By Peavey Vergara
On a mountain bike, one often encounters restaurant billboards at intervals. Every kilometer or so, it seems these ads are counting down, telling you to keep going, and to get going to their establishments. Five km away, 1 km, 200 meters…
By Michael L. Tan
Let’s take a break from disasters—natural and (wo)manmade—for now and deal with something still somewhat stressful: managing your panic this weekend as you realize you still have a long list of people you need to get gifts for. It’s tempting to send someone to Divisoria and pick up cheap giveaways, but you’d be surprised [...]
By Melba Padilla Maggay
How does good come about in the world?
By Rina Jimenez-David
There’s nothing like being in a non-Christian country during Christmas to realize just how special the season is in the Philippines. In Taiwan, it was mid-December but the holiday fever was nowhere to be felt. True, tinsel and holly festooned the hotel lobby and hallways, and Christmas carols were piped in constantly. At Taipei 101, the humongous skyscraper that sits in Taipei’s business district, there was an obligatory Santa’s Cottage and even a life-size snow globe. But elsewhere, there was hardly any sign of Christmas cheer.
My family live in a once trouble-wracked neighborhood or purok in Barangay Bahay Toro, Quezon City, where robberies, holdups and burglaries often occurred, even in daytime. Many times at night, noisy street drinking sessions were rampant—so with alternating rowdy, supposedly birthday celebrations bellowing irritating videoke sounds that shattered the stillness of the night. These nocturnal nuisance activities distracted me from doing my take-home school work. It also deprived my aging parents and their fellow senior citizen-homeowners and weary day-shift workers of much-needed sleep and rest at night.