“I miss my dad, but I also wish he didn’t treat life like a group project he stopped showing up to. Still love you, though.” Okay, let’s be real. I miss my dad. A lot.Sometimes randomly — like when I eat sinigang that actually tastes right, or when I hear a corny dad joke and go, “He would’ve loved that.”

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During a study break — between subnetting practice and scripting firewall rules (because, yes, I’m trying to become a network and cybersecurity engineer) — I ended up scrolling through old photos of the Philippines. Escolta in its prime. Manila with actual public transport that worked. Filipinos dressed sharp, moving with purpose. It didn’t just feel nostalgic — it felt tragic.

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Because textbooks speak fluent Martian and I prefer human. Here’s the deal: every time I take on a new topic—networking, cybersecurity, Python, how to survive a data analysis without summoning demons—I do something that feels almost rebellious. I buy a For Dummies book.Yes, on purpose. Not because I think I’m dumb. Not because I collect yellow covers like Pokémon cards.

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Today, I had the unexpected honor of stepping into a very important role: official security badge photographer. That’s right—armed with a camera (and questionable lighting), I was responsible for capturing everyone’s most professional, camera-ready selves… or at least trying to. Let me just say, people react very differently when they know their face is going to live on a badge

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Let me get this out of the way: yes, I know we’re living in the Age of AI. Machines are writing essays, generating art, chatting like therapists, and possibly plotting to take over your job while pretending to be helpful productivity tools. Meanwhile, “the cloud” isn’t just where your embarrassing high school photos live—it’s where your entire business infrastructure has

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Act I: The SummoningIt begins, as always, with the sacred chant:“Hello? Can you hear me?”Silence.Then—“YOU’RE ON MUTE!”The ancient curse strikes again. Act II: The Glitch GremlinsFaces freeze mid-blink. Voices go robotic.Someone’s echoing like they’re calling in from the Mariana Trench.Meanwhile, someone’s pet walks across the keyboard and somehow shares their screen and opens 37 tabs. Act III: The Descent into

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