Writing about the Philippines these days has the danger of you being called pretentious, a hypocrite, nagmamagaling, hindi naka move on (as in falling out of love?) just to name a few. It is easy to brush these off, but it hurts. It hurts because I care. Anyway, I don’t want to be silent, I don’t want to keep silent. Even if it seems like I am a small voice in the wilderness. And in doing so I am able to convince one soul, even just one soul, then I can confidently face my God and say, “I did what I had to do.” I am with everybody and anybody who wants a peaceful and progressive Philippines. I am with you who want a drug-free, crime-free, corruption-free Philippines. I am with you who support a leadership with an iron fist, a leadership with a political will to clean up the mess that the previous administrations left. I am with you
I am an OFW living and working in Dubai, and yet, I cannot just shrug off with indifference all that I read from social media sites and from the sites of national news media in the Philippines. Add to that, there are some of the prominent sites of the international media, CNN, BBC, Al Jazeera, the New York Times, the Times Magazine. To name a few. And of course, the local television stations in the Philippines that have gone international, TFC, TV5, GMA7, Rappler. In other words, the world has gotten smaller and smaller. We, Filipinos living outside the Philippines, will know what happens in the Philippines in real time. Words for the day – stultify and misogyny. I never ever expected myself to use both terms, but it came to my mind while listening to one of the latest pronouncements of the president of the Philippines, President Rodrigo Duterte in line with his fight against illegal drugs. I am referring
Too much is happening in my country. And I have only one person to talk to, my husband. He patiently listens to my tirades, makes a few comments here and there and then ends up telling me, “don’t be stressed,” with a voice so very loving I can cry. I cry, yes. I cry because I am a Mama, a Mom, a MamaLa, a ‘Te Bebs. These four names melt my heart every time. My daughters, my sons, my grandsons. My nieces, my nephews, my grandsons and my granddaughters. They don’t always listen to me, but every time I get the opportunity, I always say “Nobody gives up on family.” Now to my country. I am affected every time I see blood on the television screen watching the daily TV Patrol. I am not much of a fan of gruesome movies, you know. I have all six seasons of the series “The Walking Dead” but I am not yet able to finish
The discussion is loud, so very loud. That is whether Former President Ferdinand Marcos be buried in the Libingan Ng Mga Bayani or somewhere else. The noise is attempting to sway President Rodrigo Duterte to reconsider his decision in allowing the burial at the LNMB. Actually, I feel for both of those who are for and who are against. They both have strong positions, I am not saying that either one is right, though. The president has made his decision. Whether he changes his position remains to be seen, well, nothing is definite until September 18. Anyway, I don’t want to add to the noise. I don’t want to add convincing positions why the former president should be buried where. At the end of the day, it is up to President Duterte to stand by his earlier decision, unless of course, the Supreme Court steps in and render a decision contrary to the stand of the President. And then we will
It is market day today for us. Our weekend in Dubai falls on Friday and Saturday. Usually, we prepare everything
We each have stories to tell, lots of them. It’s a shame to keep them all to ourselves. I have
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