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I write to make people feel more themselves and less alone.

poet, Educator, ai adoption researcher

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About me

I write words and build rooms that help people feel seen and heard.

By day I lead GTM and growth at Swarm and manage the Philippine AI Report program. By night I write poems and letters about mental health, womanhood, and staying soft in a hard world. My favorite titles are wife, mom, sister, auntie, and best friend.

And to you reading this: hello, dear friend. Let's wander this thing out together.

Letters, when you need soft words for hard days.

Once a week I send you a letter, a scanned journal spread, a voice note of a poem, or something from the interwebs that made me think of you.

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The Philippine AI Report

I volunteered to write and project-manage this study to answer one question: where is the Philippines at when it comes to adopting AI? 

We surveyed 175 Philippine organizations from across industries. 92% had experimented with AI in some form for the last 12 months. 65% were still stuck at proof of concept. We called it the Pilot Trap. The findings came out in three editions, which differ in depth, scope, and who I had in front of me while writing.

The three editions

Philippine AI Report Executive Brief — cover December 22, 2025

Executive Brief

The condensed version: headline findings, sector benchmarks, and what the numbers mean for a budget decision.

I wrote it for the person who has to defend an AI budget in a board meeting. The executive who are mandated by stakeholders to scale using AI as results multiplier. The department head who has to figure out how to utilize usage. The non-technical lead who has to pilot without in-house AI talent. 

Read the Executive Brief → The Philippine AI Report, 2025 Inaugural Comprehensive Version — cover FEBRUARY 9, 2026

Full Comprehensive Version

All 175 responses, cross-tabs by sector and company size, and the governance and skills findings. We mapped every AI bill filed in Congress and the Senate, and benchmarked the Philippines against its ASEAN neighbors.

I wrote it for the people who inherit the work: the strategy lead, the data team, the transformation manager handed a pilot that stalled two quarters ago. I also thought about the people reading the skills and hiring sections quietly at night because their role is shifting under them. 

Read the Comprehensive Version → Scaling AI Across the Filipino Retail Value Chain — The Philippine AI Report 2025, Retail Edition cover June 1, 2026

Retail Edition

It reads the 2025 findings against Philippine retail as it actually runs, modern trade and traditional trade alike, down to the sari-sari store.

I wrote it for retail operators, the store systems people told to deploy something by Q3, and the partners selling into them. Those who are on the ground with actual lived bottlenecks: where does this pay off in my aisle, my stockroom, my supply chain? 

Read the Retail Edition →

POETRY · 2016 · 2026 EDITION COMING SOON

Manic Pixie Depressive Gremlin

Poems about mental health, film tropes, and the particular loneliness of being cast as somebody else's quirky side character.

I self-published it in 2016 and launched it with my friends from PAEF Fulbright Philippines.

Then I took the poems on the road, reading them out loud in high school auditoriums and university halls. During the pandemic I read them to Rotary clubs and youth leadership conferences, to rooms of young people, mostly girls, who were still working out what the world wanted them to become.

A ten-year anniversary edition is coming. The book has aged into an older sister: someone who has lived through stuff, the one you run to for wisdom, or grace, or comfort.

Manic Pixie Depressive Gremlin, paperback, standing upright: a charcoal drawing of windblown hair and one eye on an off-white cover
2016 FIRST EDITION · OUT OF PRINT

From the book

I have not exhausted you yet. We still have a few poems. You are my riff on repeat, gifting frisson every beat; my spine still knows you by the pitch of your name— breaking like waves on a storm shore. The dunes go dark. The last light seeps into the lungs, the marrow, until I've taken all there is of you. By then I'll be faceless: the starry mirror of the sea.
Don't let the streaks of sunlight bar the door — rise the moment you can form a thought. There is more beyond scrapbook poetry and recycled dreams. Dress yourself in your own shade of brave and step into the open; the witch hunt has long passed. They may have kept the words, but their power to hurt is yours. Close your ears to the catcalls, the shrieking discouragements — you know the ones. You are a castle: impregnable. Only you let down the drawbridge from within. Life is too short for overcompensation. Give yourself to a single task and spark a fire with it — fireworks are merely gunpowder without a lit match. In the chaos of your life's war, bury the parts of you that didn't make it. Splint the broken ones. What's left of you is more than enough now fight

Meet the ten-year edition, when she's ready.

Get notified the moment you can read the 10th anniversary edition online.

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