Oh Waze, dear Waze, how could we ever roam,
Without your guiding voice, we’d never find our home.
Gone are the days of trifold maps in laps,
Now you lead us swiftly, past all mishaps.
Accidents ahead? You gently steer us clear,
Speed radars lurking? You whisper in our ear.
Traffic enforcers plotting? You show another way,
Your wisdom shines brightly, guiding night and day.
To remote destinations, through paths less trod,
You find the shortest route, like some digital god.
From your ancestral maps, you’ve evolved so fine,
No more paper folding, no more desperate whine.
So here’s to you, Waze, our modern-day guide,
In your digital embrace, we joyfully ride.
For without you, dear Waze, we’d be hopelessly lost,
Navigating the world’s highways, no matter the cost.
Ah, the grand tradition of declaring someone “persona non grata”—the official equivalent of a sternly worded letter.
When media personalities like Rendon Labador and Rosemarie Tan Pamulaklakin a.k.a. Rosmar face this symbolic exile in the Municipality of Coron, Palawan, it’s a spectacle worth savoring. Disrespectful behavior, negative publicity, incitement to conflict—they’ve ticked all the boxes for a drama-filled decree.
Yet, this ceremonial ousting, devoid of legal teeth, merely fuels the publicity machine. Those cast out aren’t exactly barred from setting foot in their designated no-go zones; instead, they gain another chapter in their saga of notoriety. The officials, in turn, bask in the fleeting spotlight. It’s a win-win charade that keeps the local news cycle humming.
Remember drag artist Pura Luka who was exiled from multiple locales? They might as well have been handed a map of the artist’s next tour dates.
The Adobo Chronicles 
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