"I saw Kieffer Alas came out of the water. He was already crying, and I told him to go to the shore. Then I saw EJ Kapihe. He was also crying. He was telling me that Divine is gone." 😭
🎙️: “You didn’t even preventively suspend Tab Baldwin and the other coaches. Kung kami ’yun [teaching staff], ginawa niyo agad yun.”
That woman is Carmel Abao, faculty member of the 🦅Ateneo Political Science Department, she raised the real questions and spoke on behalf of many in the room.
REMEMBER👏HER 👏NAME.
People are having to raise funds because Divine’s family can’t afford to fly to the Philippines for his wake. Why isn’t Ateneo covering their airfare and accommodations?
This school is honestly disappointing me more each day.
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If that presscon happened the day after the incident or even that very same day baka hinde ganito kalala ang inabot na bashing ng Ateneo. Fire your PR Ateneo. Ang lala! Jusko wala ba ni isa sa inyo alam ang Crisis Management. Nkklk.
Grabe no, You don't have to know someone personally para ma-touch ka sa kabutihan niya 🥹 Kapag genuine talaga 'yung puso ng isang tao, tatatak at tatatak siya sa puso ng marami. That's the kind of legacy that never fades.
Dong bobet palangga kaayo ka namo. Kani taga san franz, agusan del sur ni sugod 4-5pm pa ang uban nag hulat saimo 😢 this was supposedly your home coming from uaap dong but sige lang naa justice nimog makuha puhon. Ayo2 kung asa ka karon 😣 #JusticeForReneClertBaterbonia
It’s past midnight, and once again, I find myself crying over Bobet.
To be honest, I don’t even know how to explain it. I never met him. He didn’t know who I was, and I was never part of his life in any way. Yet for the past few days, I’ve been carrying this heaviness in my heart that I can’t seem to shake.
Part of me keeps asking why I’m taking this so hard. Why does his death affect me this much when we were complete strangers?
Maybe it’s because the more I learn about him, the more heartbreaking it becomes.
Every story people share about him paints the same picture: he was kind, thoughtful, and deeply loved. He wasn’t asking for much from life. He simply wanted a chance to build a better future for himself and the people he cared about.
And that’s what hurts.
It’s the thought of everything that could have been.
The dreams he hadn’t reached yet. The life he was still supposed to live. The memories he was still supposed to make.
He was so young, and he had so much ahead of him. It feels like his story was cut short long before it was meant to end.
I think that’s why I can’t stop grieving him. It’s not just the loss of his life that breaks my heart, but the future he never got the chance to have.
The only comfort I can find is believing that God welcomed him home and that he’s now in a place far kinder than this world can sometimes be.
I know it probably sounds strange to grieve this deeply for someone I’ve never met. But grief doesn’t always make sense. Sometimes a person touches your heart through their story alone.
The closest way I can describe it is this: it feels like mourning a younger brother I never had the chance to meet.
Rest easy, Bobet. You were gone far too soon, but you will be remembered by far more people than you ever knew. 🤍