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27/05/2026

🇵🇭 Just checking this side of Manila.
Ended up around Arellano, San Andress Bukid. Holiday. Tricycles passing. May nagsasampay. May nagwawalis sa harap ng gate. Taho, pandesal, usok from somewhere. A tuna eatery. PhP 200 panga. I stood there for a bit looking at the grill and thought—ang dami talagang sulok ng Maynila na ganito.

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🇵🇭🌇 Dolomite Beach. Golden hour. Hangin ng dagat. Mga taong nakaupo lang sa shoreline, walang hinahabol. Nakatingin lang...
24/05/2026

🇵🇭🌇 Dolomite Beach. Golden hour. Hangin ng dagat. Mga taong nakaupo lang sa shoreline, walang hinahabol. Nakatingin lang sa langit habang unti-unting lumulubog ang araw.

Reminder na kahit gaano kaingay ang lungsod, may mga sandali pa ring tahimik. At minsan, sapat na ‘yun.

Kung gusto mong makahinga kahit saglit, catch the sunset here.

📍 Dolomite Beach
Manila Baywalk, Roxas Boulevard
Ermita, Manila

One of the best sunset views in Manila—especially before the day ends.

📸RVG

🇵🇭💐 Sometimes, the best view reminds us to pause and reflect. Standing here above Manila, looking over Intramuros, I fou...
24/05/2026

🇵🇭💐 Sometimes, the best view reminds us to pause and reflect. Standing here above Manila, looking over Intramuros, I found myself slowing down for a moment.

Ang daming nangyayari sa buhay—work, energy crisis, deadlines, worries. But sometimes all we need is to stop, look around, and breathe. To see how far we’ve come. To appreciate where we are. And to hope for what’s ahead.

Manila has a way of reminding you of that—history beside the skyline, old walls beside new dreams. A little pause above the city. And somehow, everything feels lighter.

📍 Sky Deck View, The Bayleaf Intramuros
Muralla Street, Intramuros, Manila

📸RVG

🇵🇭💐Today I visited the National Museum of the Philippines and left carrying more than photos.I left with stories. With m...
24/05/2026

🇵🇭💐Today I visited the National Museum of the Philippines and left carrying more than photos.

I left with stories. With memory. With pride. There’s something powerful about walking through these halls and seeing who we are as Filipinos—our history, our art, our struggles, our beauty—held in one place. It reminds you where we came from, and why remembering matters.

If may free time kayo this week or weekend, dalhin n’yo ang kids n’yo, pamilya n’yo, kahit parents n’yo. Maganda siyang lakarin nang dahan-dahan. Read the stories on the walls. Let the kids ask questions. Let history feel alive for them. A beautiful place to spend the day together—and it’s something they’ll remember.

Worth the visit talaga with family.

📍National Museum of Fine Arts: Padre Burgos Avenue, Rizal Park, Ermita, ManilaNational

📍Museum of Anthropology: Agrifina Circle, Rizal Park, Manila

📍National Museum of Natural History: Teodoro F. Valencia Circle, Ermita, Manila (corner of T.M. Kalaw St. and General Luna St.)

Bring the family. Take your time. Our history is waiting for you there.

📸: RVG

Our children are listening.One of the tragedies of modern political discourse is how easily disagreement turns into humi...
16/05/2026

Our children are listening.

One of the tragedies of modern political discourse is how easily disagreement turns into humiliation. The word 🇵🇭 “bobo” has become casually weaponized online — thrown at ordinary supporters, voters, friends, even family members — as if intelligence belongs only to one political tribe. But democracy begins to fracture the moment people believe those who think differently are lesser human beings. To call millions of Filipinos “bobo” is not intellectual superiority, it is moral laziness.

Around the world, societies are trying to teach children about bullying, mental health, inclusion, and dignity. Yet in politics, cruelty is still rewarded when aimed at the “right” enemy. Our children are listening.

They are learning from the way adults speak to one another online, in homes, in schools, and in public life. They are inheriting not only our opinions, but our language, our anger, and our inability to listen.

A healthy democracy demands criticism, accountability, and hard debate. But it also demands humility. No citizen — regardless of education, class, or ideology — deserves to be reduced to an insult.

Once public discourse becomes a contest of who can shame louder, the country loses something deeper than civility. It loses its capacity to hear, to understand, and to heal.


🇵🇭📍Quiapo Church, ManilaLord, I have seen too much.I have sat in rooms where truth was traded for loyalty.Watched people...
16/05/2026

🇵🇭📍Quiapo Church, Manila

Lord, I have seen too much.

I have sat in rooms where truth was traded for loyalty.
Watched people clap for power even when the poor were already drowning outside the gates. Seen fear dressed as patriotism. Silence dressed as discipline.

And still, this morning, with rain hitting the roof and floodwater crawling through the streets again, I pray.
Hear us.

Not the truth bought by money.
Not the truth bent by politics, by propaganda, by people desperate to stay close to power. Give us the truth that lets ordinary people breathe again.

The truth that puts food on empty tables.
The truth that lets a father come home with enough for his children. The truth that allows tired mothers to sleep without calculating debt in the dark.

Lord, let this country feel life again. Not survival. Life.

And let this rain wash away what has poisoned this nation for so long- greed, lies, indifference.
Water whatever good is left in us.

Amen.

Somewhere between unpaid bills, crowded jeepneys, and kitchens running on instant noodles, ordinary Filipinos still wake...
15/05/2026

Somewhere between unpaid bills, crowded jeepneys, and kitchens running on instant noodles, ordinary Filipinos still wake up every morning and choose to keep going.

That resilience — unseen, exhausted, but enduring — is the real strength holding this country together.”

Read my column today in The Mindanao Cross. https://www.facebook.com/share/17JepM6D9u/?mibextid=wwXIfr

Some mornings I still think about my mother when I smell ginger frying or vinegar boiling in the kitchen.Back in Parang,...
10/05/2026

Some mornings I still think about my mother when I smell ginger frying or vinegar boiling in the kitchen.

Back in Parang, she used to cook paksiw salmonete with takway wrapped in banana leaves. I can still hear the kaldero lid moving, DZRH news and radio dramas playing in the background, my mother humming while getting ready for work. Small things you don’t think you will remember forever, but somehow you do.

My mother spent most of her life working quietly in public service. Mayor’s office. Court. Papers stacked on tables. Long days. But people remember her not because of position or title. They remember her because she showed up for people.

Even when she got sick. I was still young then. First year college. PGH corridors. Jeepneys. Phone calls from home. Aunties, uncles, cousins, neighbors, officemates stepping in quietly. I don’t think I ever fully processed it at that age. You just survive day by day.

Now that I’m a mother myself, I understand her differently. I see myself becoming her in small ways.

My daughter carries her name now — Carmen Francesca, my grandma’s name.

Sometimes I look at them, my mother in old faded photos and my girl beside me now, and it feels strange how love travels across generations like that.

Happy Mother’s Day to all mothers — and to all those standing up for their children every single day.

I wrote this piece, “Paksiw Salmonete: Lessons from My Mother’s Life of Service,” for the 28th anniversary of her passing.

Read the full story published in The Mindanao Cross here:
https://www.facebook.com/share/p/1Zfo9jXCwG/?mibextid=wwXIfr

09/05/2026

Congratulations, DLSU Lady Spikers, on your historic 16-0 sweep and UAAP Season 88 women’s volleyball championship — your 13th title. You made the whole La Sallian community proud. Animo La Salle! 💚🏹

De La Salle University, Manila

“The world called it a dumpsite. Families called it home.”  For five years, Ely Salazar kept returning to Brgy. Biniruan...
09/05/2026

“The world called it a dumpsite. Families called it home.” For five years, Ely Salazar kept returning to Brgy. Biniruan in Cotabato City, where many children grew up beside smoke, floodwater and mountains of garbage.

Slowly, classrooms rose beside the dumpsite, families found new livelihoods, and communities began rebuilding dignity one small step at a time.

Read my story, “Rising from Biniruan.”Originally published Sept. 26, 2025

The Mindanao Cross - https://www.facebook.com/share/p/16arXWMBJg/?mibextid=wwXIfr

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