3:00pm, First Impressions Never Last

Friday, April 12, 2013

Every hour, every minute, and every f-ing second counts. Meet the deadline. Beat the deadline.

On-the-Job Training (OJT) seemed to be not as easy as others think it would be. My first day of internship was spectacular. In less than 24 hours, I was able to learn things I never thought I would and do things I barely even thought I could.

Yesterday, I talked to my mentor whose identity I would like to keep, and asked him when I could start with my job. He immediately replied, “Bukas na. May rally sa Chinese Embassy Buendia.” Then I felt a mixture of nervousness and excitement.

I suppose it was not just me and my colleague, Pauline Tome, who long believed that when Filipinos say “rally,” the word instantly comes with a connotation of violence. But we were wrong. We were asked to be at the Chinese Embassy at ten in the morning, yet we arrived an hour earlier. We waited until the said time of attendance, together with other media men, and about 35 minutes more.

Protesters finally arrived with their banners, megaphones, and other props. Press statements from an environmental group and from a party-list were distributed to us. They then lined up in front of The World Centre  as they chanted and the Kalikasang People’s Network of the Environment (Kalikasang PNE) National Coordinator Clemente Bautista Jr. started with his speech.

Speaker from AGHAM followed, Bayan Muna Representative Neri Colmenares proceeded, and a certain representative spoke last. They all pointed out one thing. There was no single disorder. In fact, militants were pretty much organized with their ideas and presentations. So what happened was opposed to our expectations.

Of course, after news coverage, it was time to write a story. Pauline and I had lunch, then killed our time at Starbucks Coffee in Glorietta 5 as we patiently waited for our trainer. We started with our news report as all stories must be sent to the editorial department on or before 3:00pm. After around four revisions, we finished our article few minutes later than the deadline. Acceptable, I presume.

Growing up in the North, I cluelessly rode the Metro Rail Transit (MRT) in Ayala calling my mom every now and then. Yes, I was alone. I waited for the second ride since I was hesitant to enter the transportation full of commuters. I stood the entire journey from Ayala to North Avenue Station. It was surprisingly not as hard as I thought it would be!

More remarkable things happened today, but they all sum up to the idea that first impressions never last because life is not bad after all.

(P.S. Seeing Atom Araullo just about two inches away added to the goodness of life. He is so hot, okay.)