Dark days
I stormed out of the room, sweat forming beads on my forehead. I tried not to throw another tantrum.
I’m not your arm rest
On Monday mornings, I don’t sit. At least not in the crowded Jasper Jean buses. Tuesday is usually much favorable,...
Valedictory
I have always dreamed about delivering a graduation speech, though I have never deserved that honor. I was never the...
No welcome, Joe
I understand you have reached the shores of my hometown, Tabaco City, in a big boat. I’m glad at your...
Making my vote count
A few weeks ago, as I was watching the primetime news telecast, I heard a striking sentiment from one fellow...
Third world, real-world problems
When I was younger, I would go with my mom to the mall and point at random things that had...
Needed: political revolutionary
Many Filipinos see the 2016 elections as an opportunity for change, to rectify the errors and mistakes of the past....
May corruption inspire us to make a difference
In Philippine movies, lawyers are often portrayed as liars, deceivers and falsifiers who follow the unlawful commands of their affluent...
If only kids could vote
One night during quarantine, I caught my 12-year-old niece, Althea, looking startled as news reports of the 2022 national election...
Staying afloat
Trying to get up from my bed is always the hardest thing to do every time I wake up. I...
