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Some mornings at the ISUFST Main Campus–Tiwi Site arrive already heavy. The sun is sharp by mid-morning, deadlines hover like unspoken reminders, and ...

Some mornings at the ISUFST Main Campus–Tiwi Site arrive already heavy. The sun is sharp by mid-morning, deadlines hover like unspoken reminders, and ...

If you ever want to understand Dinagyang or Kasadyahan beyond the spectacle, do not look at the grandstand first. Look at the eyes. It is the eyes bef...

Somewhere between the drumbeat of Dinagyang and the Monday-morning rush of regular life, we have developed a quiet survival skill: reading the governm...

I was asked by my Jesuit mentor Fr. Manny Uy Jr. to help gather one or two inspiring stories from Iloilo that might be useful for a homily at Santa Ma...

Dinagyang has always been the kind of festival you can feel before you see. Still, let us be honest: for many Ilonggos, seeing is part of feeling. Ban...

I have always loved how Dinagyang can make even the most serious Ilonggo smile like a child. The drumbeat enters the chest first before it reaches the...

A week before Dinagyang, the city already changes its posture. Banderitas begin to bloom. Sound systems get tested. Food stalls start rehearsing their...

I have heard worse words shouted in a barangay basketball game over a bad foul, and nobody called it statesmanship; they called it ordinary Saturday. ...

There is a quiet kind of joy in ticking off a full list of government errands in one afternoon. Not because it happens often, but because when it does...