One evening, a student joked, “Sir, ChatGPT knows me better than my parents.” I laughed, though uneasily. That remark shows how deeply AI is creeping into our lives. We use it for meditation, stress advice, even resignation letters. Yet comfort often comes with unease. AI is no longer just a tool—it
October 5, 2025
It starts in subtle ways. A student asks for a grade bump because they “tried their best.” A colleague skips a task, saying, “That’s not in my job description.” A driver overtakes in traffic, asserting their urgency is greater than yours. These seemingly mundane moments reveal a troubling pattern: a growing
October 4, 2025
It hurts to say this about a place we love, but many of us whisper it on jeepney benches, in faculty rooms, and in airport lines that barely move: it is hard to love you right now, Philippines. The sea is still the kind of blue that calms the chest, the
October 3, 2025
Choosing the right research topic can be tough and rough, whether for a high school project, an undergraduate thesis, or a PhD dissertation. Finding one relevant to your growth and grade can be challenging. After all, what if it turns out to be a dud? What if it does not offer
October 2, 2025
A few weeks ago, a senior high adviser caught her class buzzing over a viral Facebook post. It claimed to offer new scholarships, and several students had already submitted their IDs. Instead of scolding, she quietly projected the official city scholarship page on the board and explained the difference. The room
October 1, 2025
Saying vote buying is “normal” is not harmless talk. When a person who seeks or holds public office says it out loud, it signals a willingness to break the rules that protect everyone else. It lowers the bar for the whole city, town, or barangay. People hear a leader excuse a
September 30, 2025
September 21 felt like a fiesta and a wake. We laughed at witty placards, sang with strangers, then went home to mop the same floodwater we were protesting. We marched because money meant to keep our families dry ended up in the wrong hands. The days after the Trillion Peso March
September 29, 2025
The streets taught a better homily than most pulpits last weekend. Students, teachers, farmers, nurses, drivers, parents, and faithfuls pressed together at the Trillion-Peso March, a slow tide of people saying the simplest of lessons: stop stealing public money. Many faith communities in Iloilo showed up with placards and prayers. Yet
September 27, 2025
The clip lasted only a few seconds. A young woman onstage at Luneta raised her fist, led a chant against corruption, and looked out at a sea of umbrellas, tarpaulins, and homemade signs. It was Martial Law Day, and thousands had gathered for the Trillion Peso March in cities across the
September 26, 2025
She was not late, but her whole vibe said she wished she were anywhere else. Once the class star in SHS, now a quiet figure at the back of a college classroom, notebook hugged to her chest like it could explain everything. Her eyes bounced from the professor, to the projector,
September 25, 2025
The streets were loud again last weekend. Across Luneta, Iloilo, Cebu, and Cagayan de Oro, we filled the streets with chants, placards, and even dogs in protest vests—united against corruption that washed away trust and flood funds. An ordinary Sunday turned historic as rally veterans from the 90s marched shoulder-to-shoulder with
September 24, 2025
She stood quietly, unsure—just a slip of paper in her hand, eyes moving from face to face. The hallway was loud, busy, uncaring. No one stopped. A lola from Antique, new to Iloilo, unsure of what to do, hoping to help her daughter in pain at the ICU. She did not
September 23, 2025