First of all I'm back in the UK. I guess many of you who have me on plurk/twitter/facebook would have known this already. I've moved into my new house alright and I FINALLY HAVE INTERNET. WOO.
Radio is something dear to me. Broadcasting is in general.
Especially the BBC World Service. BBC World Service was the one of the big reasons I got into radio in the first place. Sure I like music, but at the end of the day my roots in radio come from things like the Today programme and the BBC World Service. My love for factual radio programmes knows no bounds and it's a shame I can't listen to as much as I used to anymore. Mainly because I fear that if I can't devote my full attention to a program I feel like I'm missing out. That should change.
You have no idea how much that radio, with international news reaching a young girl in a Philippines meant to me. It told me that there was something beyond the shady politics and terrible corruption in the world. idk I'm being sentimental here but it did mean a lot. And I really do thank my dad for getting me into the habit.
I mean never mind the fact that The Philippines is one of the most dangerous places in the world for journalists.
I MEAN SERIOUSLY. This is a list of countries that the Committee to Protect Journalists has come up with. These are the countries in which it is most dangerous to be a journalist. The Philippines is ranked third after Iraq and Somalia. THERE'S NOT EVEN A BLOODY WAR IN THE COUNTRY JUST LOTS OF CORRUPTION AND VIOLENCE URGH I CAN'T DEAL WITH IT.
I spent two days at an Amnesty International Student Media Conference. I became super serious journalist person and I enjoyed and I networked and I got a lot of contacts. I think there are good things ahead.
also I am drowning in my friends list maybe it is time to make some groupings and sort it out.