Wtb/Lfs
EXhOrizon in Manila ticket/tix
- any day will do
- prio VIP B or VIP A
- Can also do standing if last option.
- minimal additional fee lang sana or same.
And now, I feel like there are more things for me out there. I may not be able to watch concerts or buy merch but I will always be here. I will forever be an EXOL and a fangirl.
Once upon a time this is what I lived for. I remember back in college I told myself that I would never watch an EXO concert if it was not my money so when I finally had a job an EXO concert ticket was my first big purchase.
Fast forward to many more EXO concerts and even flying to Korea to watch Chanyeol’s concert for 2 days, I really believe that I have achieved all that I want as a fangirl. The fangirl in me has seen and experienced so much way way beyond my wildest dreams.
“Ser pinadaan talaga ako ng Diyos dito. Gutom na gutom na ako. Hindi pa ako nakakakain buong araw, pinang-gas ko lang.”
Nakaririmarim na kailangang mamili ng Pilipino kung makakakain siya o makakapag-gasolina. Tangina durog na durog ako today.
A Morning of Calm. A Nation in Waiting.
This morning began like many others. I rose early, stretched into my exercise, sipped my coffee, and sent off Simmy Bear to school with a kiss and quiet hope. Then came my youngest, Dr. Jolo—a radiologist at UP-PGH—just home from toxic duty. He looked at me and said softly, “I didn’t sleep, Papa.” We sat down for breakfast, and as he recounted his cases, I listened—not just as a physician, but as a father. The weight he carries is real. The lives he touches are many. And yet, even in exhaustion, there was purpose in his voice.
I went off to the hospital myself. A call. Then rounds. Patients waiting. I moved through the day with calm, focused on healing, forgetting for a moment the outside world—now trembling with outrage over corruption and inefficiency.
But the anxiety of the people is real. I feel it. I carry it.
President Bongbong Marcos is trying to parry the blows. But just like a physician in the ER, I would urge him: do it quickly. When a patient is crashing, you don’t wait. You act. You diagnose. You intervene. You save.
This is not the time for apathy. Not the time for fence-sitters. This is about our future—our children, our hospitals, our streets, our dignity.
We must stay calm, yes. But we must also be aggressive in calling out what is wrong. Corruption is not just a political issue—it is a wound that bleeds into every Filipino home.
The people are waiting. Healing is urgently needed.
Truth matters to all of us. And this time, may there be no tears—only a steel heart with an iron hand for justice.
Let the chips fall. Let the guilty be held accountable. Return the stolen funds to the Filipino people. Restore what was taken. Deliver justice—not delay.
The nation is watching. The streets are stirring. And history will not forgive hesitation.
Let the truth rise.
Let the corrupt fall.
Let justice flow like the floodwaters they failed to control.
Dr Tony Leachon