The Post AdVenture (OJT Experience)

Never had I thought that OJT would be like really a JOB that would require us to really work. haha.

At first I just thought that it would be like a classroom that we would be taught lessons... but I was mistaken. We need to experience doing things first hand.

For our first day, we were briefed and oriented about what our tasks are. We are told about our assignments for the Kaogma festival in CamSur. We now have a general idea about how we are going to operate, thanks to the seemingly endless orientation and even a mini field trip c/o our Supervisor, Ms. Nicky Mendoza.

We were refreshed about the basic ideas in marketing, advertising, even to a point that we need to be conscious of the ad placements here at Sta. Mesa. :)

It was quite fun and memorable, but what really motivates me to do all these things, despite that we are already warned of the possible hardships that we can encounter, is our trip (HOPEFULLY) to CamSur, the new hottest tourist spot in the Philippines. :)

Eunice Nedamo

Post Ad Ventures, Inc.

Sta Mesa, Manila

*i just found the picture on google. ;p

On Women and Preferences

February 3, 2011

Today, I write about myself as a woman. Not just some random girl, nor a lady walking down a street, but someone who acknowledges that there are changes in life, and she must accept and face it, head-on. However, I also picture a woman as someone matured enough, and I think of myself as in the process of being one, so let me rephrase the first sentence I wrote.

Today, I write about myself and the process of becoming a woman. Much Better.

I realized that there have been so many changes in and about me through the years, physically, emotionally, socially, intellectually, and of course spiritually. Now don’t get me wrong, I do not say that I am already ‘the’ perfect woman. Because I’m not. I am still on the process of discovering myself, and in doing it, I am seeing and experiencing so many things that never in my life had I dreamed.

One good example is my taste for books. When I was five, I wanted to read fairy tales, and magic and those which end in the famous lines... “And they lived happily ever after.” Then I turned twelve and I started reading romance novels, even Tagalog ones, for those are the only books I see lying around my lola’s house. Then I turned thirteen and I discovered Harry Potter, and my enthusiasm for reading, and books, sky-rocketed. Till sixteen I was reading Harry Potter, Tagalog Romance Novels, even teenage English novels such as Sweet Valley High. And then, I turned eighteen. My thirst for Filipino-authored Literature began. I began buying books made locally, thinking that I can fully-relate, since we came from the same place. Everything was fine, until I entered a book shop a while ago. Skimming through different titles of books I discovered that I am no longer interested in buying romance, fiction, or even any novel. I said to myself that if I am going to buy a book, it would be that something I like so much that I will enjoy reading it and even share it with my friends. Out I came from the bookshop, with an inspirational book in my hand. I no longer wanted to imagine magic, or feel a sweet tingly kilig feeling; I wanted to start reading and then doing what I have learned from the book I read. Something I can call some sort of a ‘guide’. Thank you Ms. Sarah Zacharias Davies for the book ‘Transparent’. J

To tell you the truth, it was the book which made me become inspired in writing this. I was somewhat fazed by a bad feeling hovering above my head, but right after I read it, I felt refreshed, and inspired, and wanting to read more. However, the urge to write was greater than ever, and so, here I am now.

The first chapter was all about being a Christian woman, and being a woman of such, I became interested in reading about it, for I find myself in it. It deals with how a Christian woman should act. It tells of a woman’s struggle between how people inside the church view her because of the way she is. She’s struggling to be herself, yet at the same time, she’s trying to fit in and deal with the pressure that is bestowed upon her.

Sometimes I feel exactly like that… That I need to play this role of someone who they think I should be, in order to please them…and then when I showed who I really am, they’ll start turning away. In some ways, I got used to it; and I can say that I consider books, and pens, and empty pages of my notebooks more loyal than those outside, for I can be who I am without the slightest fear that they might not like me back. However, now I’ve come to realize, that there is also someone who can be truly loyal to me, and has been ever loyal, ever since. No one else, but God. He has done so many great things for me, and I could not help but be thankful, and ask myself… am I the woman God wants me to be?

Earlier, it was mentioned that I picture a woman who’s mature in almost all areas of life, and I can’t help but look at myself, that in a way, I can become the woman I picture out in my mind. I think I can be, but I need to work hard on some areas of my life…maybe even all of them. That is how I can be that Christian Woman God wants me to be.

Lots of tough work actually, if I may say. I need to work everything out. But I acknowledge that I need the will to. And so, I want it to lie upon the hands of the Lord… that He may guide me in all my dreams, even my deepest, hidden aspirations of my heart. He, who strengthens me when I am most weak, accompanies me, at times when I am alone, scared, and in deep need of comfort.

I guess I’ll be glad to be called a woman when I have seen that I have accomplished, even half of the improvements of my life. For now, I can candidly call myself a DEMIWOMAN. Hehehe. I’m almost there…and then, not quite. J May God help me, for I know that He is ever able and is willing to help His children. J

Till my next post! J

What's next?

It’s seventeen minutes past twelve in the morning, this promising Monday, the twenty fourth of August. I just finished watching the documentary about Ninoy. Even after a tiring day, I managed to summon my tired body to watch that late night special, simply because I was curios. Curios, about the things our generation had missed, but should have heard. Though I was not able to start the documentary having fallen asleep, I was awakened by the gentle shakes of my mom, asking if I still want to watch that documentary. My body tells me I should rest, though in my mind the mere curiosity that hatched seems to give me new found strength. I never regretted following that instinct.

Having just read books and recounts of people about this great man, I was hearing Ninoy talk for the first time. His real voice, his real speech, his real message, as if he was saying it straight to my face. He recounts his days during imprisonment, during his temporary exile abroad. It dawned on me, while watching, that this man, with his intelligence and bravery was able to move mountains, through words, and through the might of his pen. He was presenting the challenge to all of us, to the Filipinos, to me – back then, and till now. His powerful and most influential words were, “we must all become leaders, and if we all become leaders, then we can all lead to our real freedom.” Such words, among all of his great words! It was as if I was hit by a bullet. My eyes, glued to the tv, my ears, desperate for his every word; oblivious to the fact that I, a mere spectator of this eye-opening program, has been deeply moved, moved in a certain part inside me that urged me to write this, an outcry, a plea, not for help, but for awareness, not only to those who have seen Ninoy and Cory’s golden era, but also to the youth, to those who were after their time.

Be aware. Be curious. Let us not allow ourselves to just look at then at every 500-peso bill we have and ‘pay’ for every vanity we have. Do not make them mere memories. Just like any other remarkable persons in our history, Ninoy and Cory deserved to make us see, feel and live on the essence of the ‘fight’ they started, the fight for our freedom, the fight for our democracy.

Yeah, you might laugh and tell me, hey, you’re just joining the bandwagon. I might be. But I am doing it not only for the purpose of being ‘in’. I wanted to know something. I wanted to know what’s next, now that Ninoy dead, Cory dead, what would happen to the legacy they have left us? Will it be buried deep within the ground with Ninoy and Cory? Or will it be passed to us, clueless teenagers of what was like during Martial Law, who needed to be informed, who needed to see that we can and should do something about what these awesome couple left us. What’s next for the Filipinos? That’s the next challenge.

“The Filipinos is worth dying for.”

– Benigno Aquino, Jr.

“Nagpapasalamat ako, dahil naging Pilipino ako.”

- Corazon Aquino

confusion

it seems like everything is both in a bliss and a blur. so fast, it loses its meaning, so pointless it's not even worthy to be stuck on your head.

i wish everything will find its place in due time. oh boy, may that time come soon enough. it's sad that i just lost another person again, for the same reason that i made mistakes by choice. sigh.

what should i do with my life? the more i want to add a new color to it, the more it diminishes. tsk tsk. the more i search for answers, the more questions it adds.

don't expect

to self:

don't go expecting. in the end, you'll be the one who will be hurt. how many times have you done this? still, you never learned. how funny. you are still young, enjoy life, enjoy people. be with them, be one of them. sigh.

tsk. tsk. good luck, i guess.

Sa aking palagay...

Alas dos ng madaling araw ng ikalawang araw ng Disyembre. Akalain mo, gising pa pala ako. Kaninang alas diyes pa ng gabi ng nakaraang ara ako humiga sa kama ngunit sa di mawaring dahilan, ay eto ako at naglalabas ng saloobin tungkol sa mga bagay-bagay.

Naisip ko tuloy na kumuha ng papel at bolpen upang kahit sa ganitong alanganing oras, kahit na dinig na dinig ko ang kahulan at tahulan ng mga aso ng mga kapitbahay ay naipapakita ko sa aking sarili na may magagawa akong kapaki-pakinabang kahit alam kong mayayari ako sa aking klase kinabukasan, pagputok ng araw.

Biglang sumagi sa aking isipan ang mga nagdaraang panahon, at naitanong sa aking sarili, ano na ba ang ginawa kong naiiba, sa pananatili ko sa labing-anim na taon, sa mundong ibabaw? Kung sa kalokohan ako titingin, marahil ay madami akong masasabi, ngunit kung ang anggulong titignan ay ang aking pagsusulat, masasabi ko na ang pagkakaroon ko ng pagnanasang matuto at humusay ang ikinaiba ko. Marahil, ikaw ay magtataka at maitatanong mo sa akin, "ano naman ang ikinaiba mo, eh, halos lahat naman, iyan din ang gusto?" Ang tanging masagot ko ay ito: kung kayo eh libangan, dibersyon o 'outlet' niyo lang ang pagsusulat, gusto ko mapatunayan sa sarili ko na buhay ko ang pagsusulat. Gusto kong masabi sa sarili ko na sa mga susunod na pagkakataon, hindi lang ako isang manunulat sa pangalan, kundi isang manunulat sa isip, sa salita at sa gawa.

Hindi ko alam kung ano ang eksaktong ibig sabihin ng pagiging isang manunulat, ni hindi ko alam kung ano ang ibig sabihin sa'yo nito, ngunit ito lang ang masasabi ko; ang pagsusulat para sa akin ay isa sa mga paraan para masabi mo sa iyong sarili na may ginawa kang kakaiba sa buhay mo, na may halaga ang buhay mo dahil sa pagsusulat. Ang pagsusulat ay isang lakbayin sa buhay, na sa paglipas ng panahon, darating ang inhawa, ang ginhawang masasabi mo na sa iyongsarili na may kaibahan ka sa ilang bilyong tao a mundong ito.

What is Communication?

Communication. For almost six months now, i have been bombarded by thoughts about what is that when you say communication. Other people might say, 'ooh, communication is the thing we do when we talk with others'. But is communication really that shallow?

If you will ask a member of a Communication Academe, they could tell you, 'Communication is a sending of messages from one point to another, wherein it could be hindered by a noise or could produce a feedback." Forgive me for saying so, but i think it's still shallow.

Shallow, not in a sense that it was never given depth, but shallow when we jive it with the way we interact with people. Communication goes beyond transmission. It is an understanding, a relationship, a spark, a connection.

I remember the blurb of Nokia, it goes like this, "Connecting People." Mere two words, but I think it meant a lot that just 'connecting' and not much for the 'people'. "Connecting People" as seen in the blurb may only mean to communicate, to make persons understand one another, not to cause more confusion. I think Communication should be like that, to create understanding amidst confusion.

I'm here discussing what communication is all about understanding but one thing keeps bothering me, how do i know that communication is understood? Simple, if one learns to interact.

Interaction with people comes only after communication. how could you interact when at first, you don't communicate? true enough.

Let us say we already communicated and interaction, now, what comes next? What else, but understanding. When we communicate, we interact; and there comes understanding. Understanding one another is very important because it is one of the main goals of communication. to achieve understanding on both parties. If we fail to do that, then I say, it was not a successful practice of communication.

Now, you may wondering why the hell I am discussing this? Simply because i need to remind myself that i am a Communication major and if I'm a failure at communicating, interacting and understanding people, then might as well not continue in this field.