Organizer daw

I only had barely two hours of sleep because of the previous night’s fraternity ball, among other things–but I had to get up and dash to Makati to meet up with the crew that will cover the Aliwan Fiesta in Manila. I took the MRT route, and I was able to make it by call time, in under one hour.

We were given privileged “organizer” ID’s by the Manila Broadcasting Company so we were able to access areas normally off limits to other press and media people. I felt quite guilty for a while especially during the afternoon when we were all at Quirino Grandstand. While all the other photographers were being scorched dry under the heat of the sun, I was at the stage platform shooting away under a shade. Every other photographer had better cameras and lenses than me anyway. Yes, I felt quite insecure too. Hehe. I will write about the parade and other experiences during that day in another entry.

Tagabuhat na naman

When we aren’t on a shoot, this is what we do. Transcribe and archive tens of pages of shot lists for hours. It can get very, very boring. Fortunately, they are sending us out with the shooting crew more often. Just not outside of Metro Manila though. Like, a few days ago, some of us were sent with a crew to cover the Aliwan Fiesta in Manila. We even had privileged organizer ID’s. Unfortunately (or not, I can’t be choosy anyway), the other shoots are for Kikay Machine, and tomorrow, one of our destinations is apparently a bra shop and another salon/spa. Heh.

All-around personal assistant

Last Tuesday was a change in routine for my internship at Living Asia. Eka and I were sent to shoot a couple of segments for a certain show (that doesn’t air in the Philippines anyway). We finally did something outside the office! Though it wasn’t as full-blown a production nor was as hectic as I expected or even as stressful our productions in school, it was a pretty cool experience. But before we left the office, we had some cake for Rina’s birthday. There, igi-greet kita kahit di ako nangi-greet usually sa blog. Happy birthday, Rina! Sorry sa pag-“walk out” ko kahapon.

Geez, a set of redheads (lights) never weighed that much in school. Carrying that box of redheads from Living Asia up and down flights of stairs is an achievement!

Anyway, since it was a girly show we were shooting segments for, our destination last Tuesday was a fancy parlor and a fancy gym. Heh. Tomorrow, on the other hand, we’re being sent to Manila to shoot/cover the Aliwan Festival parade!

Tulakan pala ha

Perhaps I should get used to this. Since I’m an incoming college senior, soon enough, I will not look forward to summer for its days-stretch of lazy sunny afternoons. It will no longer be equal to free and leisure time. I just didn’t expect it to come this soon. Aside from my daily ten-hour internship in Makati, other commitments just keep piling up. Sometimes I just want to drop everything and fly off somewhere abroad (which will happen anyway in a few weeks).

Last Monday, I got at the Quezon Avenue station of the MRT at a quarter past seven, and wow, it was a riot. The entire platform and staircase was filled with people, with multiple and slow-moving lines stretching all the way down to EDSA. I was obviously surprised, since I was never a regular MRT commuter in the morning till the past weeks.

What made the commuting worse was that a number of trains had passed me on the platform without me being able to get on because other people just kept pushing and shoving ahead of me. By the time the tenth train came, I decided to lose all my respect for other people and began shoving everyone else near me to get on myself.

Oh, the office routine

Internship at Living Asia Channel has made me fantasize and day dream a lot about traveling around the country. One of the things I’ve been doing the past few days was capturing raw mini-dv footages from their out of town field shoots into their digital archives. Watching hours and hours of raw footage and edited but unaired programs can, admittedly, get boring, but it still makes me envious of all the traveling the field team and the hosts get to do, as part of their job.

Yesterday morning, I asked Rina to do an experiment with me, since we relatively live within the same area in Quezon City. Instead of taking one of those colorum vans with her that go straight to Makati, I decided to do it the jeep and MRT way. I wanted to see which one of us would get to the office first. While in Ayala however, I got off from one of those air-conditioned jeepneys at the wrong place so I ended up walking almost a kilometer to the office. That basically spoiled the experiment and made Rina get to the office first.

Anyway, I am finally going to be sent to the field in a shoot for one of the company’s overseas programs! That’s going to be on Tuesday. Eka and I did some “pre-production” arrangements a few days ago. I’m glad we’re being given something to do other than transcribing, video capturing and shot-listing. Everything’s well, even if I’m actually being sent on a KIKAY Machine shoot.

Me no yuppie

Commuting to and from Makati’s central business district for my internship has been quite a tiresome ordeal. I just came home from my second day. I actually left the office early today, at around 4PM, thinking and hoping I would have avoided the rush hour traffic. That didn’t quite work out. It took me almost two hours inside a cramped and stinky “air-conditioned” bus to get near our place and walk home.

I’ve got an anecdote from this afternoon’s commuting experience however. Stuck in traffic between EDSA Buendia and Guadalupe, I looked through the bus window beside me and lo and behold it was Rep. Francis “Chiz” Escudero right next to me on another vehicle, side windows rolled down, speaking on the phone, stuck in traffic just like the rest of us. It was sort of a pleasant sight. A politician, and senatorial candidate, on a simple almost run-down vehicle (or so it seemed) with his side windows rolled down, with no sirens nor back-up security vehicles, stuck in traffic, breathing all the pollution there is in vehicle choked EDSA. And he was not campaigning.

Anyway, commuting to Makati isn’t too different from commuting home either. This morning I was waiting for a spacious bus and that didn’t get me anywhere. Note to self, never wait for a spacious public bus during rush hour, none will come. Since I was running late, I decided to hop on one of those colorum taxis that shuttles five people to Makati and charges like an FX. It took me almost two hours nonetheless. On my first day (which was Tuesday last week), thankfully I had Eka and some friends as co-interns so I was able to hitch a ride in a private car. Traffic was still horrible, even on the trip back to Quezon City.

Why am I having my internship in a Makati office anyway? You tell me. Perhaps it’s just now that all I am being told to do is transcribe shot lists, footages, and proof-view unaired videos. I’m a film student, I wish they could send me to the field, in a production, away from an office, please. It’s one reason why I didn’t choose a course that would send me to an office cubicle. Hay, and to think I’m working in a travel and lifestyle cable channel. I really hope something better comes up.