Dear Mr. President
First of all, I had my doubts about you when you became President-elect. It’s not because I think there were better choices out there but because you, simply put, were just the lesser of the evils.
Dear Mr. President
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Goodbye, guilty pleasure
The life of a pedestrian
Postcards from Pedring
I remember Ondoy clearly… well, in my case, as clear as that sleepy Saturday morning allowed.
I can still see those floodwaters rising on our street, black at first, and then turning into that sinister brown, telling us that it was already from the river nearby. There was nowhere to go. We were helpless about it.
When OK is not good enough
It’s funny what ideas you get when doing mundane, everyday things.
When I went downstairs to get a kilo of good beef, I accidentally dropped a chunk on the floor. The butcher went down to pick it up, but instead of tossing it in the bin, he just rinsed it with water and put it back with the others… even while I was still in the shop.