Saturday, November 17, 2007

Tempus Fugit

It's not that big a deal, really, but I realize I am now writing the 50th entry on my blog.

It isn't much, I know, but it's something, especially since none of this was ever really planned. Started with just a couple of friends prodding me to start a blog, next thing I know I'm on my 50th post already. Tempus fugit!

Speaking of how fast time flies, I am becoming a bit nostalgic about some of the people I "left behind" in GMA. I miss them, especially my staff.

The program I handled the longest in GMA/Q was At Your Service, Star Power! Its last episode aired close to a month ago, but the real farewell to the show happened just this Friday at Cris' diner along Roces Avenue.

Most everyone was there, including our host, Iza, who is seen here with a chunk of ube halaya on her teeth. Nice, Iza! Beside her, of course, is the show's Executive Producer, Jacel, who is one of two (maybe three) people in AYS who have been there since it launched as a weekend morning show in GMA.

Segment Producer, Abi, who cried the most that night. Look at how much she has grown! She was only this small when she started. Hahaha!

AYS boys Macky, Lawrence, and Cris belting a classic in the karaoke. Oh Lawrence, look at how much you have GROWN, too! Hehe.

Iza's turn to sing: Fly Away by Lenny Kravitz. Coolness!

Iza and Abi sharing the microphone.

The team with a genuine heart for service. Group shot right before the...

...blowing of the candles.

Congratulations to the team that put up the most awarded show on Q! You guys brought home a New York Festivals award, 3 awards from the US International Film and Video Awards, and an Anak TV Seal. I'm proud of you!

And never forget how you've changed many lives and helped many people in the show. You're all blessings to the world.

Ceremonial cutting of the cake? Why not?!

The ladies of AYS.

The REAL ladies of AYS.

The boys of AYS? Hahaha.

I will so miss working with you guys. More than co-workers, I consider you friends and family. Until the next time!

More pictures coming soon. Rico and Addy promised to send me the ones they took.

(Photos here courtesy of Abi.)

4 comments:

  1. Naunahan mo ko! I'm suppose to celebrate my 50th post...i think 6 more to go, i stopped kasi for almost 3 wks?

    here's to a hundred and more blogs from you!

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  2. ang ganda naman ni iza!

    hay naku, kahit hindi ko pa kilala sila, parang friends ko sila, kasi i got the extra books from them para sa charity. if there's one show na gusto ko pa-ampon sa GMA, ito na yun.

    i love doing REAL service. pag bumalik ang show na to, sali ako ha. hehehe

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  3. i cry more easily when i have a little too much to drink. hehehe..but the emotions were just as real. I'm gonna miss this show sooo much...
    thanks sir glenny for everything...keep in touch!

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  4. thanks paige! it really pays to NOT be working. hahahaha! at least sa blogging world.

    piper, gawa tayo show! tuloy na natin ang plano.

    abi, i will miss you! when there is an opportunity for us to work together again, let us not miss the chance to do so. hanap tayo raket. hehehe.

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The Chronicler's Creed

Where there's water and sun, where there are friends to see or new people to meet, where there's something new to learn, experience, or do, where there's life, there I will be.

LA POESÍA

Y fue a esa edad... Llegó la poesía
a buscarme. No sé, no sé de dónde
salió, de invierno o río.
No sé cómo ni cuándo,
no, no eran voces, no eran
palabras, ni silencio,
pero desde una calle me llamaba,
desde las ramas de la noche,
de pronto entre los otros,
entre fuegos violentos
o regresando solo,
allí estaba sin rostro
y me tocaba.

And it was at that age... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I do not know, I do not know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I do not know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

- An excerpt from LA POESÍA (Poetry) by Pablo Neruda