Saturday, November 02, 2002
A PART OF THAT WORLD
The Damage Report - Semestral Break Edition - Week #3
The previous entry entitled "Heraldo in the Fog" is quite long and already explains the first three days of the week. On Halloween Thursday, it was basically all sleep. The title of my October 31st 2002 offline journal entry was "Sleepy Halloween".
I accidentally took a nap which made me almost miss The Amazing Race 3 at 7pm. I hate taking naps! I wake up dizzy and all reset. I get an even heavier headache.
In the evening, Nikki called and we turned out ok. We did speak for almost four hours, half of which we spent reviewing and commenting on Television shows on ABS-CBN. We remembered Bryan a few times during the call. I told Nikki that the person I spent most time on the phone with while reviewing television shows was probably Bryan.
We shared the transition from October to November and on Friday I woke up around Lunchtime. After lunch we got ready for our visit to Sta. Cruz Memorial down the road for All Saints' Day.
I did my reflecting and remembering as we set up at my Grandparents' grave on my mom's side. It was my Grandfather's birthday today. In the Memorial Park, we had three places to visit. My Grandparents' on my mom's side, my Uncle and his wife, also from my mom's side. And then my Grandmother from my dad's side.
We started at my Grandparents' on my mom's side. Born in the 1920s and passed away last October and November 2001. Their site had been improving since a year ago. There's Bermuda Grass and tiles now, painted sides, and of course we had our tent set up.
I couldn't find anyone to talk to, not even my cousin who had arrived from Spain. The bonds between myself and most of my cousins on my mom's side isn't as close as before. We're all distant now...
After a while, we visited my dad's side. My grandmother, born in 1913, passed away in March 1994. Her husband, my grandfather, is buried in the United States. He passed away in 1987. At my dad's side, we ate Pancit and some Puto.
I then decided to txt my High School classmate Juno and ask her if we could meet since I had a feeling her family's memorial was also at Sta. Cruz.
She replied and within 10 minutes we met each other in front of the Chapel. She brought another High School classmate, Rissa, with her and we spoke for nearly 15 minutes and catched up on life in MAPUA.
After meeting, we broke off and I headed to my Uncle's grave on my mom's side. He passed away in April of 2001. There, I enjoyed a conversation with my cousin's wife... her name is Ate Tet and out of everyone and all the relatives I saw that night, she was the only one I had quality conversation with.
We catched up on talk and we did spend almost an hour just talking there. From what happened to Rico Yan all the way to her upcoming 23rd Birthday this November 11th. I'm glad I have at least someone I can just talk to, minus all the connections to family problems. I mean, I can't speak to my direct cousins 100% without encountering that issue again.
Eventually it was time to go, and we returned to my mom's parents' grave. There a semi-drunk husband of my Aunt, began joking with Paul and my mom about Basketball. I even overheard him say something in Tagalog like "...isn't his studying here in the Philippines useless in the states? They won't accept him there...".
I was offended by hearing that. He doesn't know anything in that department, let alone my great plans and ambitious future. So I let it go. He then later approached me and spoke aloud about how I'm an aspiring Broadcast Journalist. Quite opposite of what I thought he saw me a few minutes before.
So he ignited into a conversation about wanting me to write the truth and how our country is so polluted and damaged because in the world of media, the political forces pay the media to say things. He then mentioned something which offended me and made me feel so used. He said something in Tagalog like "...being a successful Journalist will earn you lots of money!". Money is the most delicate, if not suicidal, topic and issue which is FORBIDDEN in my rulebook.
I quickly replied "I don't care about the money, I care about doing what I want to do with my life. I want to conquer my goals."
He stood corrected but continued on about writing the truth.
I was partly offended by some things he said, but I also did my best to understand it. To become a responsible Broadcast Journalist, I need to know everyone's point of view. I'm glad he told me what he told me... about how the media is being given money by Politics. But I'm not going to be like that, I'm going to dig up the dirt and if the Philippine media setting is filthy, that's where I'll resume my Media studies in the United States.
Anyways, we left soon after that and bought some more juicy Andoks chicken. We returned home and that ended All Saints' Day. I typed up "Heraldo in the Fog" and finished it after working on it for several hours.
On other notes, SHII ANN is now out of Sook Jai. She's the greatest victim of the game twists. When the two tribes "supposedly" merged at the same beach, she had enough of Sook Jai and openly said that to the male tribemates she "used" to have. She then decided on voting with the opposing tribe Chuai Ghan to "oust" a girl in Sook Jai. 5 vs. 5 became 6 vs. 4... but she didn't know they didn't merge yet so after Chuai Ghan stepped forward and won the Tribal Immunity... Sook Jai instantly knew who to vote out.
Meaning, the two tribes only moved to the same beach but they didn't merge! And the only Asian in the game has just been voted out.
Shii Ann was really placed in the wrong tribe... she could've lasted longer in Chuai Ghan.
From the fog in Batulao, Batangas down to the candles, flowers, and kiosks of the Sta. Cruz Memorial... from confirming my mission to stay with the HF and be "part of their world" of writing... to listening to my Aunt's husband and his drunken ramblings of the media... at least he knows I'm an aspiring Broadcast Journalist and he confirmed it... but I won't be used and pinned down by that. I'm working for my own... not working hard and giving it all away... my future is for my future family, inner family, friends, and everything out there.
I'm not working for fools without a future, those who've hurt my mom. Thanks for the tips and the opinions. Don't get mad if you're not listed in my future.
The Damage Report - Semestral Break Edition - Week #3
The previous entry entitled "Heraldo in the Fog" is quite long and already explains the first three days of the week. On Halloween Thursday, it was basically all sleep. The title of my October 31st 2002 offline journal entry was "Sleepy Halloween".
I accidentally took a nap which made me almost miss The Amazing Race 3 at 7pm. I hate taking naps! I wake up dizzy and all reset. I get an even heavier headache.
In the evening, Nikki called and we turned out ok. We did speak for almost four hours, half of which we spent reviewing and commenting on Television shows on ABS-CBN. We remembered Bryan a few times during the call. I told Nikki that the person I spent most time on the phone with while reviewing television shows was probably Bryan.
We shared the transition from October to November and on Friday I woke up around Lunchtime. After lunch we got ready for our visit to Sta. Cruz Memorial down the road for All Saints' Day.
I did my reflecting and remembering as we set up at my Grandparents' grave on my mom's side. It was my Grandfather's birthday today. In the Memorial Park, we had three places to visit. My Grandparents' on my mom's side, my Uncle and his wife, also from my mom's side. And then my Grandmother from my dad's side.
We started at my Grandparents' on my mom's side. Born in the 1920s and passed away last October and November 2001. Their site had been improving since a year ago. There's Bermuda Grass and tiles now, painted sides, and of course we had our tent set up.
I couldn't find anyone to talk to, not even my cousin who had arrived from Spain. The bonds between myself and most of my cousins on my mom's side isn't as close as before. We're all distant now...
After a while, we visited my dad's side. My grandmother, born in 1913, passed away in March 1994. Her husband, my grandfather, is buried in the United States. He passed away in 1987. At my dad's side, we ate Pancit and some Puto.
I then decided to txt my High School classmate Juno and ask her if we could meet since I had a feeling her family's memorial was also at Sta. Cruz.
She replied and within 10 minutes we met each other in front of the Chapel. She brought another High School classmate, Rissa, with her and we spoke for nearly 15 minutes and catched up on life in MAPUA.
After meeting, we broke off and I headed to my Uncle's grave on my mom's side. He passed away in April of 2001. There, I enjoyed a conversation with my cousin's wife... her name is Ate Tet and out of everyone and all the relatives I saw that night, she was the only one I had quality conversation with.
We catched up on talk and we did spend almost an hour just talking there. From what happened to Rico Yan all the way to her upcoming 23rd Birthday this November 11th. I'm glad I have at least someone I can just talk to, minus all the connections to family problems. I mean, I can't speak to my direct cousins 100% without encountering that issue again.
Eventually it was time to go, and we returned to my mom's parents' grave. There a semi-drunk husband of my Aunt, began joking with Paul and my mom about Basketball. I even overheard him say something in Tagalog like "...isn't his studying here in the Philippines useless in the states? They won't accept him there...".
I was offended by hearing that. He doesn't know anything in that department, let alone my great plans and ambitious future. So I let it go. He then later approached me and spoke aloud about how I'm an aspiring Broadcast Journalist. Quite opposite of what I thought he saw me a few minutes before.
So he ignited into a conversation about wanting me to write the truth and how our country is so polluted and damaged because in the world of media, the political forces pay the media to say things. He then mentioned something which offended me and made me feel so used. He said something in Tagalog like "...being a successful Journalist will earn you lots of money!". Money is the most delicate, if not suicidal, topic and issue which is FORBIDDEN in my rulebook.
I quickly replied "I don't care about the money, I care about doing what I want to do with my life. I want to conquer my goals."
He stood corrected but continued on about writing the truth.
I was partly offended by some things he said, but I also did my best to understand it. To become a responsible Broadcast Journalist, I need to know everyone's point of view. I'm glad he told me what he told me... about how the media is being given money by Politics. But I'm not going to be like that, I'm going to dig up the dirt and if the Philippine media setting is filthy, that's where I'll resume my Media studies in the United States.
Anyways, we left soon after that and bought some more juicy Andoks chicken. We returned home and that ended All Saints' Day. I typed up "Heraldo in the Fog" and finished it after working on it for several hours.
On other notes, SHII ANN is now out of Sook Jai. She's the greatest victim of the game twists. When the two tribes "supposedly" merged at the same beach, she had enough of Sook Jai and openly said that to the male tribemates she "used" to have. She then decided on voting with the opposing tribe Chuai Ghan to "oust" a girl in Sook Jai. 5 vs. 5 became 6 vs. 4... but she didn't know they didn't merge yet so after Chuai Ghan stepped forward and won the Tribal Immunity... Sook Jai instantly knew who to vote out.
Meaning, the two tribes only moved to the same beach but they didn't merge! And the only Asian in the game has just been voted out.
Shii Ann was really placed in the wrong tribe... she could've lasted longer in Chuai Ghan.
From the fog in Batulao, Batangas down to the candles, flowers, and kiosks of the Sta. Cruz Memorial... from confirming my mission to stay with the HF and be "part of their world" of writing... to listening to my Aunt's husband and his drunken ramblings of the media... at least he knows I'm an aspiring Broadcast Journalist and he confirmed it... but I won't be used and pinned down by that. I'm working for my own... not working hard and giving it all away... my future is for my future family, inner family, friends, and everything out there.
I'm not working for fools without a future, those who've hurt my mom. Thanks for the tips and the opinions. Don't get mad if you're not listed in my future.
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