
A bad year for Philippine schools?
The Ateneo group of universities has been having a bad year.
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The Ateneo group of universities has been having a bad year.
In September 21, 2025, the Filipinos across the country rose up to express the strongest indignation against corruption in government.

It was close to noon when a friend of mine was walking home from her restaurant to feed her dogs.

In a witty take on modern lifestyle crazes, this column explores the meteoric rise of pickleball in the Philippines. Blending local humor with personal health reflections, the piece reminds readers that while trendy racket sports are great for fun, sustainable diet habits remain the true foundation of health.

Attempting the routine task of spring cleaning turns into a sharp reflection on modern leadership. From chameleon-like lights that switch colors for survival to invisible bamboo racks carrying real weight, this column examines why we repeatedly mistake rebranded, familiar politics for genuine systemic change.

“You’re so vain / You probably think this song is about you,” goes the Carly Simon classic.

A friend died several weeks ago. At her wake, her youngest brother shared that when she was healthy, they would often find each other awake and online at 3 a.m., exchanging a quiet “Oist, tulog na.”

Two months after the tragic loss of Ateneo players Bobet Baterbonia and Divine Adili in Aurora, sympathizers continue to flock to Talacogon, Agusan del Sur. The tragedy's ripple effects extend across youth basketball transfers, public accountability discussions, and deeper reflections on Davao's political and regional identity.

There are things you learn to tolerate after thirty-four years in the corporate world. Pressure is one of them—pressure from targets, deadlines, clients, and from people several organizational boxes above you who have suddenly discovered that a number on a report is not moving in the preferred direction. These are occupational hazards. You learn to live with them.


Picture a bustling household where Ma and Pa are supposed to oversee the family’s well-being — planning the budget, keeping everyone on track, and occasionally reminding the children that dirty socks do not walk themselves to the laundry basket.

There’s this particular store where I always end up buying something. I’ve even told whoever happens to be the assigned cashier that it should be renamed The Budol Shop.