You won my heart, WV

World Vision was built to protect and support millions of undefended children around the world. This Christian humanitarian organization continues to advance its legacy of sustaining and embracing the most vulnerable children, family, and communities, leading them away from the hefty fight of poverty and injustices. In 1957, the organization finally started its journey in the country wherein they began with 300 children–and six decades after, it now supports 1.5 million children.

To be part of an organization that dedicates its time and passion for the underprivileged was a blessing and an honor for me. Even for my short stay, I was able to grasp the beautiful things and even the horrible ones a child can experience. An overview of these opened me with new perspectives and goals in life, of which I hope I can achieve in the future, for these adorable, young people.

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As an intern of World Vision in the Media and Communication department, I was tasked to write press releases and stories about its former sponsored children, and to cover/photograph its relief operation and Child-Friendly Space program–which I loved the most.

Covering their emergency responses, even just by standing beside the young survivors of Malabon fire, I found myself flooded with thoughts and prayers for them. How could these children be seen tough on the outside, yet so vulnerable inside? How could they smile despite all these uncertainties?

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But, I asked myself: How can I help these children to move on from these experiences? What should I do to give them hope?

Then, this realization confronted me: Maybe, I am here not just to write stories and get them published in my portfolio. Maybe, I am here not for the glamorous side of Journalism, of writing, but I am here for a purpose. My stay in a humanitarian organization made me realize that I have to tell the stories of these kids who became victims of poverty, of corruption, and of misfortunes.

I pray that the light would somehow find these young hearts to erase their sadness and to let them dream again.

Read their stories: wvph.co/2kT24xcwvph.co/2lbCeAAwvph.co/2kwMKGj

into the darkness

My life is rushing to end,
wanting to finish this woe.

I clasp my hands
and let my thoughts wander
in the wilderness of uncertainties.

I know I have to stop,
for keeping this
can lead me to endless horizon of sorrow.

But for months of hiding this,
I came to a point
where the sadness had to live in my dreams,
waking me up at 4 a.m.
with all the burdens of life,
possessing my soul to stay on the dark side.

| 6:55pm

It’s frustrating to actually think that I am on my 2nd week in my internship at The Manila Times yet I haven’t published anything.

I am never good at writing straight news. I am aware of that, that’s why I really wanted to join the TMTC’s program. However, it was too late for me to realize I have to work my a$$ off to get 45 published articles. And I honestly have no idea how I can possibly complete that task within freaking two months — after my first internship, of course. Just imagine how insane this is.

You might say this is a good training ground and I could not disagree with that. My only concern is the capabilities of the students are limited — we are like trap in a game. We can win a diploma but we lose the chance to get in the company we wanted to be in the first place — again, because the requirement limits us to stick with the company that can provide and allow us to publish that number of articles.

I am not angry at anyone, I am just voicing out my opinion. Our chairperson, though, gave us a deal: publish one article about PUP in our respective companies. I guess if this were to happen, the student who can publish anything about our university can stop worrying about not finishing college. If only I can.. I’ll probably apply to my dream company without stressing myself to reach the quota.

I just feel sad.

And I am sorry, my dear blog, for posting unnecessary thoughts.