Pikpik sa Abaga
Ni: Henry Sandoval
Eleksyon 2016
Mura na ug ginamos nga mawos ang umaabot nga politika karong 2016 sa sunod tuig ang kalabanan karon nga gi-istoryahan sa mga tawo bisan pa man nga wala pa maglihok ang mga yawe sa politika dinhi sa Unang Distrito sa Negros Occidental. Kami nga taga sa media ang kanunay nga mapangutana sa mga yano ug uban nga anaa sa tag-as nga lintang sa katilingban.
Kalabanan nga mga pangutana sa lokal nga politika kung kinsa ang mahulip sa mga kandidato nga mogradwar na sa ilahang pagka opisyal sa gobyerno lokal sa siyudad sa San Carlos? Ikaduha nga pangutana nga ug kinsa man sad kayha ang mudagan pagka-kongresman sa unang distrito?
April 24, 2015
No Baby Talk
By Georgene Rhena P. Quilaton-Tambiga
What am I going to write about?
This question has been pestering me for almost a year now. The inkwell has run dry and I’d been writing using a pencil for far too long. It is not just to say our environs now lack the inspiration for a writer or are now devoid of materials for a journalist. I am saying something is amiss here but only a very few notice it.
When I went back from a yearlong sojourn in a different career, I found myself coming home to my lifelong passion only to discover that the personal and physical impediments were countless and stubborn as the giant rock. But when I finally came around to overcoming the impediments step by step. Alas! I found a barrier that I couldn’t remove with my bare hands—barriers that include people, news sources that once had doors open are now suddenly closed.
I remember the time when I first became a community journalist in-training. I started writing essays that were my observations and opinions of events that occurred in the city. Then, the editor started giving simple assignments that involved a bit of research, a little running here and there, and few short interviews of news sources that weren’t used to being interviewed in the first place.
By Georgene Rhena P. Quilaton-Tambiga
San Carlos journalism
What am I going to write about?
This question has been pestering me for almost a year now. The inkwell has run dry and I’d been writing using a pencil for far too long. It is not just to say our environs now lack the inspiration for a writer or are now devoid of materials for a journalist. I am saying something is amiss here but only a very few notice it.
When I went back from a yearlong sojourn in a different career, I found myself coming home to my lifelong passion only to discover that the personal and physical impediments were countless and stubborn as the giant rock. But when I finally came around to overcoming the impediments step by step. Alas! I found a barrier that I couldn’t remove with my bare hands—barriers that include people, news sources that once had doors open are now suddenly closed.
I remember the time when I first became a community journalist in-training. I started writing essays that were my observations and opinions of events that occurred in the city. Then, the editor started giving simple assignments that involved a bit of research, a little running here and there, and few short interviews of news sources that weren’t used to being interviewed in the first place.
The Friendly Observer
By Arthur Keefe
An Olympic pool, perhaps?
April 19, 2015
No Baby talk On fire
March 15, 2015—I was trying to cover the fire on Burgos Street. The experience was an awakening.
When I arrived on the site there was a fairly huge blaze that was just consuming around three houses and in no time electrical lines were ablaze, too. In five seconds, there was a stampede and people pushed their way out of the inferno as wires sparked like fireworks on an electrical post.
March 15, 2015—I was trying to cover the fire on Burgos Street. The experience was an awakening.
When I arrived on the site there was a fairly huge blaze that was just consuming around three houses and in no time electrical lines were ablaze, too. In five seconds, there was a stampede and people pushed their way out of the inferno as wires sparked like fireworks on an electrical post.
All Baby Talk
By Georgene Rhena Quilaton-Tambiga
More on baby food
Picking up from my previous topic on homemade baby food, let this be a rejoinder.
It had been a few weeks since I wrote for this column and since then my baby girl has eaten from a smorgasbord of vegetables and meats. With the addition of a glass type blender on our kitchen counter, I discovered that there is no limit to the baby food wonders a mother can make at home.
By Georgene Rhena Quilaton-Tambiga
More on baby food
Picking up from my previous topic on homemade baby food, let this be a rejoinder.
It had been a few weeks since I wrote for this column and since then my baby girl has eaten from a smorgasbord of vegetables and meats. With the addition of a glass type blender on our kitchen counter, I discovered that there is no limit to the baby food wonders a mother can make at home.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)