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๐‚๐Ž๐‹๐”๐Œ๐ | ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐ซ๐ข๐œ๐ž ๐๐ž๐ง๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐žProgress has always been one of humanity's greatest ambitions. We build taller cit...
22/08/2026

๐‚๐Ž๐‹๐”๐Œ๐ | ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐ซ๐ข๐œ๐ž ๐๐ž๐ง๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ž

Progress has always been one of humanity's greatest ambitions. We build taller cities, create smarter machines, and pursue innovations that promise a better future. Yet history reminds us that not every step forward is truly progress. Sometimes, the most dangerous developments are the ones that arrive disguised as opportunities.

The Philippine government has welcomed the United States-led initiative Pax Silica with optimism, seeing it as a chance to strengthen the country's role in Artificial Intelligence (AI) and semiconductor manufacturing. The proposal includes a 1,600-hectare AI-focused industrial hub in New Clark City that is expected to attract investments, generate jobs in AI processing, chip manufacturing and mining, and increase tax revenues. Officials also claim that processing the country's critical minerals locally would allow the Philippines to gain more value from its own resources instead of simply exporting them.

At first glance, these promises are compelling. Every Filipino hopes for an economy that creates quality jobs and can compete on the global stage. Still, development should not be measured only by the wealth it may generate. We must ask what it demands in return, who might be affected, and what kind of future it leaves behind.

AI is often praised for its intelligence, but far less attention is given to what it consumes. Some large facilities use up to five million gallons of water every day just to keep their systems cool. Five million gallonsโ€”a number that is difficult to ignore. In a country where many communities continue to face water shortages, dedicating such a vital resource to power machines raises serious questions about our priorities.

Government agencies have assured the public that the project will rely on rainwater collection, dams, and impounding systems instead of groundwater. These promises are encouraging, but they are just promises. Environmental groups have rightly pointed out that assurances alone are not enough. Before a project of this scale moves forward, Filipinos deserve transparent environmental studies that demonstrateโ€”not simply claimโ€”that local ecosystems and water supplies will remain protected.

There is also the question of the communities that may be affected. Environmental advocates estimate that around 20,000 Aetas and farmers could face displacement, while project officials strongly dispute that figure and insist the land is publicly owned. Regardless of which claim proves accurate, the disagreement itself reveals a troubling lack of clarity. When people's homes, livelihoods, and cultural heritage are involved, development should never outpace transparency.

The economic benefits deserve careful consideration as well. The Bases Conversion and Development Authority (BCDA) says only about 10 farmers would be directly affected and that the project could create around 200 jobs. Those numbers matter, but they do not tell the whole story. Jobs are important, but so are clean rivers, responsible resource management, and public trust. Economic growth means little if it comes at the expense of environmental protection and social justice.

Transparency is another issue that should not be overlooked. The government acknowledged that developers will not pay rent during the project's first two years, explaining that such incentives are common in large-scale investments. That may be true. Even so, whenever public land and public resources are involved, citizens have every right to expect full transparency. Accountability is not a barrier to developmentโ€”it is what gives development its legitimacy.

Questioning this project does not mean rejecting innovation. The Philippines should continue investing in technologies that can strengthen the economy and create opportunities for future generations. But innovation without responsibility is not genuine progress. If technological advancement comes at the cost of environmental sustainability, community welfare, or public accountability, then its benefits become far more difficult to justify.

In the end, a nation's progress should not be measured only by how quickly it embraces new technology, but by how carefully it protects the people and resources that make that progress possible. If Pax Silica cannot guarantee both, then the promise it offers may demand a price that Filipinos should never have to pay.

๐–๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฌ | Mecy Alexis Baltazar
๐‹๐š๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ | Daniel Jade Cabunoc


๐Š๐”๐‡๐€'๐“ ๐Š๐€๐“๐‡๐€ | With the water as their workplace, every trip is a survival to bring something home.๐Ÿ“ธ: Kurt Razel Paragas...
19/08/2026

๐Š๐”๐‡๐€'๐“ ๐Š๐€๐“๐‡๐€ | With the water as their workplace, every trip is a survival to bring something home.

๐Ÿ“ธ: Kurt Razel Paragas


๐Š๐Ž๐Œ๐ˆ๐Š๐€๐‹๐˜๐„ | "Ilang suspension nalang gragraduate na ako"๐Ÿ–Œ๏ธ: Charles Guzman
18/08/2026

๐Š๐Ž๐Œ๐ˆ๐Š๐€๐‹๐˜๐„ | "Ilang suspension nalang gragraduate na ako"

๐Ÿ–Œ๏ธ: Charles Guzman


17/08/2026

๐€๐ƒ๐•๐ˆ๐’๐Ž๐‘๐˜ | ๐€๐”๐†๐”๐’๐“ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ–, ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ”

Pursuant to the directive of University President Dr. Jaime I. Manuel, Jr., and in view of Memorandum Circular No. 128, DMMMSU will implement asynchronous classes and a Work-From-Home (WFH) arrangement on Tuesday, August 18, 2026.

The Midterm Examinations are scheduled on:

August 25, 2026 | Tuesday
August 26, 2026 | Wednesday
August 27, 2026 | Thursday

Students, faculty members, and personnel are advised to take note of these arrangements and monitor official University channels for further announcements.

Please be guided accordingly.

๐ˆ๐๐“๐„๐‘๐’๐„๐‚๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐ ๐—๐•๐ˆ๐ˆ | ๐€ ๐…๐š๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ฒ ๐…๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐š๐ฌ๐ญThe old farmers used to say the sky had a memory. If you watched long enough, you'd...
14/08/2026

๐ˆ๐๐“๐„๐‘๐’๐„๐‚๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐ ๐—๐•๐ˆ๐ˆ | ๐€ ๐…๐š๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ฒ ๐…๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ

The old farmers used to say the sky had a memory. If you watched long enough, you'd know when to sow, when to wait, and when to pray.

Ernesto believed them.

He learned the language of the sky before he learned to write his own name. From a young age, his father taught him to read the clouds, to listen to the wind, and to tell if rain was coming just by the smell of the air.

So every morning, before stepping into his field, Ernesto looked around. He could smell rain hours before it fell, read the wind by the way the leaves turned, and measure tomorrow by the color of dawn.

The clouds were once honest. Dark meant rain, a clear morning meant another day to work, and the wind always kept its word. But now, the sun scorched the seedlings by noon, and storms drowned them before nightfall.

"Bad weather," people sighed.

Ernesto still wanted to believe them, because if the weather was the only thing changing, then perhaps tomorrow would be kinder.

So he planted again. He buried seeds, sweat, and borrowed money, tilling the same soil, hoping that it at least would yield decently.

Lucky for him, the harvest was good this time around. The rice stood tall, heavy with grain. As he walked between the rows, Ernesto ran his hands over the golden stalks and allowed himself something he had almost forgotten. Hope.

For a while, Ernesto thought the worst was over.

Then came the buyers.

Truck after truck carried away the harvest he had spent months growing. When the counting was done, the money left in his hands was barely enough to buy food for his family, yet somehow large enough to keep his debts alive.

That night, rain fell softly on the roof. Ernesto sat by the window and listened. He thought about all the years he had blamed the weather. The rain had destroyed his crops, but it had never decided how much they were worth. The sun had dried the soil, but it had never set the prices. The wind had knocked down the plants, but it had never handed him another loan.

For the first time, Ernesto realized he had been looking at the wrong sky. The storm that emptied his pockets had never fallen from the clouds. It waited in offices where fields were only figures, in signatures that weighed more than sacks of grain, in hands that had never touched the soil yet always claimed the richest harvest.

Morning came, and the rain stopped. The clouds slowly moved away, but the storm Ernesto had finally learned to see did not, because some storms do not fall from the sky. They wear suits, sign papers, and shake hands.

They flood no fields; they simply make sure the farmer drowns first. And unlike rain, they never leave.

Written by Hannah Nabo
Illustrated by Maridy Fontanilla


๐ˆ๐๐“๐„๐‘๐’๐„๐‚๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐ ๐—๐•๐ˆ | ๐Š๐š๐ญ๐š๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐š๐ง ๐ง๐  ๐€๐ ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ, ๐’๐ข๐ฅ๐š๐ค๐›๐จ ๐ง๐  ๐€๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐–๐ข๐ค๐šMay kakaibang daloy ng pighati at luwalhati ang Agosto. H...
08/08/2026

๐ˆ๐๐“๐„๐‘๐’๐„๐‚๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐ ๐—๐•๐ˆ | ๐Š๐š๐ญ๐š๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐š๐ง ๐ง๐  ๐€๐ ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ, ๐’๐ข๐ฅ๐š๐ค๐›๐จ ๐ง๐  ๐€๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐–๐ข๐ค๐š

May kakaibang daloy ng pighati at luwalhati ang Agosto. Hindi dahil sa bango ng mga pamamaalam, kundi dahil sa pagpatak pa lamang ng ulan ay kaagad na sumisibol ang mga nahihimbing na kataga ng wikang Filipino. Ang ginintuang talinghaga ng mga katutubong wika ay muling nagigising sa ating mga dila; sapagkat matagal man nating hindi piniling gamitin, itoโ€™y nananatiling dumadaloy sa ating ugat. Ang buwang ito ay isang marahang kumpasโ€”isang paalala na ang ating sariling wika ay hindi lamang isang anino, kundi isang nag-aalab na apoy na kailanmaโ€™y hindi matutupok ng dantaong sigwa, bagkus ay patuloy na magliliyab sa puso at diwa ng isang lahing pinahahalagahan ito, lumipas man ang panahon.

Taon-taon, muli natin itong ipinagdiriwang; hindi dahil kailangan pa nitong mabuhay, kundi dahil kailangan natin ng paalala na buhay pa ito sa atinโ€”yamang may mga pagdiriwang na gaya ng ulan, dumaraan. Ngunit ang wikang Filipino ay nananatiling nakaugat. Sinalanta man ito ng mga banyagang unos at dantaong bagyo, may mga binhing naitanim sa puso at diwa ng isang lahing patuloy na humihinga. At habang may humihinga, may wikang nabubuhay.

Ngunit bakit kailangang gisingin ang sulo, gayong ang wikang Filipino ang naglayag sa ating mga dila upang pangalanan ang mundo? Lampas sa mga batas ng balarila at laro ng mga talinghagaโ€”unan ito ng ating mga pangarap, silong ng mga pangamba, ang marahang bulong sa ating mga panalangin, ang ritmo ng ating pagsisikap, at ang nagtahi sa atin upang maging isang bayan.

Marahil, ito rin ang dahilan kung bakit ako nagsusulat sa ganitong paraan. Hinahayaan kong magsimula ang bawat kuwento sa mga payak subalit lantay na bagayโ€”isang buwan, isang ulan, isang salita. Kung may estilo man ang aking pagsusulat, marahil ay ang pagpili sa mga larawang hubad sa palamuti upang maipakita ang mga katotohanang matagal na nating nakikita ngunit bihira nating pagnilayan. Sapagkat naniniwala akong ang pinakamatitinding katotohanan ay hindi laging sumisigaw; madalas, marahan lamang itong nagpapaalala, tulad ng pagdating ng Agosto.

At dito higit na nagiging makahulugan ang pagdiriwang ngayong taon. Tayo ngayon ay naninirahan sa dalawang mundoโ€”ang mundong binuo ng ating mga ninuno at ang mundong hinuhubog ng mga malamig na kable at huwad na dila ng makina, patuloy na sinusubok ang tibay ng ating tinig. Narito tayo sa gitna ng isang bago at nagmamadaling sigloโ€”isang baha ng sintetikong liwanag na kayang magbigay ng sagot sa isang iglap, subalit bulag sa kagandahan ng ating mga talinghaga. Sinusubok tayo ng agos: kaya ba nating itawid ang apoy ng wika sa kabilang pampang nang hindi ito namamatay? Sa harap ng mga makinang walang pagod magluwal ng mga salita, ang aking panulat ay pipiliing manatiling tapat sa marahang pintig ng lupaโ€”ang apoy na ito ay hindi nagmula sa kislap ng kuryente; isinilang ito sa pagitan ng mga labi ng mga bayaning nakipagbuno sa dantaong dilim.

Kayang idikta ng makina na ang hiraya ay pag-asa, pangarap, o mithiin. Ngunit ang hiraya ay hindi nagtatapos sa piitan ng isang depinisyon; nabubuhay ito sa bawat dibdib na patuloy na nakikipagbuno, at sa bawat dila na pinipiling bigkasin ang sariling kataga sa gitna ng karaniwang takbo ng buhay. Sapagkat darating at lilipas ang Agosto. Lilikhain muli ang anyo ng daigdig. Uusad ang siglo. Ngunit hangga't may dugong handang yumakap sa ating pinagmulan sa kabila ng mabilis na sayaw ng panahon, ang wika natin ay mananatiling higit pa sa isang palamuti, higit pa sa isang pistaโ€”ito ang ating hininga, ang ating kasaysayan, at ang ating walang-katapusang hiraya.

โ€ŽSapagkat ang wika ay tunay na nabubuhay hindi sa kalendaryo, kundi sa bawat Pilipinong patuloy na pinipiling isabuhay ito.

Written by Liwayway
Illustrated by Stephen Laroya


๐‚๐€๐Œ๐๐”๐’ ๐”๐๐ƒ๐€๐“๐„ | In view of recent class suspensions due to adverse weather conditions and typhoons, DMMMSU has officiall...
07/08/2026

๐‚๐€๐Œ๐๐”๐’ ๐”๐๐ƒ๐€๐“๐„ | In view of recent class suspensions due to adverse weather conditions and typhoons, DMMMSU has officially rescheduled its Midterm Examinations from August 12โ€“14, 2026, to August 18โ€“20, 2026.

According to the signed memorandum, the adjustments were made to provide students and faculty with enough time to complete academic requirements.


๐Š๐Ž๐Œ๐ˆ๐Š๐€๐‹๐˜๐„ | Ay nakalimutan๐Ÿ–Œ๏ธ: Margoux Fronda
07/08/2026

๐Š๐Ž๐Œ๐ˆ๐Š๐€๐‹๐˜๐„ | Ay nakalimutan

๐Ÿ–Œ๏ธ: Margoux Fronda


๐๐ˆ๐๐†๐€๐’ ๐—L | ๐“๐จ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐จ๐ฐ, ๐”๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ž๐๐˜•๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ.๐—ง๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜„, ๐—จ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑThe year...
07/08/2026

๐๐ˆ๐๐†๐€๐’ ๐—L | ๐“๐จ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐จ๐ฐ, ๐”๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ž๐

๐˜•๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ.

๐—ง๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜„, ๐—จ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ

The year now rests in quiet pause,
Its pages worn by time's own hand;
We trace the footprints left behind,

Yet face a still unfolding land.
Some heirs received a house of gold,
With gates unscarred by want or pain;
While others woke to empty bowls,

Where hope was sown through loss and strain.
Still rises one who dares to dreamโ€”
The first to break an ancient chain;
Not born to wealth, but born to prove

That blood need not decide our name.
Yet history circles back again:
The same old names.
The same old thrones.
The same old promises,

Inherited.

And somewhere, where discarded worlds
Lie buried underneath the sky,
A child still gathers broken thingsโ€”
Yet keeps unbroken dreams alive.

The waste we leave is more than trash;
It mirrors all we choose to keep:
The truths ignored,
The cries unheard,
The promises we've lulled to sleep.

So here we stand,

Where past and future gently meet.
One asks us to remember;
The other asksโ€”

Will you repeat?

The years may write our opening lines,
Yet endings need not sound the same;
For roots may shape the soil beneath,
But never where the branches aim.

So let the past remain a lesson,
Never a sentence to outlive.

For tomorrow
was never meant
to be inherited.

๐–๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฌ | Mary Margarette Dulay
๐ˆ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง | Aldrine Bicera


๐๐‘๐„๐€๐Š๐ˆ๐๐† | Due to the Tropical Storm Maymay, with Tropical Cyclone Wind Signal No. 2 remaining in effect over the northe...
05/08/2026

๐๐‘๐„๐€๐Š๐ˆ๐๐† | Due to the Tropical Storm Maymay, with Tropical Cyclone Wind Signal No. 2 remaining in effect over the northern and central portions of La Union, classes at all levels remain suspended on Thursday, August 6, pursuant to Executive Order No. 43 of the Provincial Government of La Union.

Everyone is encouraged to remain vigilant and follow official advisories from PAGASA and the official page of the university for the latest updates.

Stay safe, SLUCians!


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