The Question about the Ethics of Journalism

Ethics means motivation based on ideas of right and wrong (Word Web Pro). It is a standard of every man to choose what is good and choosing the lesser evil. Man is born to be natural good. I would attest to that, we have conscience.
In Journalism, even in other professions, it follows an ethics. To write with a decisive experience of ethics is being upright. It is through ethics that Journalism be respected and maintain its prestige. To tell the truth, objective and fair are very crucial in the said profession.
Nowadays, people may comment that our journalists are bias, protecting their own interest. There is a simple explanation to that comment, humans are born imperfect. If you will understand the meaning of ethics, it is a motivation based on ideas of right and wrong. When you say well, it is better for humanity. You dignified yourself through a right path of life. You may be awarded as a good journalist, like a Good Samaritan. To help people is a momentous experience. Let me relate this bible verse in ethics of Journalism, Let all that you do be done in Love (1 Cor 16: 14).
It is easy to say but it is hard to do, principles may be easy to understand, easy to explain and defend in our teachers. How about the application of ethics? Action speaks louder than words. We deal with different situation of ethics, especially if the ethical standards are at risk. The Journalism profession has a lot of issues like Envelopmental Journalism, conflict of interests, unethical usage of words and abuse of power. There is a simple answer with regard to the application of Ethics in Journalism, to do good for ourselves, better for humanity and best to the Divine Providence. Let Journalism be the change for our declining ethical lifestyle. Let Journalism be the information of uplifting our moral fibers. Let Journalism be one of the ambassadors of appropriate life.

The Mass Happiness

Pinyong, my officemate in Convergys and I went to a “perya”, an amusement park located in Luzon, Quezon City. We gamble our one peso coins. We played the “Itsa”, a game which you throw coins and once the peso fits the square with prize. The number printed on the square will be your money back or I would say double your money. Luckily, I won eight pesos.

We decided to ride the octopus; it looks like a mechanical octopus with metal which can accommodate two persons. We yell, scream and breathe ferociously. A five minute ride increasing the endorphins on our body. I remember the last time, I ridden that octopus during my grade school years. For twenty pesos, I felt the happiness of getting pull up and down.

Pinyong decided to play the lottery, I may say. Let me describe that, you will bet a peso in a number or letter. Once the red light stopped, chips delight, RC Cola, a liter of soda, plastic wares and even Ice Popsicles. They are the prices you may have.

We bet, played and won. I won a pale deeper and an Ice Popsicle. Pinyong won a plastic ware for viand or rice and an Ice Popsicle.

We also had a food trip. We ate fish ball, chicken balls and Kikiam (it is made with ground pork and vegetables in bean curd sheets then deep fried until golden. We also ate Kwek-Kwek, boiled chicken eggs coated with orange-tinted batter commonly sold on street. Then, we have balut, a fertilized duck or chicken egg with a nearly developed embryo inside that is boiled and eaten in a shell.

Small talk and we decided to go home. I hope, he will return the pale deeper and Ice Popsicle for I asked him to keep those.