To the young people who stand to inherit this world as we, seniors, prepare to leave it—when, I must admit, it is beginning to look fascinating and awesome, although strange and unfamiliar at the same time: Lest we feel derelict as elders, we’d like to pass on words of experience, if not wisdom—thoughts accumulated and lessons learned through the years—that may be useful to life in a shrinking new world, one we ourselves will not see to its hopefully glorious fruition.
Need more proof that Filipinos have had it up to there with PDAF and all-around government anomalies and corruption? And that such displeasure is permeating every facet of daily life—like a tennis game, for example?
Four women, well-dressed, well-coiffed, obviously well-off, immaculate in their white shirts, munching daintily on sandwiches while sitting on white monobloc chairs they had obviously brought.