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Ngayong Kapistahan ng Nuestro Padre Jesus Nazareno, ipinagdiriwang ng mga deboto ang araw ng pananampalataya at debosyon. Isa itong makabuluhang paggunita na patuloy na nagbibigay lakas at pag-asa sa marami.

Enero 9 | Kapistahan ng Nuestro Padre Jesus Nazareno

𝗡𝗘𝗪𝗦 | Arellano University School of Law (AUSL) once again made waves in the national legal arena. On January 7, the Supreme Court released the results of the 2025 Philippine Bar Examinations, and two AUSL graduates ranked among the topnotchers: 𝗔𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗻 𝗟𝗲𝗼 𝗧𝗮𝗯𝘂𝗰𝗼 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻 placed 11th with a 𝟵𝟬.𝟮𝟬% rating, while 𝗥𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗟𝗶𝗽𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗮 𝗣𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗲 secured 17th with an 𝟴𝟵.𝟰𝟭% rating.

This remarkable achievement reflects AUSL’s rigorous legal training and its unwavering commitment to excellence in the study and practice of law.

𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗬𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿!

𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗟 𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗘𝗙𝗦! ⚖️

𝗦𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗲: https://www.facebook.com/share/p/14RGjNaWsYm/

𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐧𝐚! 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔, 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟𝐬! 🎇🎆

Opisyal nang nagtapos ang taon, Chiefs. Nakahanda na ba ang mga New Year’s Resolution niyo? At nakatalon ba ang lahat para tumangkad?🫣 Chiefs, Maligayang Bagong Taon! Habang tumutunog ang orasan sa hatinggabi, unti-unting nagiging makinang na mga alaala ang 2025—isang taon ng paglago at mga sandaling kumikislap sa kani-kanilang paraan. At ngayon, muling nagsisimula ang isang panibagong kuwento sa ating mga buhay. ✨

Habang tinatahak natin ang panibagong taon, maglaan muna tayo ng sandali upang balikan ang mga hindi malilimutang mga alaala, tawanan, at luha na humubog sa atin noong nakaraang taon. Alalahanin natin na ang bawat araw ay isang pagkakataon para magsimulang muli, pahalagahan ang bawat biyayang dala natin, gumawa ng mga positibong pagbabago, at patuloy tayong mangarap. Muling pagbati, Chief! Maligayang Bagong Taon!

𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧 2026!🎊🎉

🎄 𝙈𝙀𝙍𝙍𝙔 𝘾𝙃𝙍𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙈𝘼𝙎, 𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙀𝙁𝙎! ✨

Sa pagdiriwang ng Pasko, nawa’y magsilbi itong sandali ng pahinga at pagninilay para sa bawat isa. Higit pa sa mga ilaw at handaan, ang Pasko ay paalala ng kahalagahan ng pasasalamat, malasakit, at pagkakaisa—mga pagpapahalagang patuloy na nagbubuklod sa atin bilang isang komunidad.

Sa bawat mabuting gawa at taos-pusong ngiti, nawa’y manatiling buhay ang diwa ng Pasko sa ating mga puso. Dalhin natin ang liwanag nito hindi lamang sa araw na ito, kundi sa bawat araw ng darating na taon, bilang mga Chiefs na handang maglingkod at magmahal.

Bilang tinig ng komunidad ng Arellano University, ang 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙙 ay buong pusong nakikiisa at muling bumabati ng isang masaya at mapagpalang “Maligayang Pasko, mga CHIEFS!” 🎄✨

𝟭 𝘿𝘼𝙔 𝙏𝙊 𝙂𝙊, 𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙀𝙁𝙎! 🎄

Habang papalapit ang Pasko, maglaan muna tayo ng sandali para huminto, magpahinga, at magpasalamat. Balikan natin ang mga simpleng bagay na nagbibigay saysay sa bawat araw. Sa huling araw ng paghihintay, nawa'y maging paalala ito na ang tunay na diwa ng Pasko ay makikita sa kusang pagbibigay ng kabutihan.

Mula sa 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙙, opisyal na publikasyon ng Arellano University, sama-sama nating salubungin ang Pasko nang may taos-pusong galak, pagkakaisa, at pag-asang handang yakapin ang isang bagong simula.

𝟮 𝘿𝘼𝙔𝙎 𝙇𝙀𝙁𝙏, 𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙀𝙁𝙎!

Dalawang araw na lang at pasko na! Panahon ito ng pagninilay, pagpapahalaga, at pagtuloy sa mas malinaw na landas. Sa bawat natitirang araw, piliin nating magpamalas ng positibong enerhiya sa labas at loob ng unibersidad

Mula sa 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙙, opisyal na publikasyon ng Arellano University, sama-sama nating salubungin ang Pasko na may bagong lakas at pag-asa.

𝟯 𝗗𝗔𝗬𝗦 𝗟𝗘𝗙𝗧, 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗘𝗙𝗦!

Habang papalapit ang Pasko, damhin natin ang diwa ng pagmamahal, pasasalamat, at pagtulong sa isa’t isa, kahit sa gitna ng stress sa klase, projects, at exams.

Ang tunay na diwa ng Pasko ay hindi nasusukat sa dami ng regalo, kundi sa simpleng kabutihan: isang ngiti, isang mensahe ng pasasalamat, o pagtulong sa kaklase o kaibigan na nangangailangan, sapagkat ang pananampalataya ay nagsisilbing ilaw na gumagabay at nagbibigay inspirasyon sa bawat kilos natin.

Mula sa 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙙, opisyal na publikasyon ng Arellano University, sama-sama nating ipagdiwang ang Pasko bilang isang Tala ng Pag-asa, na nagbibigay liwanag at inspirasyon sa bawat araw ng ating buhay estudyante.

AU BRAVES NAKAMIT ANG ‘1ST RUNNER-UP’ NA TITULO SA NCAA S101 JUNIORS BASKETBALL

Bigo man ang Arellano University Braves na sungkitin ang kampeonato matapos ang kanilang pagkatalo kontra Letran Squires, 88-91, hindi pa rin nagpatinag ang kanilang at nakamit ang 1st runner-up na titulo sa NCAA Season 101 Finals Junior’s Basketball tournament na ginanap sa Araneta Coliseum, ika-13 ng Disyembre.

Bukod dito, nag-uwi rin ng mga parangal ang mga manlalaro ng AU Braves.

• 𝗦𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗙𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗼 - Mythical 5 at Defensive Player of the Year
• 𝗥𝗮𝘆 𝗟𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮: Mythical 5
• 𝗥𝗲𝗻𝘇𝗼 𝗔𝗯𝗶𝗲𝗿𝗮 : Most Improved Player
• 𝗟𝗮𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗣𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮𝘀 : Most Improved Player

Natanggap din ng Arellano Braves ang 𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣 𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗗🔥🩵❤️.

Iskor: 18-17, 34-36, 50-49, 74-74, 88-91.

Ulat ni Lenard Kim Daraug Cortel

𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 | "𝗥𝗲𝗱 𝗕𝗼𝗻𝗴: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗢𝘂𝗿 𝗖𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗘𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗲𝘀."

Did you ever know a place at school where it seems to know you even when you do not even talk?

A location where it can hear you laugh, tell you stories, even when you are quiet? A place that will be like home in the heart of a campus? The Red B**g, which is a basic red-roofed building, is a special place for many students filled with many memories, secrets, and smiles.

The 𝗥𝗲𝗱 𝗕𝗼𝗻𝗴 is not complex to look at initially. It is a tiny place with chairs, tables, and a red roof. However, to students, it is anything but ordinary, it is a way of life. You will always hear the same lines being repeated around: "𝙏𝙖𝙧𝙖, 𝙍𝙚𝙙 𝘽𝙤𝙣𝙜!” or “𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒂, 𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒐!” and of course, the usual reply “𝙎𝙖𝙖𝙣 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙣?” followed by laughter and the answer everyone already knows, “Syempre, sa Red B**g!” It is the place all people go to when they are not in school, when it is raining, or just when they want a place to relax and chat.

The Red B**g is a comfortable and nice place when the sky darkens, and the raindrops begin to fall. The students are rushing under its red roof, laughing off the rain. The rhythm of rain on the roof is combined with the conversations, the music on the phone of one person, and the laughter of a group of people who share some stories. Some remain silent and are contemplating something when the rain comes pouring down, and some take advantage of the situation to talk about their lives, dreams, or heartbreaks. Under this red roof, everything is a bit lighter.

On bright days, the Red B**g is full of life and color. You will find boys and girls eating together, studying together, or just putting their heads on the table to have a nap. One can hear laughter and playful teasing in the air. One may say, “𝙏𝙖𝙧𝙖, 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙮𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙤,” and someone may say, “𝙒𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜, 𝙖𝙮𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣 𝙠𝙤 𝙗𝙪𝙝𝙤𝙠 𝙠𝙤”, little things that one day will turn out to be a big thing. The Red B**g is turned into a symbol of peace, a place where there is stress and joy, where time seems to slow down.

However, the color it provides or the seats it offers are not the only thing that makes the Red B**g special, but the feelings. It has been seen upon by frustration, smiled upon by relief, and by silent sighs of students who are taking a rest in life. It is a silent observer of friendships that develop, relationships that evolve, as well as dreams that are shared. Students arrive and leave every year, but the Red B**g remains, as they see each new group make up their stories under its red roof.

When the students look back at their days at school, years down the line, they will not be thinking about the classrooms or the hallways, but rather the Red B**g. They will not forget how they would say “𝙏𝙖𝙧𝙖, 𝙍𝙚𝙙 𝘽𝙤𝙣𝙜” when they were having a stressful day in life, and how that was the stress-free line. They will always recollect how the Red B**g was not just a place but also a part of them as students.

The next time somebody asks the question, Saan naman? And you respond, “𝙏𝙖𝙧𝙖, 𝙍𝙚𝙙 𝘽𝙤𝙣𝙜”, then keep in mind that it is not all about hanging out. It is about returning home, to the house that had your memories and your laughs and your youth in one red roof that you never forget.

𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗥𝗬 | "𝗖𝗮𝗻 𝗮 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗦𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗮𝘆 𝗪𝗲 𝗦𝗲𝗲 𝗢𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲𝘀?"
𝗕𝘆 𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗠𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮 𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗼
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There was once a time when I was talking with my friends, and someone asked, “𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚?” I listened as they answered, “𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟵,” and my chest seized. 2019. The very word felt like a weight pressing into my ribs, a memory I had tried to bury but that refused to let me go.

It was the year the world I thought I knew became unbearable. Bullying seeped into every corner of my life—whispers about my financial situation, cruel jokes about my face, my body, things I could not control. Laughter cuts deeper than knives. Every insult, every pointed look, every snicker in the hallway felt like another stone on my chest, pressing until I could barely breathe. Even the smallest misstep felt magnified, like the world was waiting for me to fail.

I stopped, not because I wanted to, but I had to. I stepped away from school, from everything I had known, into a silence that was both terrifying and necessary. And in that silence, the weight of being left behind crushed me. I watched people my age using their years as stepping stones—opportunities, laughter, freedom—while I remained trapped, spinning in fear, shame, and doubt. I asked myself, “𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙄 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨?” I cried at five in the morning, stomach growling—not from hunger, but from fear, from knowing the world could be this cruel. My parents were scared to leave me alone in a room, afraid of what might happen, afraid of what I might do to myself. Their worry was a constant reminder of how dark my thoughts had grown, and how fragile I had felt.

Therapy became my only anchor. It was awkward, slow, sometimes painful, but it gave me a way to speak the words I had kept buried. I learned that suffering is not a curse, but a mirror: it forces you to see the raw, broken parts of yourself. Courage is not the absence of fear; it’s deciding, over and over, to take a shaky step forward. Strength is found in whispers, in quiet moments, in claiming your own story when no one else will. I learned to feel my fear and hold it without letting it drown me. I learned that small victories—like answering a question in class, leaving the house without dread, even smiling at my reflection—were monumental acts of survival.

And then, one random Friday, I felt the first light of relief. My mom came to school and quietly whispered, “𝘼𝙣𝙖𝙠, 𝙪𝙬𝙞 𝙣𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙮𝙤. 𝙋𝙖𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙖 𝙠𝙖 𝙣𝙖.” I was juggling school tasks and a part-time job to pay for my final examination, but for the first time in years, I felt the weight lift, just slightly. Every step I took after that, my chest relieved a little more, as if each footfall was shaking off the lingering shadows of fear and exhaustion. Her presence reminded me that love could anchor even the most battered soul.

I remembered that I once promised my mom that I would become an honor student. And honestly, walking away was the most comforting and lightest feeling I had that year. 𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱. Because as I stepped out of that school, I heard the whispers—calling me a failure, saying I had let down the only person who truly believed in me. At that moment, I wondered if I was the problem all along… 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚, 𝙞𝙛 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨, 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙.

And yet, whenever people would tell me that I am beautiful, that I am smart, I always think of her—the child I was in 2019. Because no one would ever say that to her. Remembering her reminds me of how far I’ve come, of the strength it took to survive, and of the person I am becoming.

After that hangout with my friends, I got lost in my own thoughts. Their laughter faded, and memories of those years crashed back—years that carved me, wounded me, and shaped me. I remembered the nights I almost gave up, the mornings I forced myself to stand, and the long, quiet journey of healing. I saw that scared, broken child who never deserved the cruelty, and I realized: that kid deserved the world. And I am thankful I didn’t end my life, because I would have missed the resilience that pulses through me now, the ability to survive, to feel, and to carry my own light into the world.

To everyone going through the same thing I went through back in 2019, I want you to know that it’s okay, that you’ll be okay eventually. You don’t have to carry the weight alone. The fear, the shame, the quiet nights where you feel invisible—they are not the end of your story. Healing is slow, sometimes painful, sometimes almost imperceptible, but every small step forward matters. Every tear, every day you manage to get out of bed, every moment you choose to speak, to reach out, to survive—they are victories. You are not weak for hurting. You are not broken for needing help. And you are not alone. There are people who care, moments that can heal, and a future that can be brighter than you ever imagined. Hold on to that. Trust yourself. You are stronger than you think, and your story is worth living.

But even now, even after survival, even after healing, I find myself looking back on that year of silence–the quiet days that taught me to listen, to see myself with gentleness when no one else could. That silence changed me; it reshaped how I understood what strength truly is.

Yet despite it all, one question lingers, sharp and cold in my chest:

𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝗲𝗹?
Maybe that’s what a 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 truly does—it changes not only the way we see ourselves, but 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙚’𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚.

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𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘌. 𝘙𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘰, 𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳 / 𝘈𝘜𝘈𝘉𝘊
𝘐𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯/𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘑𝘺𝘩𝘳𝘢 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦 𝘊. 𝘉𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘺, 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵 / 𝘈𝘜𝘈𝘉𝘊

AU Braves eke out victory vs MU Red Robins to secure finals berth, 109-107

After two heart stopping overtimes, the Arellano University Braves managed to fire the final shot to edge out the Mapúa University Red Robins, 109-107, and cop their finals ticket after a decade-long drought in the NCAA Season 101 Junior’s Basketball Semifinals Game 3 at Smart Araneta Coliseum, December 7.

Quarter Scores: 22-24, 47-40, 66-65, 93-93, 100-100, 109-107

via Micah Agudo

𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗡𝗢𝗪 | English Week officially kicks off today at Arellano University - Pasig, bringing students together for a day of creative performances, engaging activities, and campus energy.