It’s 2 days to go before the Groovy Night!
I have just finished editing our music for our
block’s presentation, and I haven’t tried my outfit for that coming night yet!
Whew! Hope it would turn out quite just fine!
By the way…
No cheerdance practice from now till Thursday,
March 1… why?
The competition date was moved to March 27!
Talking about looooooooooooooooooong
adjuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuustmeeeeeeeeeeeeeents!
Why is it that whenever you think everything is
going well, it always turns out the opposite?
I know, for a fact, that I am not that good as
a son, but is it really like this? Am I always stuck in a scenario wherein I am
always the one to blame? That I am the reason of every faulty thing there is in
my surroundings? That I am not capable of doing tasks which would benefit not
just me, but a lot of people in my surroundings? Or am I just misunderstood?
Should I question Him? Should I blame fate?
Should I question the fact that I am an only child, and the factors of being
one is that you are the center of all the blames in this world? Should I blame
myself for being such a self-centered, egoistic somebody who only wishes to
live life without guilt and self-pity?
You always say that I do not understand what
you’ve been thru and what you are facing now, but at one point, did you try to
understand why I can not understand you?
Have you considered the fact that I am not the
only one consuming everything here? That I am also a part of this circus, where
every one of us is supposed to be playing an important role in each other’s
not-so-important life? That considering me as the only one who is often seen to
be part of the play, I am not contributing, perhaps anything?
Am I just misunderstood here, or am I the one
who lacks the ability to sense the right things to be sensed?
When was the last time you thought I did
something right? That what I did favored everyone else’s lives?
When was the last time you considered noticing
my deeds? The deeds which, according to you, enables the advancement of this
day-to-day mayhem?
When was the last time you ever felt me as I
am? The cheers, heartaches, tears, triumphs; when was the last time you shared
your life with me on those moments?
Can’t you remember? Or you don’t want to
remember it at all?
What could I do to make you think that I am
right? That I am just playing my cards with utmost care, in favor of not only
for myself but all of us?
Lampshade
They
say that music is the common language that is understood by everyone in the
world, and a song is the language of the soul. No wonder good and popular
melodies are produced by great minds and meaningful feelings. But like every
story, a real story is behind it: behind every song, is a soul.
Kyle
Andre Montemayor is an aspiring composer, and a frustrated writer. At the age
of 24, he has already received numerous recognitions both in school and writing
contests for his skill in writing. But he’s not an author in profession, nor a
musician, he is a call center agent – a commoner who sleeps at daytime and
works on the graveyard shift.
Inside
his studio-type condominium unit around 3:00 AM at the 14th floor,
room 143 of Vivere Suites, Filinvest Corporate City, Alabang,
Kyle sits at the rightmost corner of his room. Alone, he sits on a swivel chair
beside his messy, wooden study table; in front of him is a pen, a piece of
paper, and ink blots all over it. Illuminated only by the bleak light of his
one-year and eleven-month old lampshade, he stares into nothingness, thinking.
As the unnerving feeling crept all over the veins of his body, Kyle realizes
that this is his first time to do such a thing. He is to write a song – his first ever song. But his mind is
blank as black. He can’t think of something to draw inspiration…
Not
until.
Last
night, on the eve of Valentine’s Day, the unexpected happened. His two-year old
boyfriend broke up with him, and the reason, he doesn’t know. Yes, Kyle is gay
– a bisexual. Their two-year
rollercoaster-like relationship has finally come to an end. And worse, he
thought that their supposed true love was worth the effort to fight for.
Two
nights ago, around 7:35 PM at his condominium unit, Kyle and his boyfriend was
busy cuddling each other on the swivel chair. It has been a month since they
saw each other, and the only reason why his boyfriend was there is because
February 13 is Kyle’s birthday. When they were just about to lock lips, the
familiar sound of an opening door filled the silent, romantic condominium air.
And next thing Kyle knew, his father has already started cursing him and his boyfriend,
and his mother stood still on the door, stunned, with tears falling down her
aged cheeks. Kyle tried to explain and explain, he fought for the sake of the
two years he had invested on loving his boyfriend, but his father’s answer was
a hard punch on his right face, a curse, and a spit. After those awkward and
scandalous moments of his life, his parents and boyfriend left, and he knew
what’s next to come: he is no longer a Montemayor.
Just
this night, upon arrival at his work in HSBC
Ortigas at around 8:40 PM, he thought everything would be normal. He has
accepted the fact that his parents could not accept his being bisexual, but he still
questions the sudden break up of him and his boyfriend. He thought positively,
that maybe his boyfriend was just still afraid of what happened on his
condominium last, last night; that maybe his boyfriend needs to think and
rethink and then would come to realize that their love is strong: that maybe
his boyfriend needs space after what happened. He knew his boyfriend, he knows
that they love each other very much – that’s what he knew.
As
he pushed the up button of the elevator on the HSBC building’s lobby, he waited with a positive vibe that
everything would be OK in a matter of days, hours, minutes, and seconds. But after
a few seconds, the elevator door pushed open; and after a split second, his
world collided and crashed right in front of the two most unlikely persons he
would want to see together. In front of him stood two persons, both on their
casual attires; a few seconds ago, the two were sweet and holding hands, now
they both wear frightened faces with bulging eyes. One was Kyle’s boss, a
self-confessed gay, around 30 plus; and the other one was his boyfriend – the
love of his life. He did not let them to speak up, nor to step out of the
elevator; instead, he ran as fast as he could. He escaped the humiliation, the
reality that surprised him. He got a cab, rode on it, and turned-off his
cellular phone.
Now
here he is, at the rightmost corner of his room, sitting on his swivel chair
beside his messy, wooden study table, on top was a paper, a pen on his right
hand, illuminated by the first gift of his boyfriend. He turned to the only
thing he knew that comforts him – writing. But unlike his old masterpieces,
this time he wants to write a song. After reminiscing the past events of his
semi-charmed life, he began to push the pen on the ink-blotted paper… he began
to write.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Our first professor for our first class of the
day did not show up.
Classes were cut due to the student council
elections and a concert.
I voted people whom I know will truly work for
the college.
Only 11 of us attended our supposed cheering
practice earlier.
I’m sad, period.
Disclaimer: I wasn’t able to blog last night
because my eyes needed sleep, and sleep, and sleep, and sleep, and sleep, and
zzzzzz….
AYOS!
Just a typical day for yours truly, except for
these:
I’ve spent P50 (the P10 was actually a “libre”
from TF Chelle…) for Chicken Proben at school earlier! I’m very much addicted
to it if I may say… yum-yum!
On our cheerdance practice, our trainer did not
attend due to academic reasons; we’ve had our biggest attendance yet, 24/25;
and the cheering competition date was moved (don’t ask when…).
I had a fight with a konduktor while riding
the bus on the way home. He refused to give my change, and we’re already in
Alabang! Supposedly, my student’s fair would have been P24 from Pedro Gil going
to Alabang, but since that stupid konduktor forgot to give my change, he had
second thoughts of doing it so when I approached him. Lucky me, I won the
argument. But he only gave me P70, I paid P100, the remaining P6 would have
been my jeepney fair, but it’s ok. What goes around comes around: karma.
I saw One-Six again…
The tricycle driver in which I rode on the way
home also did not have coins to give my change. So, instead of having arguments
again and having afraid of repeating what happened earlier, I decided to wake
up people at home and borrowed some money. Bad me, hehehe…
That’s it I guess…
But I’m still not sleepy.
AYOS!
Bored to death! That’s what I call February 20,
2007.
Supposedly, since it was a Tuesday, we would be
having 2 classes, at 1:00 PM to 4:00 PM for Media Management and at 5:30 PM to
7:00 PM for Asian Civilization. But none of the professors of either this two
classes showed up earlier! Damn! Though we could not take the fact that what
happened also benefited us, it was still a waste of time for me! I should’ve
slept at home till 3:00 PM and just went to cheering practice before 6:00 PM!
Damn!
Now, I’m frustrated. I still don’t know when
will I do my interview activity, for I still can’t manage my schedule at school
as of the moment, I don’t have any bright ideas about what the heck I’m going
to do to it as of now, and I don’t have someone to interview as well! Again,
good luck to me!
Oh! Sometimes I wish I could just be an
ORDINARY STUDENT… but I know I can’t.
AYOS!
The long wait is coming to an end… our routine
is finally getting meatier and ravishing – in short, malapit na matapos! Lol…
Sad to say, the Copying And Editing saga
continues… #@&$?!
Enough about cheer-talk…
I can already feel the tension for the upcoming
days. The election, the cheering competition, the CMC celebration, the endless
school works, the finals, and of course – the class cards! Oh I do hope I’ll
survive this time! Good luck to me!
Needless to say, I’m very much looking forward
to the nearing summer vacation! Who wouldn’t?! Wahaha…
Oh!
While waiting for the arrival of everyone else
(?) earlier at
my attention. It looked somehow like this:
Ok, that would be it for now…
AYOS!
I’m back.
The tentative date of our cheerdance
competition is on this coming March 1st, and our routine? Don’t ask…
Oh! I can’t help myself but hate people who are
COPYCATS! As in, you sweat your body and brain to come up with nice – really
nice – choreographies and practice it, then somebody’s gonna Copy And Edit it
and use it for their own! Damn you half-moon!
Anyways, I’ve just finished editing the music
for our 2nd part on the routine. Hope the squad will like the new
overhaul of the mix…
By the way!
I wasn’t able to blog last night because of
this reason:
I came home late at night and I was planning to
blog but I cant help my eyes to…
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…
Bad day.
Just finished my first ever News Release! And
it took me several hours! Don’t ask why, how, and how long! Amf!
Bad day.
WHY ARE YOU NOT REPLYING?! HAYZ!
Bad day.
I’m having a headache due to lack of good
eating habits. My first meal was my brunch around 11:30 AM, my next meal was a
P20 “kalye” food around 7:15 PM, and my last was my dinner around 11:15 PM.
Talking about GAPS huh?!
Bad day.
WHY ARE YOU IGNORING ME?! HAYZ!
Bad day.
Our least attendance ever for the squad: 10.
Good luck.
Bad day.
WHY???!!!
A very boring day…
I have nothing much to talk about…
My supposed post-Valentine’s Day date was
cancelled…
I slept almost the whole day…
I did my RTV assignment and just finished
writing it just now…
That’s it…
Mirror
Once in a while, I look at myself in front of the
mirror. The reflection that welcomes my naked eyes bothers me at times. Who is
this person I’m looking at? Who is he?
My
story started fifty-nine years ago, it was the 19th of July, where
Pete was first introduced to the so-called life.
He
was born Christian – his father was a devout of the Black Nazarene in
and his mother was an Iglesia Ni Cristo follower. Though that was a strong
foundation for his religious side, still, he seldom goes to church. Like his
father, he is always hot tempered. Small wrong things make him agitated easily.
He always bears a shout-like tone in speaking, whether mad or not. Patience is
not actually a virtue for him. And worse of them all, he’s not showy of the way
he really feels – you may call him numb, still he doesn’t care.
On
the contrary…
In
his early years, he was always considered a bright student. He was not only
knowledgeable in so many ways; he was also smart – wise. Though he only
finished his high school education, still, that fact did not hinder him from
succeeding in his career path in life. At present, he now works as a Security
Officer at the Supreme Court in
He has earned many recognitions both from his work and his friends –
recognitions both in papers and in words. He is a loving son, brother, husband,
and father. And best of them all, he’s a true person – a man of words and
deeds.
I
admit, in some ways I abhor him for being not showy of his feelings. He knows
how to express his thoughts – such thoughts which are oftentimes hurtful – but
never his true, softer side.
But
I do understand him, I really do. He’s a man, and being a man entails a lot of
responsibilities. For being a man is an epitome of toughness, strength. And in
that case, he passed on my standards. Though he doesn’t support you in the most
literal way, he pushes you in ways which he knows best to keep his image and to
drive you as well.
As a
matter of fact, I see myself in him. If I remember it right, I also seldom go
to church, I’m a bit hot tempered at times, I get irritated quickly, I have a
loud normal and abnormal voice, I’m not that patient, and I’m not showy. Like
him, I am not a dull student, I have big dreams and plans in the future, I am
recognized positively through my humble works and words, I am a loving son, and
I am true to every words my mouth utters and deeds my body does.
I dislike
some of his ways, but I understand him, and I see myself in him – for Pete is
my father, my ever loved dad.
Once
in a while, I look at myself in front of the mirror. The reflection that
welcomes my naked eyes holds true to the blood that flows in my veins. I am
myself, a reflection of my father.
I’m single, available – proud.Ever since my heart learned how to beat not for
itself, my life has changed. Changes which I know succumbed my entirety to
Cupid’s love spell – I got hit by his arrow, straight at the very core of my
poor heart. But now, I ask myself… When was the last time I really did fell
deep in love? When was the last time I got hit by Cupid’s infamous love arrow?
When was the last time my poor heart beat not for itself – but for someone?
When...?
I’m not being bitter because I’m single on the
eve of the Heart’s day, and up to the last second of this special occasion.
In fact, I am thankful, for I know I am
blessed.
I have God: my Savior, my ultimate best friend.
I have my loving family: the support and
strength of my loving father; the care and inspiration of my loving mother.
I have MIDAS: the seven people whom I treasure
the most next to God and my parents; the seven people who never fails to
complete me as a whole everyday.
I have true friends: you know who you are.
And lastly, I have myself – my life. I am
deeply in love with myself, but no, this is not Narcissism, I just love being
ME.
For all the people whom I loved and loved me
back, especially to the ones I’ve mentioned above… You are the reason why life
is colorful and meaningful. And I know that my life wouldn’t be this complete
without each and everyone of you as a piece of it.
From the bottom of my [broken] heart, I love
you. Thank you for being a part of my life’s jigsaw puzzle.
Keep on lovin’! Keep on rockin’!
Happy Heart’s Day!
A not-so-tiring day…
I did not go to school earlier. Instead, I went
to
our trainer’s house to do some music mixes for our routine. At first I was
nervous, because it would be my first time going to
really a stupid commuter [hehehe…], but luckily I followed his instructions and
I got there right and safely. Only thing that I missed on my supposed to be
class: attendance.
Cheering practice earlier this night went quite
well. We already started combining the first part, its stunts, and the yell
part [cheer-talk, I know… please bear with me… :P] and tomorrow we’ll be doing
the 2nd part of the routine. Though the competition date is on March
1 (tentative…), we still haven’t practiced the whole routine [huhuhuhu…]
because the team hasn’t been complete in attendance since I-don’t-know-when.
But one of our veteran cheerers came back to the squad – for good. Wuhoo! She’s
an asset if I may add, because she really flies up in the air and does pike,
toe-touch, back tuck, front tuck, and anything… just name it! Lol!
That’s it for now…
I’m back! I’M BACK!
Due to some technical difficulties, yours’
truly did not have the time to post any blogs since Friday night. Yes,
technical difficulties.
MY PC BROKE!
It happened last Friday night, around 11:00PM,
when I was itching to go online. I plugged the power cord, pressed the power
button, and stared at the loading monitor. After a few minutes, the terror
struck me! I don’t want to elaborate anymore…
Earlier this night, after a very exhausting day
and afternoon of cheering practices, I went home together with our trusted PC
technician. And he fixed my beloved PC. He did a not-so-total overhaul.
MY PC WAS REFORMATTED, but luckily he was so
smart on doing these – HE MADE A BACK-UP FILE. Though my ever-loved programs
(games, video/photo editors, music converters, etc.) were deleted, my treasured
files (long-time assignments, written outputs, edited songs/music files, video
productions, etc.) were saved. At least the things that I could truly brag
about still remains on my PC. Whew! That was really, really close!
Regrets:
-
Sony
Vegas
-
Adobe
Photoshop
-
Adobe
Pagemaker
-
Nero
6
Relieves:
-
Yahoo!
Messenger
-
Smart
Bro Connection
-
Updated
AVG Anti-Virus
-
Updated
Mozilla Firefox
-
Downloaded
MP3’s
-
My
webcam’s now working!
Realizations:
-
I’ve
had this PC (CPU, keyboard, mouse, speakers) for three years already, and this
is the first time it got troubled since it was assembled.
-
I’ve
been glued to my PC since the advent of computerized school assignment,
projects and the like.
-
My
monitor’s already 6 years and 2 months old! For it was part of my previous PC
way back 2000 to 2004.
For my three days and two night’s absence
online, here’s the list of what I’ve missed:
Yeah! Wuhoooo!!!
I hope I’m back really for good!
Lumos! :P
I woke up around past 1:00 PM already
with 30+ unread text messages in my phone.
Unfortunately, I had to run back
to school. I had to do a repeat performance on my recording activities in my
Broadcast Announcing subject. Nope, not one, but four! That would be 3
1-minuter impromptu speeches and a 10-minute disc jockeying. Yes, you’ve read
it right! I did repeat everything I bragged about last night. Too bad my
recording wasn’t as good as what I did last night, I wasn’t that satisfied.
Moving on, we’re having problems
[again for the nth time…] on the squad. Some are planning to quit. Bullsh*t!
Just finished my RTV assignment…
Now I’m off to bed…
What a good way of presenting my
51st blog entry I guess… tsk, tsk…
P.S.
Tonight was yOu’s flight…
Wuhooooo! This is my 50th
blog entry! And the counting doesn’t stop here…
Updates…
At long last, our 10 Minute Disc
Jockeying activity was conducted earlier. Though I was a bit disappointed
because it wasn’t done live [coz’ I want MIDAS to hear their “greetings”…
lol…], I still did my task with utmost enthusiasm. Yes, it was recorded. And
since I enjoyed doing my 10 minute stint in our Radio Laboratory, I can say
that I am somehow fulfilled. Damn! I did prepare and rehearsed for that for
ages! Wahahaha…
Again, we did not have cheering
practices earlier because of academic reasons. Honestly, I’m becoming more and
more nervous as days go by, for it only means that the competition day – though
it still doesn’t have a definite date – is coming closer and closer. Oh my
gosh…
Ok, my thoughts are not
functioning well now, I think, because I can’t remember anything important to
blog aside from the two things I’ve already mentioned above.
Hhhmmm… buh-bye.
P.S.
Wuhooooo! 50th!!!!!!!
:P
The six essential happenings of
my day…
Forward…
Our supposedly crammed reporting
was cancelled, but it’s OK. At least we’ll have more time to devote unto it.
The squad, though we practice
with no complete attendance since I don’t know when, is really improving I must
say! As for what our trainer con friend told me earlier, “…sa totoo lang, ang
dali nyo matuto…”, and that’s what I’ve observed also. I’m proud of the squad!
Finally, I can do the art of
forward rolling with all its straightness. Funny, but it’s true – I’m not
ashamed of it.
Roll…
Some of us decided not to take
the RE-TAKE because of some stupid reasons. Just don’t ask.
Globe Share-a-Load is not working
tonight! Bad trip! Just when I really needed to use the service, the crap gets
over the hell out of it! [ano daw? Hahaha…]
On the way home, when I was about
to ride the bus, I saw inside it the most unlikely person that I least expected
to be with at that time – my dad. Why? He doesn’t know I’m still on the squad
and I’m wearing my usual practice clothes, that’s why.
That would be for now…
Keyboard drop!
Nothing much to talk about today.
Hhmmm… I wasn’t late [Yes,
believe me! I WAS NOT!] for my class earlier. But sadly, we have yet again
another sudden toture [Not death this time, I guess…] – another sudden midterm
exam. But we MANAGED the situation! Wahahaha… I hope I’m not being libelous,
just read between the lines! Lol!
After our first, and only, class
of today, my partner [Reporting partner to be exact…] Chel of MIDAS and I went
to Starbucks Intramuros near Letran to relax, have a coffee break, and enjoy
the day ahead…
Oops! Wrong statement! Rephrase:
After our first, and only, class
of today, my partner [Reporting partner to be exact…] Chel of MIDAS and I went
to Starbucks Intramuros near Letran to kill time. That’s it.
We decided to stand by there for
it is near the office of the Philippine Star – where our next destination would
be. We are scheduled to interview our previous professor Mr. Floresca, the
Business Editor of the Philippine Star, for our report tomorrow. And since the
appointment would be at around 7:00PM, both of us just decided to sit outside
Starbucks. We did not buy anything, all we did was talk, laugh, talk, laugh,
talk, laugh, talk, laugh… and it’s convenient though – for it’s free! Lol!
Anyways, we cancelled our
cheering practice today because most of the members [including yours truly…] of
the squad are unsure of attending because of academic reasons. And yes, you’ve
read it right – WE cancelled. WE, meaning I’m also in authority, why? Simple:
I’M THE MALE CMC CHEERING SQUAD CAPTAIN. Wahahaha…
Because no practice for today, I
got home earlier than the usual for about 3 weeks already.
But it did not change anything at
all – I’m still not in the mood to do school stuffs at that early.
Not until… now… so, bye.
Nothing much huh? Wahahaha…
A fulfilling day for yours truly…
First, the someone I was talking
about is not mad at me anymore. Thank goodness!
Well, that’s a good start for a
new day, isn’t it?
That good start was followed… the
first part of our cheering routine, together with it’s music, is almost done!
Only “almost” because we hadn’t practiced the stunts perfectly yet. But all in
all, the plan worked great and the execution was really improving. CMC! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Go Waves Fight!
I’m really looking forward to a
better performance this year… I hope this is not only a mere dream…
Speaking of dreams…
By the way, I’m currently
downloading the OST of DreamGirls. And yeah! It’s worth the wait! I’m now
listening to some of the songs, and I can’t help but get excited to watch the
movie itself! For it has a lot of buzz from movie critics to movie fanatics –
and all was good publicity, mind you.
I think that would be it for
tonight.
I’m done downloading.
And I’m outta here!
Unlikely
Being a
movie-buff is apparently one of my characteristics – and yes, I love being
that! Though I admit I’m picky in terms of the genres and story, watching an
unlikely good film is considered for me as a great experience. And when our
professor told us a couple of meetings ago that we would be having a film
showing, my mind buzzed! Film showing, in a PR class?! Now that’s what I call
very, very unlikely.
At first I was
startled on the fact that I don’t know if there would really be a movie fit for
our lectures, because the lessons we’ve studied is too formal and professional
in my point of view – beat that for a flick’s story! Then goes the title, Wag
The Dog. It sounds funny actually, I can’t imagine a dog having booty-shaking
or strutting and waving all around the place in a movie. But I was wrong, I
took it literally – shameful me.
Tag this to
your thoughts: Why does the dog wag its tail? Because the dog is smarter than
its tail.
That line is
actually opened at the beginning of the movie; that line sparked the whole
attention-grabbing feel of the film.
Wag The Dog is
a 1997 release directed by Barry Levinson, which stars
almighty-actors Dustin Hoffman and Robert DeNiro. The flick is about diverting
the publics’ attention from the alarming scandal of the president, who happens
to be re-running for a second term – just two weeks before the Election Day.
DeNiro plays Conrad Brean, the manipulator of politics,
press, and the publics in
He happens to be the one in charge of creating a massive issue to reroute
American people’s attention from the revolting scandal. And then there’s
Hoffman as Stanley Motss, with an entourage of the bests among their field, who
happens to be a famed
director. The two, along with Hoffman’s entourage, teamed up and created the
biggest alarming issue there is! Talking about diverting attention, right? Now
PR is becoming visible.
I admit, I did
enjoy watching the movie. Though at first I wasn’t at ease because I was mesmerized
with the opening tag line, still, I managed to grab the essence of the film –
PR is present here.
The film is
actually a vivid manifestation of Public Relations as a tool for oneness.
Though manipulation is the key in the movie, it still relates to PR’s way of
attracting its publics’ attention, sustaining it, and making it as if it is the
only thing existing. In the film, their first desperate attempt to reroute
public attention was making a fake video, with a lady wandering on streets of
war takes place. It quite worked though, people somehow believed it and
sympathized with what they saw. Isn’t that PR? Another good example was when
the core group (DeNiro and Hoffman) released another desperate attempt to
divert the attention of American people, by making up a fake video of a
was left on the spot of the war. Same thing happened, same reaction from the
publics – they believed and sympathized. They even did a movement, a kind of
silent rally, where they hang boots on tree branches to show support for that
Isn’t that yet again PR?
The fact that
kept the movie in tact with PR is this: public persuasion.
Upon analyzing
the film in the broader view, I imagined a scenario – what if this happened
here in the
The “Hello Garci?” scandal of President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo is not that far
from what I’ve seen on the movie. But sadly, I can’t remember whether there was
a much alarming issue that exploded that time to surpass the scandal. Though I
surely remember one thing – PGMA apologized. And, if I consider it right, I
presume that that triggered the public’s eventual memory loss for the scandal.
Mind you, though she did not actually admit her mistakes, what she said was
powerful enough. The “I am sorry…” line raced a thousand ships. And in this
case, PR is also present here. But what if the president on the film did what
PGMA did? Well, the story’s ending would have been different I guess, but I’m
not Barry Levinson – I don’t have the
final say for that.
Now, the lines
on the beginning of the film: Why does the dog wag its tail? Because the dog is
smarter than its tail. This simply means that the brain is much wiser than any
other part of our system. On the film, it was mirrored in two. First, it shows
that the publics are effortlessly persuaded by the so-called manipulators of
the society – the dog’s brain are the manipulators, its neurons are the media,
and the tail is the publics. Second, the publics are not always easy to
persuade with, especially at times when you serve undeserving and fishy facts –
the dog’s brain now becomes the publics, its neurons are the publics’ acts of
disobedience and lack of cooperation, and this time the manipulators are the
ones being wagged. And on human-speak, the translation for me would be: Why
does a person chooses who to trust? Because that person knows the difference
between right and wrong, and he knows what’s best for him.
Wag The Dog
really taught me something to ponder about in my career as a student. Now I ask
myself, should I let others tear down the very foundation which made me who I
am now – myself? Of course I won’t! After all, I know what’s right from wrong,
I know what’s best for me – and I don’t need a tail to wag around to show my
faith.
Now there goes
another good film in my list. Though it’s quite hard to imagine, I still admit
that I enjoyed the experience. Now… film showing for a PR class? It’s
effective, worth it – and not that unlikely.
