I gave my hand -- it felt good

Holaa! 
Time really flies so fast I didn’t even realize I had been working for a month now.

Celebrate my 1^st month at work by going to a wrong venue and be late for almost half a day for coverage. Cheers to my very first field assignment – geez I got the instructions so wrong. Good thing, I have him with me that day, he really made me better.

Okay now, finally we arrived at the right venue for the new media workshop, and I really don’t know why I have this connotation that “workshops” are not formal. I’m definitely wrong, everyone else except me are in their corporate attires while me, this newbie is wearing her most comfortable pair of jeans and ragged polo. Again, another clap—clap for me.

I really tried not to care and instead I focused on the topic of the “workshop”.  But after all, it wasn’t really a fruitful workshop; it was more of “how to PR PNoy 101” educating us through using their PR materials for PNoy, government communication practitioners, to use social networking onto promoting our offices, programs, projects and etc.

It was really boring I must say, or maybe I just find it really boring since I am expecting a real “workshop”, actual exercises or hands-on trainings but they gave me none and instead used their PR materials for PNoy and encouraging us to pattern our media mileage same as theirs which is not interesting at all. Or maybe, I just find the “workshop” boring since I have already learned at school what the speaker kept on trying to impose. Those that have been taught at school like “social networking”, “citizen journalism” and others with the same medium which are used to promote or disseminate information. Don’t get me wrong, but that moment, I really felt that I am knowledgeable enough in terms of “communication” since I have been studying this for 8 semesters unlike my fellow communication practitioners who were not really expose or trained or used into handling such promotion/dissemination.

Enough of that “workshop”, I remembered I should celebrate my 1^st month at work! Before the day end something unexpected happen.

Pao and I have been comfortable talking about almost everything under the sun. But that moment, that very moment when we were sitting on a couch, just the two of us, sharing music and humming one song. It was different I must say, we’ve never been that close, but wait it doesn’t end there.

We were actually talking about “us”, but I remembered, is there such a thing as “us”? Then I answered myself, none. So whatever he says/asks me, I just simply give vague answers and didn’t take each question seriously although deep within my consciousness, I want to believe him with all of me and gave him answers my heart wants to say.


But what happened next said everything I am resisting all along. Inside the car back to our office, he grab and held my hand tight, surprisingly I also held his without any hesitation. And that's it, I gave my hand to him for the very first time, I let him hold it tight letting him have a part of me. 


It really made me feel secured -- I felt safe and cared.