By Jose Ma. Montelibano
It really must be the moment for dramatic change. Last week, a young man was looking at the pyramid of the Philippine population, looking at the poor at the base, and said, “Tito, let’s flip the pyramid, let’s flip our order of priorities.”
By Natasha Victorino
She started working for my family at 16, too young and barely educated.
By Katrina Anne Pascual
One afternoon, I left my resignation letter on the general manager’s desk. She was my direct supervisor, so I expected a dressing down. After all, we were discussing developmental plans just that morning.
By Khriscielle Yalao
I am ashamed of many things in my life, but admitting I’ve been suffering from anxiety and depression disorders is not one of them.
By Maria Selena Remulla-Fortun
Grief is a confusing thing. Especially when you’re in another country and you wake up, blearily check the messages on your computer, and read the news that makes you bolt straight out of bed. You have no choice but to fast-forward through the stages—from denial to depression and straight to acceptance. Well, with a little bit of anger thrown in. It’s frustrating to be away from your loved ones, and you’re expected to forget about how everyone’s coping with the tragedy that has just occurred back home—and to enjoy yourself. It’s strange and it’s selfish, and the timing cannot be any worse.