Parking fees are not fair
Iloilo City is beginning to feel less like a home and more like a machine that extracts money from every step its people take. What used to be open an...
Noel Galon de LeonApril 24, 20264 min
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Iloilo City is beginning to feel less like a home and more like a machine that extracts money from every step its people take. What used to be open an...
Let’s admit it, we pretend to be shocked by bare skin but secretly we are just uncomfortable with our own contradictions. I saw my neighbor early in t...
By Noel Galon de Leon The image is still difficult to ignore: bolanteros returning to the Iloilo Terminal Market after a violent clearing operation co...
Last Holy Week, when time seemed to slow and silence carried more meaning, I found myself on a journey that felt bigger than a simple outing. I went t...
Ang buwan ng Abril ay hindi lamang basta paglipas ng panahon sa kalendaryo kundi isang paalala ng ating kolektibong alaala bilang isang bayan na may s...
Ni Noel Galon de Leon Sa panahon ng digmaan, hindi ko na kayang tingnan ang sining bilang simpleng libangan lamang, dahil bawat larawan, bawat salita,...
My mother is from Guimaras, although they used to have a house in Villa Arevalo. Still, every summer of my childhood seemed to lead me back not to Vil...
I chose not to drive today because I wanted to place myself, deliberately and without insulation, inside the everyday reality that most people cannot ...
I used to be uncomfortable with beauty pageants. They often felt like empty spectacles that reinforced shallow standards rather than meaningful dialog...