Late at night, when the world is finally quiet, the weight of missed chances settles on my chest— a slow-burn ache, like a bulb dying after years of strain, fading into a darkness I never thought I’d face.

It’s been four years since we first spoke. Three since we last met. It's been two weeks since we last spoke. One night, since I couldn’t keep you off my mind. I think about the first time we spoke over text. My heart was pounding out of my chest, just trying to say hello. It was almost as if my body knew what you would mean to me.

“Okay Class, turn your papers in.” It’s already 9 in the evening, and this is the last meeting for the class. One final reach of the semester, and it is done; we become free to do whatever we want. The pressure of deadlines is gone, and one can spend time with their friends and family once again. Right?

Begin by identifying what you can afford to lose. Start with the soft things — sleep, serenity, the small slices of sweetness that once made your days feel breathable. These are the easiest offerings, pliant as fruit left too long in the sun. They slip from your grasp without protest, and you convince yourself their absence is proof of progress. Loss becomes your liturgy; sacrifice your silent rite.

I have a confession—Mapúa Makati wasn’t my first choice. Some days, regret hits me like static across a screen. The last class ends, the hallways grow quiet, and I feel the weight of my own decision pressing down on my chest. I wasn’t forced here. I chose Mapúa myself. I turned away from Saint Benilde. And yet… I can’t help asking: Why did I settle?

There’s a particular hour where the atmosphere is uneasy, and a cold chill breeze sweeps throughout the campus; usually, that’s when the ghosts come out. It shadows everyone. It walks with me in and out of classes on the same path I’ve taken a hundred times. I have been accustomed to this kind of ghost. I sense it in the eyes of strangers and friends.

Within the halls of red and gold, the sun sets with bursting colors. You can’t help but look around you and see all the hues start to blur. Where the Cardinal flies freely, an archer’s arrow blazes past. The eagle’s cries are loud and clear; tigers roar and sunflowers bloom

Madalang lang kitang maisip bandang ala-una Kumakain kasi ako no'n, lunch kasama tropa Pag alas dos naman, balik gawain na Susulat ng report, o babalik sa Mapúa.

They say Mapúa shapes strong people, but no one warns you that strength starts with breaking. Walking in a campus full of students who seem so sure, I’m left facing the question that cuts the deepest, “Am I really surviving… or am I just barely holding myself together?”

I was, frankly, having a terrible day. I pulled an all-nighter to finish an assignment, fell asleep around 4 in the morning, and ended up missing my third class while I caught up on some sleep in the library. Now it's the end of the day, and it's raining. I just so happen to be one of the unlucky few who did not have an umbrella with me. It's all coming up sunshine and butterflies for me today.

Isang araw sa buwan ng Agosto Pumasok nang walang paninigurado Landas na tinahak na aking punla Tatlong taong bubonoin. Bagong lugar, bagong paligid

Begin by identifying what you can afford to lose. Start with the soft things — sleep, serenity, the small slices of sweetness that once made your days feel breathable. These are the easiest offerings, pliant as fruit left too long in the sun. They slip from your grasp without protest, and you convince yourself their absence is proof of progress. Loss becomes your liturgy; sacrifice your silent rite.

The Philippines is drowning–in floods, neglect, and debt. The rain, without fail, always reveals a cyclic scenario: students wading through rising floodwaters, evacuation centers being filled to the brim, and government officials offering the same promise of a better tomorrow. Flooding in the Philippines is no longer a seasonal inconvenience, but rather the epitome of failure in accounting, engineering, and public service.

This World Coffee Day, let’s celebrate more than the drink itself. Let us celebrate what it symbolizes: endurance in sleepless nights, community in shared tables, and innovation that began right here in our university. Because in every cup of joe, Mapúans don’t just find energy—they find resilience.

Under the bright lights, loud cheers, and unelucidated blood, sweat, and tears of the Ohama Daishin Arena, Mapúan Taekwondo athlete Dean Ziglar V. Barreiro carved his name into the international spotlight after capturing gold at the prestigious 21st Japan WATA Open Taekwondo Championship held last April 26 to 27.

Under the bright lights, loud cheers, and unelucidated blood, sweat, and tears of the Ohama Daishin Arena, Mapúan Taekwondo athlete Dean Ziglar V. Barreiro carved his name into the international spotlight after capturing gold at the prestigious 21st Japan WATA Open Taekwondo Championship held last April 26 to 27.

Remembering Martial Law is not just about looking back: it is about honoring those voices that refused to be silenced and recognizing the cost of freedom when it is taken for granted. “Never Again” must not remain a slogan repeated every September, but a lesson drawn from history itself. Because when we protect the press, we protect our democracy. When we defend truth, we defend our people. We cannot afford silence. Not then. Not now. Not ever.

Starting last academic year (A.Y.) 2024–2025, Mapúa University implemented the trimester system for undergraduate and post-graduate students, effectively changing the quarterm calendar, as a response to a happiness index survey in which 77.27% of the respondents showed discontent in the former quarterm system, among other reasons. 

In a fiery showcase of grit and nail-biting clashes, the Mapúa Gaming Society (MGS), proudly representing Mapúa University (MU), emerged as princes of the Land of Dawn after securing a 2nd runner-up finish in the National Collegiate Athletic Association (NCAA) Season 100 Esports Kickoff: Mobile Legends Bang Bang (MLBB) Tournament last July 27 at the Philippine GameDev Expo, SMX Convention Center, Pasay City.

Over a decade since their last semifinals bout, a dubbed “rare” final four appearance, the Mapúa University Men’s Volleyball Team (MU MVT) stunned in the National Collegiate Athletic Association (NCAA) Season 100 Men’s Volleyball Tournament, gaining a twice-to-beat advantage after finishing the elimination rounds in second place—a historic feat for Mapúa’s centennial year and the league’s centennial season.