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𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗡𝗢𝗪 | 𝘾𝙅 𝙏𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙨: 𝙄𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝 𝘾𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙚 𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙋𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 2026

The 𝙇𝙪𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖 - 𝙀𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝘽𝙤𝙖𝙧𝙙 joins CJ Talks with a theme, "One Torch of Truth: UMian Journalism toward Conflict-sensitive and Socially-responsive Reportage." This gathering is officially underway today, July 11, 2026, at New City Hall (Audio-Visual Room 5).

Student journalists, editors, and contributors from different UM branches have come together to stand as one bearer of truth—learning reportage crafts that is ethical, sensitive in times of conflict, and deeply responsive to the needs of our students.

May this event ignite our student journalists commitment to responsible, meaningful, and fearless campus journalism. Let us set ablaze and make the torch burning bright! 🔥✍️

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝑼𝑴𝑻𝑽𝑵𝑩𝑺𝐱𝑳𝑼𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑨
𝑾𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎, 𝒘𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒘𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆.

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✍️: E. Sombilon
📸: P.M. Genita

𝐍𝐚-𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐚 𝐤𝐚? 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡? 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐠𝐚... 𝐬𝐢 𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐂 𝐫𝐚 𝐧𝐢.

𝐆𝐚, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐚 𝐤𝐚?

Nag-study na ba ka o nag-scroll lang gihapon sa epbi? Notes ready na ba ka and well prepared na? Pagdali kay PRELIMS NA?!

Heating up this summer class again kay I challenge napud ang atong brains, ano kaya pa ba? KAYANON JUD AH!

Bitaw, ga. Take this as your sign nga mag-review na. Trust yourself sa mga knowledge na imong na gain, but rest pud kung kinahanglan, ug ayaw ka-pressure kaayo. Also, dont forget to pray! Do your best and give it your all. Good luck sa inyong Preliminary Examinations, UMPCians! ✨💛📚

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝑼𝑴𝑻𝑽𝑵𝑩𝑺𝐱𝑳𝑼𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑨
𝑾𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎, 𝒘𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒘𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆.

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🎨: M. Casa
✍️: Choi

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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙎𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚

Now I know why 𝙋𝙖𝙥𝙖 falls into such quiet after work, his steps heavy, his words few, his gaze distant. There is a kind of exhaustion that words cannot carry—burdens too large, too raw, too heavy to be spoken aloud. He rests in silence not because he has nothing to say, but because some sacrifices are better felt than explained.

Now I finally understand why 𝙈𝙖𝙢𝙖 is always cleaning—polishing every surface, arranging every thing in its place. For sometimes, it is far simpler to bring order to a room than to calm the storms swirling inside her own mind. Her hands stay busy, not just to keep our home neat, but to quiet the worries she never let us see.

And now I see why 𝙋𝙖𝙥𝙖 never asks to wear my medals on graduation day. It is not pride he lacks, but a quiet fear he carries deep inside—fear that his simple clothes and calloused hands will draw unwanted eyes, fear that the world will judge him, and in turn, judge me. He holds back his pride to shield me from mockery, never knowing that his humility shines brighter than any gold, that his name is the greatest honor I will ever carry.

Now it all unfolds why 𝙈𝙖𝙢𝙖 always says she is “already full” every time we sit to eat at Jollibee, her plate barely touched. Because when the budget is stretched thin and every peso counts, she folds her own hunger away like a forgotten blanket. She feeds us until our laughter is loud and our hearts are light, choosing our joy over her own need, turning empty portions into love.

These are the loves that do not shout or demand attention, the kind that speak only through what they do, not what they say. They dwell in the clean floors, the quiet evenings, the half-eaten meals, and the medals kept safe in my hands. They flow like quiet rivers beneath the story of my life, nourishing every part of who I have become.

Now I finally understand that the deepest love does not always need a voice—it lives in every choice they made, the emotions and wants they suppressed, just so I could have more, and worry less.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝑼𝑴𝑻𝑽𝑵𝑩𝑺𝐱𝑳𝑼𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑨
𝑾𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎, 𝒘𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒘𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆.

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✍️: E. Sombilon
🎨: K. Lazaga