ako nakatulog ng maaga, kaya bago pa man mag-ala una ng umaga'y nakaidlip na ako. Syanga pala, huli ng isang oras sa Pilipinas ang Indonesia.
Kinaumagahan, masaya naman akong binati ng mga kasapi ng fellowship ng Seapa. Nagbigay ako ng pananalita sa sitwasyon ng media sa Pilipinas. Mahaba din ang naging diskusyon kaya inabot kami ng tanghalian.
Kinahapunan naman, isang pagtitipon ng hindi kumulang isang daang mga mamamahayag mula sa iba't ibang bansa ng Asya ang aking nakasalamuha. Nagsalita naman ako tungkol sa tinatawag na "Culture of Impunity." Marami ang nagtanong. Marami ang nagulat. Marami ang namangha sa sitwasyon hindi lamang sa ating bansa kundi sa buong Asya.
Nagpalipas lang ako ng gabi sa kwarto dahil napaka-traffic sa Jakarta at tila wala naman akong mapapasyalan dahil medyo malayo ang aking tinirhang hotel sa sentro ng bayan.
Umaga na ng magising ako at kailangang magsalita naman sa isang forum tungkol naman sa "defamation" at libel. Nag-press conference pa ako matapos ko malaman na inatras na pala ni First Gentleman Arroyo ang demandang libelo laban sa 46 na mamamahayag.
Nakiupo na lang ako sa workshop kinahapunan tungkol sa mga batas ukol sa media at sa tinatawag nilang press council. May natutunan naman ako at iba talaga ang karanasan ng media sa ibang bansa.
Ala-siyete na ng gabi ng magsindi naman kami ng kandila para sa mga mamamahayag na nawawala. Umikot ako sa plaza ng Jakarta at kumain ng mga lutong Thai kasama ang mga taga-Seapa.
Madaling araw ng Biyernes ng umalis ako ng Jakarta pauwing Maynila.
Siyanga pala, alam n'yo bang sikat na sikat sa Indonesia si Diana Zubiri na nakilala daw doon dahil sa isang pelikulang "The Girl from Bandung" yata ang pamagat. Sikat din ang mang-aawit na si Christian Bautista.
At alam nyo bang mas mura pa ang batik (na galing Indonesia) na binibenta sa barter trade sa Zamboanga kaysa batik sa Indonesia na tinitinda sa isang pamilihang aking nadaanan?
At ang daming pirated na CD at DVD na nagkalat lamang sa kanilang mga lansangan.
Hanggang dito na muna. Mukhang kailangan ko pang magpahinga.
Umalis ako sa paliparan ng Maynila alas-otso ng umaga ng Martes. Natulog lang ako buong panahon sa eroplano hanggang dumating sa paliparan ng Singapore.
Masayang sumakay ng eroplano lalo na kung malayo ang biyahe. Para bang dinuduyan ka sa ulap. Hindi ko lubos maisip na nasa pagitan ako ng langit at lupa at ipinapasa-Diyos ang buhay. Isipin nyo nga naman po, nasa hangin ka, nasa gitna ng kawalan, tila sinusubukan ang pananampalataya.
Pagdating sa Singapore, takbo naman agad sa isa pang eroplano para lumipad ng isang oras patungong Jakarta. Nang sinabi ng piloto na malapit na kaming dumapo sa Indonesia, sumilip ako sa bintana. Parang Pilipinas lang pala ang kapitbahay nating bansa. Medyo maganda pa ang Maynila. Marami ang sasakyan. Isipin nyo nga naman na apat na milyon daw ang motorsiklo sa Jakarta kung saan ang population ay tulad din lang sa Metro Manila.
Dumating ako sa aking tinirhang hotel at nagpahinga. Gawain kong magbabad sa bath tub matapos ang mahabang paglalakbay. Nakakatuwang maglaro ng mga bula sa maligamgam na tubig. Para kang bata, wala kang ibang iniisip, pabasa-basa, payosi-yosi, hanggang makatulog at magising na lamang dahil malamig na ang tubig.
Naghapunan naman agad ako ng authentic na Indonesian na pagkain at biglang napaluha dahil nakakain ng sili. May tumutugtog sa piyano at biglang humirit ng mga Frank Sinatra, kaya nagdesisyon akong bumalik na lang sa kwarto para manood ng TV.
Matagal-tagal na ring panahon na di ako nakatulog ng maaga, kaya bago pa man mag-ala una ng umaga'y nakaidlip na ako. Syanga pala, huli ng isang oras sa Pilipinas ang Indonesia.
Kinaumagahan, masaya naman akong binati ng mga kasapi ng fellowship ng Seapa. Nagbigay ako ng pananalita sa sitwasyon ng media sa Pilipinas. Mahaba din ang naging diskusyon kaya inabot kami ng tanghalian.
Kinahapunan naman, isang pagtitipon ng hindi kumulang isang daang mga mamamahayag mula sa iba't ibang bansa ng Asya ang aking nakasalamuha. Nagsalita naman ako tungkol sa tinatawag na "Culture of Impunity." Marami ang nagtanong. Marami ang nagulat. Marami ang namangha sa sitwasyon hindi lamang sa ating bansa kundi sa buong Asya.
Nagpalipas lang ako ng gabi sa kwarto dahil napaka-traffic sa Jakarta at tila wala naman akong mapapasyalan dahil medyo malayo ang aking tinirhang hotel sa sentro ng bayan.
Umaga na ng magising ako at kailangang magsalita naman sa isang forum tungkol naman sa "defamation" at libel. Nag-press conference pa ako matapos ko malaman na inatras na pala ni First Gentleman Arroyo ang demandang libelo laban sa 46 na mamamahayag.
Nakiupo na lang ako sa workshop kinahapunan tungkol sa mga batas ukol sa media at sa tinatawag nilang press council. May natutunan naman ako at iba talaga ang karanasan ng media sa ibang bansa.
Ala-siyete na ng gabi ng magsindi naman kami ng kandila para sa mga mamamahayag na nawawala. Umikot ako sa plaza ng Jakarta at kumain ng mga lutong Thai kasama ang mga taga-Seapa.
Madaling araw ng Biyernes ng umalis ako ng Jakarta pauwing Maynila.
Siyanga pala, alam n'yo bang sikat na sikat sa Indonesia si Diana Zubiri na nakilala daw doon dahil sa isang pelikulang "The Girl from Bandung" yata ang pamagat. Sikat din ang mang-aawit na si Christian Bautista.
At alam nyo bang mas mura pa ang batik (na galing Indonesia) na binibenta sa barter trade sa Zamboanga kaysa batik sa Indonesia na tinitinda sa isang pamilihang aking nadaanan?
At ang daming pirated na CD at DVD na nagkalat lamang sa kanilang mga lansangan.
Hanggang dito na muna. Mukhang kailangan ko pang magpahinga.
Friday, May 04, 2007
Back from Jakarta
I just got back from Jakarta where I sat as a member of a panel that discussed the media's struggle against defamation in Asia.
In the middle of the discussion on Thursday (Press Freedom Day), I received a message from the Philippines that says First Gentleman Jose Miguel Arroyo dropped the libel charges he filed against 46 journalists.
It was good news for Asian journalists gathered in Jakarta. The conference organizers (IFJ, AJI, Seapa) invited me later to join a press conference to announce the news.
After the whole day workshop, we held a candle-lighting vigil at one park in Jakarta's city center to call for the immediate release of Alan Johnston, a BBC correspondent who was abducted by gunmen in Gaza on March 12.
It was an emotional gathering of journalists from all over the region.
In the middle of the discussion on Thursday (Press Freedom Day), I received a message from the Philippines that says First Gentleman Jose Miguel Arroyo dropped the libel charges he filed against 46 journalists.
It was good news for Asian journalists gathered in Jakarta. The conference organizers (IFJ, AJI, Seapa) invited me later to join a press conference to announce the news.
After the whole day workshop, we held a candle-lighting vigil at one park in Jakarta's city center to call for the immediate release of Alan Johnston, a BBC correspondent who was abducted by gunmen in Gaza on March 12.
It was an emotional gathering of journalists from all over the region.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Travel
I've always enjoyed airports. Or maybe the idea of travel. It's always exciting to just sit and watch people come and go.
I'm leaving for a trip today. My first this year outside the country.
What I don't like about trips, however, is the preparation - waking up early in the morning, ironing and folding clothes, thinking about what to bring, deciding on what book to read on the plane.
Of course the usual security check, especially the taking off of shoes, is annoying. Well, there are things, including trips abroad, that do not come free.
I'm leaving for a trip today. My first this year outside the country.
What I don't like about trips, however, is the preparation - waking up early in the morning, ironing and folding clothes, thinking about what to bring, deciding on what book to read on the plane.
Of course the usual security check, especially the taking off of shoes, is annoying. Well, there are things, including trips abroad, that do not come free.
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Tag-araw
Matindi ang init ng araw nitong mga nakalipas na linggo. Kasing-init sa pangangampanya ng mga pulitiko para sa darating na halalan sa Mayo.
Umuwi ako sa probinsya nitong nakalipas na weekend. Gano'n pa rin naman ang itsura ng aking bayan. Tila walang nagbago. Medyo nalinis lang ang dalampasigan dahil dumadami na ang mga kubo sa tabing-dagat at medyo alaga na ang mga halaman at puno.
Ang bagong sidewalk sa boulevard ay gawa na ng clay tiles. Magandang tingnan lalo na sa gabi kapag nasisindihan ang mga makulay na ilaw sa daan.
Di naman nagbago ang mga tao sa bayan ko. May mga tumatanda, may pilit na nagpapabata at marami na talagang mga bagong mukha na naging tao na siguro noong umalis na ako sa bayan 24 na taon na ang nakalipas.
Maalat pa rin ang dagat, mainit pa rin ang araw, namumulaklak pa rin ang akasya. May mga bagong bahay na ang tawag ng mga pinsan ko ay "katas ng retirement," "katas ng pagpupunas ng pwet ng banyaga" at "katas ng pagpuputa" sa Japan at ibang bansa.
Tsismoso't tsismosa pa rin ang mga dati nang tsismoso't tsismosa, 'di na ako nakakita ng tuba sa sentro ng bayan, Red Horse na ang tinitira ng kabataan at 'di na baylehan ang tawag ng sayawan. XRM na ang gamit ng mga bagets sa gimik, 'di tulad noon na kami ay nagpapagandahan ng bike.
Tahimik pa rin ang bayan ko. Pangarap ko pa rin na manitili doon, kasama ang mga mahal sa buhay, sa darating na panahon.
Malungkot lang na 'di ko man lang lubusang na-enjoy ang tag-init sa sa aming bayan. Nawala na kasi ang mga tukmo't punay na dating nakikipagharutan sa mga maya sa palayan. Wala na ang palayan sa likod ng aming kubo. Bahayan na ito. Marami na kaming mga kapitbahay, mga pinsan at kamag-anak.
Tag-araw, natutuyo ang mga batis sa Tipsong, walang hamog ang mga bulaklak sa umaga, nagtatago na yata ang mga dalaga.
Umuwi ako sa probinsya nitong nakalipas na weekend. Gano'n pa rin naman ang itsura ng aking bayan. Tila walang nagbago. Medyo nalinis lang ang dalampasigan dahil dumadami na ang mga kubo sa tabing-dagat at medyo alaga na ang mga halaman at puno.
Ang bagong sidewalk sa boulevard ay gawa na ng clay tiles. Magandang tingnan lalo na sa gabi kapag nasisindihan ang mga makulay na ilaw sa daan.
Di naman nagbago ang mga tao sa bayan ko. May mga tumatanda, may pilit na nagpapabata at marami na talagang mga bagong mukha na naging tao na siguro noong umalis na ako sa bayan 24 na taon na ang nakalipas.
Maalat pa rin ang dagat, mainit pa rin ang araw, namumulaklak pa rin ang akasya. May mga bagong bahay na ang tawag ng mga pinsan ko ay "katas ng retirement," "katas ng pagpupunas ng pwet ng banyaga" at "katas ng pagpuputa" sa Japan at ibang bansa.
Tsismoso't tsismosa pa rin ang mga dati nang tsismoso't tsismosa, 'di na ako nakakita ng tuba sa sentro ng bayan, Red Horse na ang tinitira ng kabataan at 'di na baylehan ang tawag ng sayawan. XRM na ang gamit ng mga bagets sa gimik, 'di tulad noon na kami ay nagpapagandahan ng bike.
Tahimik pa rin ang bayan ko. Pangarap ko pa rin na manitili doon, kasama ang mga mahal sa buhay, sa darating na panahon.
Malungkot lang na 'di ko man lang lubusang na-enjoy ang tag-init sa sa aming bayan. Nawala na kasi ang mga tukmo't punay na dating nakikipagharutan sa mga maya sa palayan. Wala na ang palayan sa likod ng aming kubo. Bahayan na ito. Marami na kaming mga kapitbahay, mga pinsan at kamag-anak.
Tag-araw, natutuyo ang mga batis sa Tipsong, walang hamog ang mga bulaklak sa umaga, nagtatago na yata ang mga dalaga.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Friday, April 20, 2007
Another dark period for Philippine media
This week marks another dark period for press freedom in the Philippines, with the murder of a colleague, the attempted murder of another and a libel case filed by a governor against yet another.
Carmelo Palacios, 41, field reporter of the government-run Radyo ng Bayan, was found dead in Sta. Rosa town, Nueva Ecija, Wednesday morning, his body battered and shot in the chin. He was the 51st journalist to be killed under the Arroyo administration's increasingly blood-drenched watch, and the third this year.
Director Geary Barias of Task Force Usig has said there is reason to believe the murder of Palacios was an offshoot of his being a "hard-hitting, no nonsense reporter" and "anti-crime crusader."
A day after, Delfin Mallari Jr., correspondent of the Philippine Daily Inquirer and the host of a local radio program and editor of the local paper Ang Dyaryo Natin, was shot and wounded in an ambush in Lucena City.
Colleague Johnny Glorioso of dzMM and Mallari's co-host and fellow editor, said they have all the reason to believe the attempt on Mallari's life was "politically motivated."
In Cebu City, Leo Lastimosa, station manager of local ABS-CBN radio, was slapped with a libel suit by Cebu Governor Gwendolyn Garcia because of his exposes on alleged scams committed during the preparations for the 12th Association of Southeast Asian Nations there.
And in Albay, dzRH reporter Jun Alegre was arrested yesterday and jailed over a 10-year-old libel case.
The National Union of Journalists of the Philippines condemns these latest assaults on our colleagues and on press freedom as a whole.
Indeed, the assaults on journalists and not just press freedom but freedom of expression and the people's right to know as well, have been coming more often and becoming more brazen.
In the case of media, while there remains no indication that this is part of a broad, concerted effort, unlike the assaults on other sectors, the fact nevertheless remains that the continued assaults on
our colleagues and on our freedom and liberties are abetted by a climate of impunity that is the result of official inaction, antipathy and, in many cases, even outright hostility.
This is borne out by last year's attempts by government to clamp down on the media during the ill-conceived state of national emergency, the multiple libel cases filed against 46 journalists by no less than the president's husband, the sedition charges filed against the Tribune and the comments from sundry government and security officials, notably Justice Secretary Raul Gonzalez, that a number of our slain colleagues may have deserved their fates -- as if there were any justification for murder.
Again, as we mourn our fallen, see to our wounded and give succor to the embattled, we challenge President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo to do the one singular act that will prove that her administration is not abetting this climate of impunity that is steadily and with gathering speed and brazenness battering at our most basic rights and liberties -- issue a categorical order to put an end to the killings and assaults, to get the perpetrators, and declare the decriminalization of libel an urgent measure.
We urge our colleagues to remain steadfast and band together and call on the people whom we serve to help send a strong signal to those who would deprive them of their right to know that, no, we will not surrender.
Jose Torres Jr.
NUJP chairperson
Carmelo Palacios, 41, field reporter of the government-run Radyo ng Bayan, was found dead in Sta. Rosa town, Nueva Ecija, Wednesday morning, his body battered and shot in the chin. He was the 51st journalist to be killed under the Arroyo administration's increasingly blood-drenched watch, and the third this year.
Director Geary Barias of Task Force Usig has said there is reason to believe the murder of Palacios was an offshoot of his being a "hard-hitting, no nonsense reporter" and "anti-crime crusader."
A day after, Delfin Mallari Jr., correspondent of the Philippine Daily Inquirer and the host of a local radio program and editor of the local paper Ang Dyaryo Natin, was shot and wounded in an ambush in Lucena City.
Colleague Johnny Glorioso of dzMM and Mallari's co-host and fellow editor, said they have all the reason to believe the attempt on Mallari's life was "politically motivated."
In Cebu City, Leo Lastimosa, station manager of local ABS-CBN radio, was slapped with a libel suit by Cebu Governor Gwendolyn Garcia because of his exposes on alleged scams committed during the preparations for the 12th Association of Southeast Asian Nations there.
And in Albay, dzRH reporter Jun Alegre was arrested yesterday and jailed over a 10-year-old libel case.
The National Union of Journalists of the Philippines condemns these latest assaults on our colleagues and on press freedom as a whole.
Indeed, the assaults on journalists and not just press freedom but freedom of expression and the people's right to know as well, have been coming more often and becoming more brazen.
In the case of media, while there remains no indication that this is part of a broad, concerted effort, unlike the assaults on other sectors, the fact nevertheless remains that the continued assaults on
our colleagues and on our freedom and liberties are abetted by a climate of impunity that is the result of official inaction, antipathy and, in many cases, even outright hostility.
This is borne out by last year's attempts by government to clamp down on the media during the ill-conceived state of national emergency, the multiple libel cases filed against 46 journalists by no less than the president's husband, the sedition charges filed against the Tribune and the comments from sundry government and security officials, notably Justice Secretary Raul Gonzalez, that a number of our slain colleagues may have deserved their fates -- as if there were any justification for murder.
Again, as we mourn our fallen, see to our wounded and give succor to the embattled, we challenge President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo to do the one singular act that will prove that her administration is not abetting this climate of impunity that is steadily and with gathering speed and brazenness battering at our most basic rights and liberties -- issue a categorical order to put an end to the killings and assaults, to get the perpetrators, and declare the decriminalization of libel an urgent measure.
We urge our colleagues to remain steadfast and band together and call on the people whom we serve to help send a strong signal to those who would deprive them of their right to know that, no, we will not surrender.
Jose Torres Jr.
NUJP chairperson
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Monday, April 16, 2007
Being a good citizen
It's difficult to be a law-abiding citizen. You have to fall in line under the heat of the sun to pay your taxes. It's good that some banks are accepting payments. I did just that and became a good citizen in just a matter of 15 minutes.
Now I have all the right to complain about bad roads, the rising cost of living and the human rights violations that are, most of the times, not addressed by authorities. I paid my taxes, paid my dues, did my part as a Filipino, our government should be doing its part too.
Now I have all the right to complain about bad roads, the rising cost of living and the human rights violations that are, most of the times, not addressed by authorities. I paid my taxes, paid my dues, did my part as a Filipino, our government should be doing its part too.
Sunday, April 15, 2007
As expected, Pacquiao won
Pacquiao won.
Filipinos, including Rep. Darlene Antonino-Custodio, were grateful after Manny brought "honor" to the country by beating the hell out of Jorge Solis.
Good for Manny. He will surely bring home the money. Good for all Pinoys. We had a temporary break from the boredom of our poor existence. There was even free merienda in some sports complex in Manila courtesy of local politicians.
Good for me and my colleagues. We had to stay in the office for almost 20 hours now to make sure the world will be informed what happens to the "people's champion."
I wonder why we're so excited about the outcome of the Pacquiao-Solis fight when we were so sure anyway that Manny would win.
It's just maybe the love for a good fight.
Filipinos, including Rep. Darlene Antonino-Custodio, were grateful after Manny brought "honor" to the country by beating the hell out of Jorge Solis.
Good for Manny. He will surely bring home the money. Good for all Pinoys. We had a temporary break from the boredom of our poor existence. There was even free merienda in some sports complex in Manila courtesy of local politicians.
Good for me and my colleagues. We had to stay in the office for almost 20 hours now to make sure the world will be informed what happens to the "people's champion."
I wonder why we're so excited about the outcome of the Pacquiao-Solis fight when we were so sure anyway that Manny would win.
It's just maybe the love for a good fight.
All eyes on Pacquiao
Pacquiao will win. Most Filipinos are betting on it. He will easily win against Solis in San Antonio, Texas. I doubt if he will have the same easy time against Ms Darlene Antonino in GenSan in the coming elections.
Problems will again be forgotten today. Filipinos will be glued on their television sets. They will watch the "people's champ" slug it out with the Mexican Solis. There will be no campaign sorties later today. Politicians too need to have a rest. And yes, a good time.
All roads in Metro Manila will lead to SM malls where a live telecast of the fight will be shown, at least for those who can afford to buy tickets. Others will have to wait for the delayed telecast over GMA 7. They can use the money for the ticket to buy lunch and merienda.
I will have my own thing to do later today. I have to forget my own daily fights in life. I need to monitor Pacquiao's fight. Win or lose, I have to work.
Problems will again be forgotten today. Filipinos will be glued on their television sets. They will watch the "people's champ" slug it out with the Mexican Solis. There will be no campaign sorties later today. Politicians too need to have a rest. And yes, a good time.
All roads in Metro Manila will lead to SM malls where a live telecast of the fight will be shown, at least for those who can afford to buy tickets. Others will have to wait for the delayed telecast over GMA 7. They can use the money for the ticket to buy lunch and merienda.
I will have my own thing to do later today. I have to forget my own daily fights in life. I need to monitor Pacquiao's fight. Win or lose, I have to work.
Monday, April 09, 2007
The angels flew
I failed to shoot angels on Easter Sunday. I overslept.
Below are some scenes I shot during the Holy Week.
Below are some scenes I shot during the Holy Week.
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Happy Easter!
Holy Week is over. It's Easter. My dog has died. I've never updated my blogs (yes, I have several blogs) and there are so many things to write about.
The elections are here. Yes, we're electing local and national officials. And there are so many things to do.
I saw a man crucified on Good Friday. I went to the empty cross after the crucifixion. There were no nail marks. It's one of those miracles.
I'll try to shoot angels in the morning.
The elections are here. Yes, we're electing local and national officials. And there are so many things to do.
I saw a man crucified on Good Friday. I went to the empty cross after the crucifixion. There were no nail marks. It's one of those miracles.
I'll try to shoot angels in the morning.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Things to do and more
So many things to do, so little time. I'm not surprised that I'm enjoying it though.
I was at Bulacan State University this morning for a talk with journalism students. To be with young people is always fun. It reminds me of the days when I watched and listened with amazement at guest speakers and lecturers during convocations and symposia, and wonder how they become what they've become.
I took an FX ride from SM North EDSA to Malolos, paying a P100. It was my first time to travel again to Bulacan. The last time was more than a decade ago. I was surprised and I felt cheated after learning, on my way back home, that the fare was only P70.
Now I know, I told myself.
After Bulacan, it's back to the office for another level of learning - deciding on what stories, photos, etc, to run, following up on other office tasks, and answering calls from friends, including setting an appointment with the Melo Commission to discuss strategies on how to address the unfortunate murder of colleagues.
There's a lot of things to do and, indeed, we're still a long, long way away from achieving what we want to achieve, whatever it is.
Every experience is part of the learning process. I've convinced myself about it a long time ago.
I was at Bulacan State University this morning for a talk with journalism students. To be with young people is always fun. It reminds me of the days when I watched and listened with amazement at guest speakers and lecturers during convocations and symposia, and wonder how they become what they've become.
I took an FX ride from SM North EDSA to Malolos, paying a P100. It was my first time to travel again to Bulacan. The last time was more than a decade ago. I was surprised and I felt cheated after learning, on my way back home, that the fare was only P70.
Now I know, I told myself.
After Bulacan, it's back to the office for another level of learning - deciding on what stories, photos, etc, to run, following up on other office tasks, and answering calls from friends, including setting an appointment with the Melo Commission to discuss strategies on how to address the unfortunate murder of colleagues.
There's a lot of things to do and, indeed, we're still a long, long way away from achieving what we want to achieve, whatever it is.
Every experience is part of the learning process. I've convinced myself about it a long time ago.
Friday, February 16, 2007
Blogger
I'm still doing this post in the old blogger. It's not because I have this tendency to be attached to what's already there. I'm not just in the mood right now to change settings or migrate this blog to the new blogger. I've tried Wordpress, I liked it, but I still come back here.
I've been to the 18th Ninoy Aquino Awards this morning. It's like a reunion, although I observed that a lot of people were absent. It was maybe because of the traffic on Quezon Avenue and Manila.
Here's a toast to this year's fellows - Norman Aquino of BusinessWorld and Prosecutor Ric Cabaron. Enjoy the trip guys and make the most out of it!
I've been to the 18th Ninoy Aquino Awards this morning. It's like a reunion, although I observed that a lot of people were absent. It was maybe because of the traffic on Quezon Avenue and Manila.
Here's a toast to this year's fellows - Norman Aquino of BusinessWorld and Prosecutor Ric Cabaron. Enjoy the trip guys and make the most out of it!
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