THERE WERE TWO major topics in the news this week, the tanim-bala scandal and the APEC Summit. The first is being dealt with by the Senate and other agencies, and has been discussed to satiation. The second is what I’d like to reflect on, if I may. For almost a year now, the Executive has
I ACKNOWLEDGE YOUR “deep apologies,” Secretary Abaya, and grant that you are “profoundly sorry” for your unfortunate “off the cuff” remarks last Monday. But I still don’t think you get it. If you truly believe that the traffic due to the LRT 2 Masinag Extension is “not fatal” nor “burdensome,” I invite you to move
THE LITTLE BOY knocked on the window of the café last night, holding up a plastic basket. Scrunching his lips at it, he indicated with raised eyebrows and wide open eyes that it was in our best interest to check out his wares. He was a cute fellow, and my husband began haggling with him
WHILE CATCHING UP on news yesterday, I came across this picture, actually a thumbnail of a video, that screamed “watch me!” The image of a little girl’s face brightly jutting out of a warren of pipes and concrete was disturbing, to say the least. The report featured the children of informal settlers in Navotas who
I MISS my Dad. I lost him two years ago but I still think I hear his voice and often forget that he’s not home to greet me with his usual, “Hello, Darling!” Father’s Day is especially tough because it makes his absence starker. He was an excellent Dad. Of course, in our 46 years
This is an aspiration poor boss Juan shares. And this is the torch he carries: that his employee Noynoy will somehow remember his mandate and find his path; that he will recover his wits before it is too late; that he will forget his dreams of prizes and posterity and instead attend to the plight of his bosses; and that he will recall he is President and lead!