Let me begin with an apology because today’s column is not for the faint of heart. I am about to talk about poop. Not the kind of figurative “politica...
When I first stepped into my Filipino 7 classrooms at U.P. High School in Iloilo, I expected the usual mix of nervous smiles, shy introductions, and t...
By Noel Galon de Leon They say the gym is a temple of discipline. And maybe in some cities, it is. You know, pristine, serious, people counting reps l...
When I first learned about Sumakwelan Iloilo, Inc., I realized something we often forget during Buwan ng Wikang Pambansa: the story of our national li...
Let’s be honest. Working out without music is like sinigang without the sourness, bland, uninspired, and frankly, a little depressing. For someone lik...
This is not just about traffic. This is about fairness, dignity, and the kind of life that every Ilonggo deserves. Every morning, as early as 4:30, ou...
By Noel Galon de Leon I have already said what needed to be said in my previous columns. Frankly, I am growing weary of repeating myself just to remin...
After two months of hitting the gym regularly and surviving on a diet of mostly green things, I found myself unexpectedly thinking about something fro...
I’m Angry at Piolo. When the credits of Antoinette Jadaone’s Sunshine finally faded, I realized my fists were clenched. Maris Racal doesn’t simply per...