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.


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?



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:

| 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.

Movie date with the real ones

Being with your friends, who have always been there to support and love you, can ease all the sadness you have inside. I’ve missed them big time, we have not seen each other for months for I was always MIA. Those hours we’ve spent time laughing, talking, eating or just simply seating beside each other, made me realize my old self never left me. They always make me feel beautiful, strong, independent—the important things I forgot I possess when I entered college.

I’ve been here in province for almost a month now and this was the first time I actually went outside. We ate lunch and watched the movie “Love me tomorrow”. I would like to make a review for that one but I forgot almost half of it. Lol. I just didn’t like the flow of the story and my gay friends always had something to say about the actors, like how beautiful Dawn Zulueta is or the make-up of Coleen Garcia doesn’t fit her. That’s why, maybe (?), the story did not sink in. What I really wanted to watch was the “X-Men: Apocalypse”, but those guys do not enjoy action films.



It still amazes me how these people can act so boldly and not to care about what other people might say.

‘True Story’

The last time I felt almost like this was when I watched The Fourth Kind, but the intensity of what I felt before could be only weighed and compared on the first part of The Cannibal in a Jungle. After watching the film that ran for about two hours, I started crying. I didn’t exactly know what to feel—anger, disgust, pity, or terror—because it seemed like my heart held every emotion. Everything was in there and I just felt hopeless sitting in front of the monitor.

I was trying to concentrate in finishing my term paper while finding a good show to watch when I turned the TV to Discovery Channel and viewed that the next show would be The Cannibal in a Jungle. I was intrigued, of course. My brothers and I love watching cannibal documentaries (some were prohibited due to graphic images of the videos), so I waited for it.

Clippings of newspapers flashed and some pictures of a young boy. At first, I thought how boring this film was, until a part of the newspaper being shown in TV stated that a man was guilty of a double-murder case—he cannibalized one native indian and people believed he also killed his co-scientist whose body was still missing. Some videos of the news about the hideous crime and the ashamed face of the primary suspect were continuously flashed. By observing the accused man—those little, fresh cuts in his face, his weary eyes, the aloofness—I knew he was responsible for the death of his colleagues.

Then, the show recounted the story of the suspect; they were confirming the story. They went to the same places, did investigation and proved everything the suspect said was true. He was not the person who killed his two colleagues, the ‘little men’ were responsible for it. These creatures were just a myth but this incident proved that they existed.

Okay, so I wrote this 2-3 months ago without checking some articles about the film because I really thought this was real (I remember, the show itself stated it). And I just happened to open this article and BOOM,


I don’t know what to believe anymore.

Anyway, I am determined to watch the film again to double-check the information they presented (haha joke lang). I just really hope the WHOLE story is not fabricated ’cause this is the best ‘sci-film’ I’ve ever watched. *sigh*