Wowowee: I See Dead People Part II
Wednesday, February 15th, 2006Two things made the Ultra Tragedy coverage especially difficult for me: (1) seeing dead people (obviously not one… but at least 60 cadavers!) around me, and (2) having to go on live television with all those dead people around me.
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I love watching the "American Idol" preliminaries and usually scoff at contestants who forget even the simplest of lyrics because of… "a bad case of nerves," as they call it. Ano kaya yun, I would tell myself. Well, I apologize to those people for being judgmental. The so-called "bad case of nerves" does exist after all.
I realized this when I did my first live reportage on television. I remember it clearly… it was 28 March 2005, the day my nephew was born. I was deployed to San Fernando, Pampanga for a Central Luzon-wide transport strike. I had no idea how important the story was until an ENG (electronic news gathering) van was sent to where I was. I mean, every story is big, but not all are "liveable."
So there I was, standing in front of a camera which I had done many times before; the only difference this time was that the camera was hooked up to a microwave satellite that will beam the broadcast to the entire Philippines and (no thanks to TFC), the entire world! Well, I knew not everybody was going to see me, but the thought of being on nationwide television and the possibility of clamming up big time was very real!
I forgot how I did, except that my hands and voice were really shaking; but I went on the air 6 times that morning (2 for "Magandang Umaga," once for "News Central Morning," once each for ANC News 8AM and 10AM and once for 10AM news advisory on ABS-CBN). In hindsight, my field producer said my "performance" wasn’t bad for a first timer. But back to my point, going on live and the thought of screwing up on television really makes you want to melt and bury your head underground like an ostrich. Nakaka-tense…sobra!
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A lot of people (the mean ones, in patricular), would probably say, "The first time is excusable, eh bakit pag nagla-live ka, hanggang ngayon nanginginig pa rin yung kamay mo." Of course, I have reasons. Pasmado ako. Anyone who knows me knows that I have perennial "sweaty hands." It has been one of my biggest problems, pushing my social skills a notch lower.
In our parish, where I serve as a lector and commentator for Holy Mass, I find it embarassing to hold hands with people during the singing of the "Our Father." The Ministers of Communion might be under the impression that I am a social snob, not wanting to descend to their box and hold hands with them. Well, in the many occasions they have held hands with me or have seen me take the commentator’s lectern, they now know why I am hesitant to hold hands with them. Kulang pa ang isang rolyo ng toilet paper to keep my hands dry.
I have sought professional help but of the topical remedies prescribed to me, nothing seems to work. The only other options I have are to have botox injections on my palms and nerve surgery, which are very, very expensive and do not guarantee a 100% success rate. So much for my hyperhidrosis (excessive or profuse perspiration; also called polyhidrosis) problem.
Sobrang digression na ito. Pasensya na sa English teachers….
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The other reason why I still appear to be nervous on live-cam is because I AM nervous. Broadcast journalist Mr. Ed Lingao, who used to work for ABS-CBN, has a station plug for ABC News and Public Affairs where he says, "Pag reporter ka at hindi ka na nahihiya, mahiya ka na," or something like that. Somebody at my Commentators and Lectors Group in our parish also told me the exact, same thing. When you go up there (lector’s ambo) and feel too confident, mali na yun. God knows how many times I have wet the podium’s surface and the hand-held microphone at Holy Family Parish because of the perspiration from my hands…
I know I still have a lot to learn in broadcasting and I know it will take many more years and much psyching to have the confidence of a Korina Sanchez or Noli de Castro. But at least people see and know that I am capable of being nervous, capable of committing mistakes and capable of being…human. Ganun naman talaga di ba? Only God is perfect! Amen!
TO BE CONTINUED… NA NAMAN!!!


coverage days for me and my crew. On weekends, I begin my duty at 8AM and I usually get deployed to DZMM, yes, the radio station just across the TV Newsroom, to interview Vice President de Castro’s regular Saturday radio program guests. I didn’t think February 4th was going to be any special, so I took my time preparing for what I thought was going to be a boring duty.