It was only one hour ago
It was all so different then
There’s nothing yet has really sunk in
Looks like it always did
This flesh and bone
It’s just the way that you would tied in
Now there’s no-one home
I grieve for you
You leave me
‘so hard to move on
Still loving what’s gone
They say life carries on
Carries on and on and on and on Continue reading We Grieve For You, Central Philippines
This goes out to our OFW friends who have been ignored by their network of friends in their earlier years as a regular factory worker in Philippine provinces or an ordinary blue-collar yuppie in Makati or Ortigas.
Have you ever wondered why among all your friends you were not considered as a Ninong or Ninang (Baptismal godparent/sponsor) to another friend’s new-born child?
It’s simple, right? Because you didn’t have a high-paying job. Your salary was not even enough for you. Worse, you didn’t have a job. Continue reading Are You A Ninong/Ninang Because You’re an OFW?
Filipinos have been fighting for their right to vote. The right to write the names (or fill in the circles) of persons on a ballot who will lead (or mislead) them. The right to insult another person supporting the opposing candidate. And the right to have the index finger dipped in indelible ink.
In this nation where people have fought to exercise their right to vote in previous elections, there is at least one person who has been exercising his right otherwise.
And that’s ME. Continue reading Why I Exercise My Right Not To Vote