You Start to Notice It Everywhere You can’t unsee it once it clicks. You scroll through social media and it’s the same highlight reel: designer bags, luxury holidays, flashy cars, “soft life” aesthetics funded by credit cards and quiet anxiety. You catch yourself comparing—Am I behind? Should I be doing more? Earning more? Looking richer? And that’s when it hits you: somewhere along the line, money stopped being a tool and started becoming a personality. You notice how quickly people ask, “What do you do?” and how slowly they ask, “How are you, really?” You notice how admiration now comes with conditions—how useful you are, how successful you look, how much value you can offer on paper. And you start wondering when depth became inconvenient. Relationships Feel More Like Transactions You feel it in conversations. The subtle measuring. The quiet flexing. The way people listen just long enough to talk about themselves again. You realise some people don’t actually want connection—they want proximity to success. They want networking disguised as friendship. They want to know what you can do for them before they care about who you are. You’ve seen people drift away when you’re struggling. You’ve seen enthusiasm drop when you’re not “useful.” You’ve felt the awkward pause when you admit you’re tired instead of thriving. And deep down, you know: if you weren’t producing, earning, or impressing, some of these connections wouldn’t survive. That’s a heavy thing to carry, even when no one says it out loud. Even Worth Has a Price Tag Now You’re taught—quietly, constantly—that your worth is tied to your output. If you’re busy, you’re important. If you’re rich, you’re respected. If you’re struggling, you’re invisible. Rest looks lazy. Simplicity looks like failure. Contentment looks suspicious. You start apologising for not wanting more. You feel strange saying you’re happy with “enough.” You feel pressure to upgrade everything—your phone, your lifestyle, your dreams—just to stay relevant. And the wild part? Half the people chasing “more” don’t even know what they’re running from. Shallow Doesn’t Mean Evil—Just Lost Here’s the thing you don’t say enough: most people aren’t shallow because they’re bad. They’re shallow because they’re scared. Scared of being ordinary. Scared of being left behind. Scared of slowing down and realising they don’t actually like the life they’re chasing. So they cling to money. Status. Aesthetic success. It’s easier to count numbers than sit with emotions. It’s easier to buy things than face emptiness. Depth requires time. Stillness. Vulnerability. And those don’t trend well. You Crave Something Real (Even If You Don’t Say It) You don’t want a life that looks rich and feels empty. You want conversations that don’t revolve around money, but meaning. You want friendships that don’t disappear when things get hard. You want to be valued for your kindness, your loyalty, your presence—not your productivity. You want to laugh without checking your phone. You want to be honest without feeling like you’re “falling behind.” You want to live, not perform. And maybe that makes you feel a little out of place lately. So You Start Choosing Differently You begin to notice who stays when there’s nothing to gain. You start appreciating people who listen without waiting to speak. You stop chasing approval from people who only respect numbers. You learn that depth is rare—and that’s why it’s valuable. You realise money matters, yes. Stability matters. Security matters. But when money becomes the only measure, everything else starts to rot: empathy, patience, love, community. And you quietly decide you don’t want to rot with it. A Quiet Reminder You Share With Friends You tell your friends this—not dramatically, not bitterly—but honestly: It’s okay to want more, but don’t let it cost you your soul. It’s okay to chase success, but not at the expense of compassion. It’s okay to step off the hamster wheel and choose depth in a shallow world. Because long after the flexes fade and the numbers change, what lasts is how you treated people—and how deeply you lived. And if that makes you “different” nowadays? Good.

You don’t want to admit it, but you’ve done toxic things. Yeah, you. The same you who shares inspirational quotes every Monday morning. The same you who swears you “cuts off toxicity.” The same you who thinks you’re the calm one in the group chat. Don’t worry—I’m not calling you out. I’m calling all of us out. Because here’s the truth you already know but rarely say out loud: Every single one of us is toxic, narcissistic, manipulative… just in different flavors and intensities. Before you clutch your imaginary pearls, listen. You weren’t born as an emotionally enlightened saint. None of us were. We all came into this world wired for survival, attention, and connection—three things that naturally twist into messy behaviors from time to time. And you’ve shown all of them. I promise, you have. You’ve Been Toxic Without Even Realizing It Think about the last time you did something like: got annoyed because someone didn’t text you back fast enough gave the silent treatment just to make your point stronger got jealous and masked it as “concern” played the victim because it was easier than admitting you messed up See? That’s toxicity, but with a cute outfit on. You’re not always the villain, of course. But you’re not the hero either. You’re just human—full of contradictions, emotional reflexes, and a brain that occasionally goes, “Let’s self-sabotage! For fun!” A Little Narcissism? You Have It. Don’t panic. I don’t mean the clinical kind. I mean the everyday narcissism we all walk around with: You love being right. You secretly want validation even when you pretend you don’t. You rehearse arguments in your head where you win effortlessly. You get low-key irritated when someone doesn’t appreciate your effort enough. Congratulations: that’s mild narcissism. And it’s totally normal. Humans need a certain level of self-focus to survive. If your ancestors didn’t think “Hmm, I deserve food today,” you wouldn’t be here. Manipulative? Oh, You Absolutely Are Not because you’re evil—but because you’re human and communication is messy. You manipulate in tiny ways without even noticing: choosing your words to get the reaction you want telling a story dramatically to gain sympathy acting extra sweet because you need a favor hiding the truth because “it’s just easier that way” You don’t do it because you’re a bad person. You do it because we are social creatures trying to navigate life without constantly disappointing or confronting each other. And sometimes, manipulation is just a clumsy way of trying to be understood or loved. The Difference Isn’t If We’re Toxic—It’s How Here’s where it gets interesting: Everyone has toxic traits, but we don’t all express them the same way. Some people let their toxicity leak out like a slow drip—barely noticeable unless you pay attention. Others explode dramatically, like a telenovela villain who hasn’t taken their afternoon nap. Some people weaponize silence. Some weaponize words. Some weaponize tears. Some weaponize logic. We all have our style. The real difference is awareness. Toxicity becomes dangerous when you stop recognizing it in yourself. So What Do You Do With All This? You don’t cancel yourself. You don’t spiral or self-diagnose. You simply acknowledge: “Hey, I’m not perfect. I have edges. But I’m trying.” That’s how growth starts—not from pretending you’re flawless, but from owning the uncomfortable truth that you’re capable of both harm and healing. When you understand your own toxicity, you become less judgmental of others. You start communicating instead of assuming. You apologize faster, listen deeper, pause longer. You stop trying to be the “good person” in the story and start trying to be a real one. And honestly? That’s way more beautiful.

2026 Is Coming… So let me say this to you, friend—2026 is knocking. Not politely either. It’s standing there like, “Are you finally ready, or are you bringing the same old baggage again?” Before you open that door, do a few things. Actually, do them intentionally. DELETE Negative people. Not everyone deserves access to your energy anymore. Some people only show up to drain, doubt, and discourage you. You don’t need to explain yourself. You don’t need a dramatic goodbye. Just quietly remove them from your daily life like an app that keeps crashing your system. Peace is more important than being liked. FORGET Your past—at least the version of it that keeps punishing you. Yes, it happened. Yes, it hurt. But you don’t need to replay the same scenes every night like a broken movie. The past is a place to learn from, not a place to live in. You are not required to carry yesterday into a brand-new year. ACCEPT Your mistakes. Listen—mistakes don’t mean you failed. They mean you tried. They mean you were human. Own them without shame. Growth starts the moment you stop pretending you were perfect and start respecting how far you’ve come. You did the best you could with what you knew back then. That counts. And then… RESTART. Not a soft reset. A real one. New mindset. New boundaries. New standards. New courage. Restart your life like someone who finally understands their worth. Like someone who’s tired of surviving and ready to live. Like someone who knows that peace, discipline, and self-respect are the real glow-up. 2026 isn’t asking you to be flawless. It’s asking you to be braver. To choose yourself more. To stop settling. To stop waiting for “someday.” So tell me—what are you leaving behind when the clock strikes midnight? Because this time, you’re not starting over as the same person. You’re starting over wiser.

You scroll through your feed—just for a minute, you tell yourself. But you know how it goes. One minute turns into ten, then suddenly an hour disappears, and you’ve fallen into a rabbit hole of posts, screenshots, conspiracy threads, and “breaking updates” from pages you’ve never even heard of. And here’s the wild part: half the time, you don’t even know which parts are true. If you’ve ever felt that, trust me—you’re not alone. You live in a time where fake news spreads faster than real news. People don’t fact-check anymore; they react. A headline doesn’t even need to make sense. As long as it's dramatic, emotional, or shocking, people hit “share” like it’s some kind of reflex. And on the other side of those posts? Not always innocent people having fun online. Sometimes it’s trolls. Sometimes it’s people with agendas. Sometimes it’s… well, let’s just call them what they are: the dirty hands of those who benefit from keeping you confused. You see it all around—manipulation dressed as information. Politicians who twist narratives. Groups who create drama out of thin air. People who pretend to be “concerned citizens” but are actually paid to mislead. It’s dirty, chaotic, and honestly… exhausting. And the saddest part? Many people you know—friends, relatives, even smart people—fall for it. You’ve probably tried to warn someone before. You message a friend saying, “Hey, that article is fake.” But then they respond with, “A lot of people shared it, so it must be true.” And you just sit there, staring at the screen, wondering how many more lies are circulating in everyone’s feeds. But here’s the thing: you don’t have to fall for any of it. You can choose to pause. To question. To check where the information came from before letting it shape your beliefs. You can choose to be the friend who doesn’t instantly rage-share. The one who doesn’t fall for clickbait. The one who thinks before reacting. Because in a world full of noise, your clarity is power. And honestly? Your friends need someone like you—someone who isn’t afraid to look deeper, think harder, and see beyond the manipulation. If fake news is the disease infecting social media, then awareness is the cure. And awareness starts with you. So the next time something pops up on your feed that seems too wild, too emotional, or too perfectly designed to make you angry… Pause. Breathe. Double-check. You’re smarter than the lies. And you deserve better than the chaos they create.

Let’s be real for a second: there is absolutely no reason why work should be harming you. None. Not one. Yet here you are, dragging yourself into another day, feeling that familiar pinch of tension behind your eyes or that tightness in your chest the moment you open your inbox. And you wonder, Is it just me? Am I being dramatic? It’s not you. And no, you’re not being dramatic. Somewhere along the way, society sold us the ridiculous idea that burnout, anxiety, fear, and emotional exhaustion are just part of “adulting.” Like it’s some badge of honor to suffer your way through making a living. As if you’re supposed to sacrifice your wellbeing simply because you clock in. But let me tell you something you need to hear clearly: Work should never feel like a threat. Not to your mind, not to your spirit, and definitely not to your health. Imagine walking into a job where you don’t have to mentally rehearse conversations before speaking up. A place where your ideas aren’t dismissed, your boundaries aren’t questioned, and your humanity isn’t optional. Imagine starting your day without that little spike of cortisol the minute your phone buzzes with a work notification. Feels unreal, right? But it shouldn’t. You know how you talk to your friends about relationships? You say things like, “If they make you feel constantly stressed, unsafe, or unappreciated, that’s not love—that’s a problem.” Well, newsflash: work is a relationship too . Your job should respect you. Your job should challenge you, not damage you. Your job should provide stability, not emotional landmines. Your job should help you grow, not shrink. And before someone jumps out of the bushes with the classic “But that’s just how the real world works,” let me gently remind you: the “real world” was built by people. Which means it can be changed by people. Which means you don’t have to settle for environments that drain the life out of you. You’re allowed to expect more. Demand more. Seek more. Because here’s the truth you might have forgotten somewhere between deadlines and trying not to fall apart: You’re a human being first. A worker second. Your worth is not defined by productivity charts or performance reviews. Your value doesn’t go down when you’re overwhelmed. You don’t become replaceable just because someone above you has forgotten how to lead with empathy. You deserve peace. You deserve a job that doesn’t hijack your nervous system. You deserve a life where making a living doesn’t cost you your inner calm. So the next time you find yourself swallowing stress like it’s part of the job description, I hope you pause and remember: There is zero reason—none—why work should harm you. And if it is? That’s your sign that something needs to change. Not you, but the environment you’re in. Because you deserve to earn a living without losing yourself.

Hey, can I just get real with you for a second? Have you noticed how lying has become… almost effortless for people nowadays? Like, it’s no longer this heavy, shameful thing people try to hide—they just toss it out there, neat and casual, as if it’s nothing, as if the truth was never even an option. You’d think with all the information at our fingertips, honesty would be more common. But nope. Somehow, some people have mastered the art of bending reality to suit their needs—and they do it so smoothly, you almost feel silly for trusting your own instincts. You meet someone, they smile, they nod, they agree with your every word, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you sense… wait, this doesn’t add up. And sure enough, later, you find out it was all smoke and mirrors. What blows my mind is how unapologetic it’s become. It’s like lying has become a currency, and the richer you are in deception, the more doors you can open. People lie to climb, to impress, to avoid, to manipulate—and somehow, the world seems to bend around it. Meanwhile, if you even stretch the truth a tiny bit, suddenly you’re “untrustworthy.” Hypocrisy is running the show, and you’re left wondering if honesty even matters anymore. And here’s the kicker—you start second-guessing yourself. You wonder if your instincts are off, if maybe you’re too naive, too rigid, too… honest. It’s exhausting, really, trying to navigate a world where the truth is negotiable and people’s smiles might just be a mask for convenience. But here’s the thing I’ve realized: recognizing it is power. You can’t control how easily others lie, but you can control how you react. You can choose to protect your truth, your integrity, your sanity, and maybe even start seeing the patterns in the chaos. It doesn’t make you bitter—it makes you awake. And honestly? There’s a kind of quiet thrill in knowing you see through the smoke while everyone else is distracted by the glitter. So, next time someone spins their story too neatly, or when their words sound just a little too convenient, remember—you’re not crazy. You’re just awake in a world that’s asleep to honesty. And maybe, just maybe, being honest in a world full of casual liars is the bravest move you can make.

You know that quiet tug-of-war happening in your head every morning? The one where one side whispers, “Choose peace,” and the other side yells, “But rent is due.”So you roll out of bed, pep-talk yourself like a motivational speaker who hasn’t been paid yet, and march into another day because bills don’t accept rain checks and responsibilities rarely take holidays. But there’s a tiny truth living behind your eyebags: you’re exhausted. Not the cute, “I need a latte” kind. More like the “I need a new life and maybe a nap that lasts until next Tuesday” kind. You want a long, luxurious breath that doesn’t come with guilt attached, like a subscription you forgot to cancel. And the funny part? You’re not alone. Half the workforce is operating on caffeine, prayer, and the sheer fear of checking their bank balance. We’re all dodging burnout like it’s a flying shoe. Then there’s you, standing at your job like:Half of you: “Resign. Choose peace. Be a free-range human.”Other half of you: “Relax. Unemployment is not a hobby.” One day, though, you’ll find enough courage to choose whatever gives your soul a chair and lets it sit down properly. Until then, you wake up, show up, and carry on like the low-key hero you are… preferably with snacks in your bag, because emotional resilience is easier when you’re not hungry.

Listen, friend — life is hard. Like, really hard. Some days, you wake up feeling like a champ, ready to conquer the world. And other days… you wake up looking like a crumpled tissue that life sneezed into and tossed aside. But hey — that’s the beauty of it! You’re still here, breathing, blinking, and maybe even making coffee instead of crying into it. Progress! Let’s be honest — life doesn’t come with an instruction manual. If it did, it’d probably just say: “Good luck, champ.” You’re out here trying to pay bills, keep your mental health from running away, and act like you know what you’re doing — all while pretending you’re not Googling “how to feel okay again” for the 73rd time this week. But here’s the thing — even when life took an unexpected turn, you’ve got to keep holding on. Maybe not gracefully, maybe not even with both hands. Sometimes you’re dangling from life’s cliff by a single, trembling pinky finger, whispering “Lord, please.” That’s okay! Hold on anyway. Because the truth is, no storm lasts forever. It just feels like it when you’re drenched, cold, and regretting every decision that led you to this point. Keep the faith, my friend. Even if your faith is currently smaller than the WiFi signal in your house when you really need it. Hope for the best — and if “the best” takes too long, hope for snacks, hope for a nap, hope for a funny meme to remind you that you’re not alone in this chaos. Life will test you. It’ll poke your patience, punch your plans, and sometimes snatch your peace like a seagull stealing chips at the beach. But the fact that you’re still reading this means you haven’t given up. You’ve survived every bad day so far — 100% success rate, my friend. That’s elite-level survival. So yeah, life’s tough. But you? You’re tougher. Every time life tried to knock you down, you stood up, wiped your tears (and possibly some snack crumbs), and said, “Not today, Satan.” You didn’t just survive—you adapted, evolved, and probably learned to laugh at the madness. Because if you don’t laugh, you’ll cry… and honestly, we’re running low on tissues. You kept the faith even when things didn’t make sense. You hoped for the best even when “the best” felt like it got lost in traffic. You held on when your grip was slipping, clinging to your sanity like a tarsier on a tree branch in a windstorm. And you know what? That’s strength. Not the gym kind—this is soul-level, battle-hardened, “I’ve-seen-some-things” strength. The truth is, life didn’t break you. Oh, it tried. It came in swinging. But instead of shattering, you leveled up. You became wiser, sassier, and slightly more unbothered by nonsense. You’ve earned your scars and your sarcasm. You’re basically the human version of a well-loved mug: a few cracks, but still holding everything together like a champ. So, here’s to you—the warrior with WiFi, caffeine, and a questionable sleep schedule. Keep going. Keep laughing. Keep holding on. Because one day you’ll look back and realize that all those chaotic chapters made you into the masterpiece you are today.

If you constantly give—your time, energy, health, or peace—you need to hear this: giving everything doesn’t always earn respect or gratitude. People often take what you offer for granted. Many will use you and then move on. Everyone is disposable after they’ve taken what they need. It hurts. It frustrates. It can make you feel invisible, undervalued, even replaceable. But this isn’t a sign to keep sacrificing yourself—it’s a signal to change how you operate. Here’s how you can overcome it: Set boundaries – Decide what you will and won’t do for others. Saying “no” isn’t selfish; it’s essential. Protect your health and time – Don’t give so much that you break yourself. Your energy is a limited resource. Guard it. Recognize your worth – Your value isn’t measured by how much you give, but by how well you care for yourself. Choose who deserves you – Some people will appreciate you. Some will discard you. Learn to invest in the former, release the latter. Build yourself first – Prioritize rest, growth, and healing. Only then can you give without losing yourself. Remember: protecting yourself doesn’t make you cold—it makes you wise. Stop giving blindly. Start giving intentionally. Respect yourself enough to refuse being disposable. When you do, you’ll find freedom, balance, and people who actually see your worth.

Let’s face it—you’re an animal. Don’t be offended. You might wear deodorant and own an IKEA lamp, but under the surface, you’re just a slightly nervous primate who figured out how to use Google Maps. The raccoon digging in your bin at 3 a.m.? Same energy, just less debt. We humans love to pretend we’re noble, selfless creatures. Ha! Deep down, you’re motivated by one thing: gains. Not wisdom, not enlightenment, not “the greater good.” Nope. Straight-up, “what’s in it for me?” Think about it: A squirrel doesn’t collect nuts because it enjoys the vibe of autumn. It’s stockpiling like a paranoid prepper. A cat doesn’t rub against you because it loves you. It’s running a psychological operation to secure more kibble. And you? You don’t go to work every morning because “you love contributing to society.” You go because that sweet, sweet paycheck keeps your Netflix subscription alive. You Only Help Because You’re Scoring Points Here’s the brutal truth: people don’t help out of pure kindness. They help because it makes them look good. You don’t donate to charity because you’re losing sleep over penguins. You do it so you can announce, “I care about penguins,” and bask in the warm glow of moral superiority. It’s image management. Social currency. A dopamine receipt. Take away the gains—the praise, the likes, the feel-good rush—and suddenly everyone’s “too busy” to help. If kindness came with zero credit, most people wouldn’t lift a single saintly finger. We’re not saints—we’re bargain hunters looking for the best emotional cashback program. Pavlov Would Be Proud You’re basically a golden retriever with a LinkedIn profile. Ding! A notification. Ding! A compliment. Ding! Your boss waves a tiny bonus at you. Without those dings, you’d still be in bed wrapped like a spring roll, ignoring society. And don’t pretend you hit the gym for health. Health is just the cover story. You’re there for the abs, the likes, and the “Wow, you look great!” dopamine buffet. Without the gains, you’d be watching Netflix and calling the walk to the fridge “cardio.” Here’s the hack: stop pretending you’re altruistic, noble, or powered by pure goodness. Own your inner raccoon. Admit you want the gain—whether it’s money, validation, likes, abs, or clout. The world runs on selfish kindness. And honestly? That’s fine. It works. Your fake-good-deed gains still produce real benefits. The orphan still gets food. The penguin still gets saved. You still get to post about it. Everyone wins. So yeah, people only help because they gain. Remove the gain, and watch how fast “kindness” evaporates. But at least we’re all funny about it—Wi-Fi-dependent, caffeine-fueled, ego-polishing animals trying to look holy while chasing snacks. And let’s be real: that raccoon in the bin? He’s more honest than you are. SAD but True.

Listen. I woke up last week thinking life was fine. Birds were chirping, coffee tasted like hope, and I had this one person I thought was practically the human equivalent of warm bread—soft, trustworthy, comforting. Turns out they were sourdough. And not the cute, artisan kind. The kind that attacks your intestines. While I was out here enjoying life as if we were best friends in a shampoo commercial, this person was secretly casting for Betrayal: The Musical—with my spine as the main prop. Here’s how it went down: I find out, casually, like someone telling me the weather forecast. No drama, no thunder in the background, no ominous crow cawing on a fence post. Just a random person going, “Oh yeah, you didn’t hear? They’ve been talking about you.” I swear my soul left my body, grabbed popcorn, and came back like, “Oh, this I gotta see.” Now every nice thing they ever did suddenly feels suspicious. The time they brought me coffee? Probably laced with bad vibes. That one time they said, “Don’t worry, I got your back”? Oh honey, yes. With a knife set from the Deluxe Betrayal Collection™. The compliments? Just verbal anesthesia before the surgery of deceit. And the way it hits you… whew. It’s like finding out your emotional support puppy has been working part-time as a wolf. Here I was defending them like a loyal Golden Retriever while they were busy plotting like a raccoon with a Wi-Fi connection. But you know what? I’ve decided to thank them. Truly. Because now I don’t waste my time handing out VIP passes to my peace of mind like it’s a theme park. Lesson learned: not everyone smiling at you is on your side—sometimes they’re just checking your back for open stabbing slots. So yeah, cheers to new beginnings. I’m off to build a fence around my trust issues, maybe install a security system, possibly hire a bouncer.

Picture this: you’re in the only Christian nation in Asia. Crosses on every wall, Bible verses on every tricycle, rosaries hanging from every rear-view mirror. You can’t walk five steps without bumping into Jesus, Mary, and Joseph in full technicolor glory. It’s like Vatican City… if Vatican City had traffic jams, karaoke at 2 a.m., and politicians who could quote Scripture faster than you can say “Amen.” And yet—oh, the irony—you can’t trust half the people quoting those verses. Because here, faith isn’t a lifestyle. It’s a costume. A holy fashion statement. Everyone’s in the parade, but nobody’s marching in the right direction. Welcome to the Holy Land of Contradictions Here, the Ten Commandments are less “rules to live by” and more “helpful suggestions,” like “eat your veggies” or “call your mom.” People will gossip about you after Mass… on church steps… while clutching their prayer books. Auntie Marites isn’t just spreading rumors; she’s practically live-streaming them for the Holy Spirit. Here, Jesus isn’t so much a savior as He is branding. Like a spiritual Nike logo: Just Pray It. People pray the rosary while cutting in line at Mang Inasal. Politicians? Oh, they love Jesus too. They’ll raise their hands in prayer rallies, tears flowing, promising to end corruption… right before signing a deal so shady it needs its own confession booth. Every crook has a Bible verse ready, like it’s a Pokémon card they keep in their back pocket: “Ah yes, John 3:16… I choose you!” Faith as Performance Art Here’s the thing: religion here isn’t really religion. It’s theater. You’re not just watching Mass—you’re watching showbiz for the soul. People don’t go to church for salvation; they go to check if Sister Linda finally wore the same dress twice. We’ve got the props: giant crucifixes, life-sized statues, entire streets shut down for processions. We’ve got the soundtrack: bells ringing, choirs singing, preachers yelling like they’re auditioning for “The Voice: Divine Edition.” And the twist? After the standing ovation, everyone goes back to cutting corners, telling lies, and promising to “change tomorrow”—like a spiritual version of New Year’s resolutions nobody keeps. Waiting for the Second Coming… and the Next Election The funniest part? Everyone’s waiting for Jesus to return like He’s some cosmic janitor who’ll come clean up the mess we made. “Any day now,” people say, as if He’s just stuck in traffic somewhere between Heaven and EDSA. Preferably, though, He’ll show up before the next election—because nothing says “Lord, save us” like a ballot full of last names you’ve been seeing since 1972. So why is the only Christian nation in Asia full of cheaters, liars, hypocrites, and crooks? Because here, faith isn’t about following Christ. It’s about borrowing His name for the program title while the cast does whatever it wants backstage. It’s religion as performance art—and the audience? That’s you, me, and everyone else, laughing nervously while waiting for the curtains to finally close.