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Real or artificial? Tech titans declare AI ethics concerns

The biggest tech companies want you to know that they're taking special care to ensure that their use of artificial intelligence to sift through...

Rinsing rice

I fed two takal of rice Into the newly washed pot. Scooped water for rinsing. Fumbled, stirred the seeds Of Tatay’s perspiration. Spilled the milky water. Poured out slowly until...

Play for Goals

Mens sana, in corpore sano. Few Filipino children would know what these words mean, but for good friends Chris Thomas and Quintin Pastrana, it was...

World Cup fever: Field wide open with Germany’s fall

One win and two losses. That was the Germany’s standing after it was eliminated on Day 14 of the World Cup. It was the first...

Football beneath the volcano

Members of the 9th Infantry Division of the Armed Forces of the Philippines (AFP) based in Bicol joined the children in the training, temporarily...

Football for humanity: the life and times of Christopher Thomas

In 1983, Paul McCartney—famous English singer-songwriter and member of the Beatles, acknowledged as the most influential rock band of the 20th century—shot a video...

Memories of the moving finger

I don’t know but I am almost running. My feet seem to drag me, unaware of the puddles scattered here and there like rivulets...

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While I Still Can

Let me, please I beg of you Let me catch the whiff of fresh air Against my cheeks The first ray of sunshine As new day breaks As it kisses the grass Green on my barefoot   Before it filters through The stained glass windows Bearing memories of a blurry past Let me step out into the garden Where...

The Visitor at Dusk

The night still outshone the day when Ms. Angeles, a public school teacher at Sagisag Elementary School, woke up in her bed. The crow of the roosters and the chorus of the crickets were the only noise. In her cabinet hung her uniform and pants on a...

On Womanhood

Being a woman is thrust upon you. You walk under stars and suddenly casually, make a fist in your pocket and hold your key—like a weapon. It is keen awareness of fabric length, and clenched assessment of skin, padlocks, mirrors, stopping cars, of home routes, and drink offers. Being a woman is weighing the chances of a stranger becoming a husband —or...