Urian Publication

Urian Publication The Official Student Publication of Father Saturnino Urios University
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๐—๐—จ๐—ฆ๐—ง ๐—œ๐—ก | ๐—ฆ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐—ฆ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—™๐—ฆ๐—จ๐—จ ๐—–๐—•๐—˜ ๐—™๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฅ๐—ฒ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—š๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—ข๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ดAt around 12:57 p.m. today, smoke was seen risi...
08/08/2026

๐—๐—จ๐—ฆ๐—ง ๐—œ๐—ก | ๐—ฆ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐—ฆ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—™๐—ฆ๐—จ๐—จ ๐—–๐—•๐—˜ ๐—™๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฅ๐—ฒ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—š๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—ข๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด

At around 12:57 p.m. today, smoke was seen rising from the College Building East (CBE) of Father Saturnino Urios University. The initial cause was reportedly an overheating generator, which was immediately turned off by nearby staff. Students were then ushered back inside the campus after the smoke was contained.

๐—Ÿ๐—œ๐—ง๐—˜๐—ฅ๐—”๐—ฅ๐—ฌ | ๐—š๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—›๐—ถ๐—น๐—น๐˜€ ๐—”๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ช๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—•๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—พ๐˜‚๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜€An Ivory of my deepest wishes. Filled with doubtful and entrenching pastures....
07/08/2026

๐—Ÿ๐—œ๐—ง๐—˜๐—ฅ๐—”๐—ฅ๐—ฌ | ๐—š๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—›๐—ถ๐—น๐—น๐˜€ ๐—”๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ช๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—•๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—พ๐˜‚๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜€

An Ivory of my deepest wishes. Filled with doubtful and entrenching pastures. I know of one thing; I would fall for you and the long shades of a fielded green.

My heart has always pulled me across; for its lifetime is only truly determined by โ€œifโ€ and โ€œwhoโ€™sโ€. It is like a compass, with its intention to guide me north. At times like these, me being situated under the light of a screen and window. I have realized that wants of a โ€œnaรฏve heartโ€ only breathes air that falsifies its purposeโ€ฆ.

For the hills are a bit further ahead; having you here means much more. You have made realize a distinct phenomenon in my own little world.

Would our past; if given the bottles of time. Would it have been different? I wish not to answer that. For the โ€œnowโ€ has been even more meaningful for the both of us.

A rhetoric for the shades of green.

Will the bouquets be yours and be to your liking? Will it be enough? Be โ€œeverโ€ enough? Enough for someone who likes the view of the green hills?

I say no.

By meager chances, I would say it wholeheartedly. You are far more deserving than the greens offered by earth; as it is shallow as it is firm. Someone with the likes of you deserves no greater peace of mind than yours.

The doubts of you; may you allow me, even if its brief, to hold your hand along the trails of this winded soil.

I know my hands are never needed. You are built by all the phenological environment; from the darkest quelches of your own room to the broadest world beyond our sights and periphery. You are meant for so much more.

You know of that. โ€œTheyโ€ should know of that. I know of that.

That is why these forms of my own typography exist in plains. Not to hold your hand. For that only limits on what you can do.

But to be another avenue for your hands to rely on. Life will never be mine to conquer; for a person is only limited to his limbs. But for you, it is different. And I see that as clear as my own irises can muster visuals.

I do not want to hold your hand to stay by your side; I only want it help place your feet at the ground when โ€œtimeโ€ and its inevitability want you to fly through greater stormsโ€ฆ

Do you think that โ€œIโ€ think you cannot do it by yourself? No, I place you above turbulent winds and clouds; your value is beyond the skirmishes of man and their idealistic nature of hypocrisy and conservation.

Though, I would only want you to feel that the bouquets that near the waitingโ€™s of the hapless is enough for you to look at the greener hills aheadโ€ฆ.

I know that life has never been kind to bright souls; for innocence is buried by its depravity through and through.

That is why I ask againโ€ฆ

With these last whittling thoughts of man whose eyes never wander; would you allow me to burden you with only my company?

Words by: Awmbedo
Illustration by: Marivel Bonita


05/08/2026

๐—จ๐˜€๐—ฎ๐—ฝ | ๐—˜๐—ฝ๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ ๐Ÿฒ: ๐—ฃ๐—ฎ๐—ด๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ป

When a deleted voicemail and a month of silent estrangement force two best friends to confront the unspoken truth of their past

๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿด.๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿด.๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฒ | ๐Ÿฐ:๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿฌ ๐—ฃ๐— 

Written & Directed by | James Marquez
Technical Director | Archangel Fortun
Assistant Editor | Mikhail Torralba

๐—œ๐—ก ๐—ฃ๐—›๐—ข๐—ง๐—ข๐—ฆ: The Dapat Isa Lang Anti-Political Dynasty Signature Campaign was launched on August 5, 2026, at the CB Lobby ...
05/08/2026

๐—œ๐—ก ๐—ฃ๐—›๐—ข๐—ง๐—ข๐—ฆ: The Dapat Isa Lang Anti-Political Dynasty Signature Campaign was launched on August 5, 2026, at the CB Lobby of Father Saturnino Urios University (FSUU), with university administrators, faculty members, and students taking part in the initiative to raise awareness and garner support for the campaign against political dynasties.

Photo by: Danford Lopez

05/08/2026

๐—จ๐—ฅ๐—œ๐—”๐—ก ๐—ฃ๐—Ÿ๐—จ๐—š๐—š๐—˜๐—— | FSUU students draw mix reactions over the announcement of a new uniform policy mandate and removal of Wednesday wash days amid the four-day compressed workweek.

Disclaimer: The views, opinions, and statements expressed in this content are those of the author(s) and do not necessarily reflect the official positions, policies, or editorial stance of the publication, its editorial board, or Father Saturnino Urios University, including its colleges, offices, administrators, faculty, staff, and affiliated organizations

Video by: Ronan Palaran, Anthony Yandug, Michael Banas, Zeke Fortun, Kael Torralba, James Marquez
Edited by: Zeke Fortun, Kael Torralba


๐—”๐—ฑ๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜„ ๐—›๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—•๐˜‚๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฎ๐—ป: ๐—” ๐—–๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฏ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—›๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—›๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜Every August 2, before the rooster caws, Butuanons are already upโ€”...
03/08/2026

๐—”๐—ฑ๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜„ ๐—›๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—•๐˜‚๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฎ๐—ป: ๐—” ๐—–๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฏ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—›๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—›๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜

Every August 2, before the rooster caws, Butuanons are already upโ€”their eyes refuse to blink despite the morning dew kissing the ground and the sunlight breaking the horizon of the Northeastern skies. Every home prepares for this annual spectacle, with palatable dishes simmering in the kitchen, the aroma of spices, meat, and desserts wafting through the open windows. Families gather early, initiating the communication and fun that mark the start of the day. Conversations flow as laughter fills the air, neighbors exchange greetings, children chase each other across the yard.

Soon, the streets begin to stir. The rhythmic beat of drums echoes from afar, signaling the start of Adlaw Hong Butuanโ€”a day when the cityโ€™s heart beats louder than ever. Vendors line the sidewalks with woven crafts and delicacies, while dancers in radiant costumes rehearse their final steps under the rising sun. The air hums with excitement, a symphony of laughter, chatter, and pride.

From the rotunda to the riverbanks, Butuan transforms into a living museum of heritage. The balangay boats, symbols of ancient maritime glory, stand proudly as reminders of the cityโ€™s pioneering spirit. Each float in the parade tells a story of trade, craftsmanship, and courageโ€”narratives written into history books and woven into the tapestry of time.

For Butuanons, this day is more than festivity; it is a reaffirmation of identity, a declaration of pride in the cityโ€™s enduring legacy.

As the sun climbs higher, the cityโ€™s pulse quickens. People march proudly, waving banners of unity and progress. Cultural troupes dance to the rhythm of music, both traditional and festive, their movements narrating the cityโ€™s journey from ancient trade hub to modern metropolis.

By midday, the plaza becomes a sea of color. Tourists and locals alike gather to witness performances that blend tradition and innovation. The laughter of children mingles with the applause of eldersโ€”a harmony that mirrors Butuanโ€™s enduring spirit.

When dusk arrives, lanterns illuminate the streets, casting a golden glow over faces filled with joy and nostalgia. Lights burst above the Agusan River, painting the night sky with hues of pride and promise.

In every corner, one can hear songs and cheers that echo the cityโ€™s unityโ€”a reminder that progress must always be rooted in heritage.

As the night deepens, the city rests, but only for a while. Tomorrow, Butuan will rise again, carrying the same fire of celebration and the same love for its people.

For in every heartbeat, every drumbeat, and every dawn that breaks over the Northeastern skies, one truth remains unshaken: Butuan lives not just in its history, but in the hearts of those who continue to celebrate it.

Write-up by: Bryan Bregoli
Layout by: Geo Umpad

๐—Ÿ๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐— ๐—ฒ ๐—•๐—ฒ ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—™๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—น ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—–๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—œ ๐—•๐—ฒ ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—•๐—ผ๐˜†๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฑโ€Žโ€ŽFor today, let me be your fool..โ€ŽDo not let this day be forgone with it...
01/08/2026

๐—Ÿ๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐— ๐—ฒ ๐—•๐—ฒ ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—™๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—น ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—–๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—œ ๐—•๐—ฒ ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—•๐—ผ๐˜†๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฑ
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โ€ŽFor today, let me be your fool..
โ€ŽDo not let this day be forgone with its droolโ€ฆ
โ€ŽFor you deserve so much more;
โ€ŽDo you know, I am tranced by your encore?
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โ€ŽYou make the daylight worth while;
โ€ŽI would wait till itโ€™s my timeโ€ฆ
โ€ŽYou make the nightlights worth my time;
โ€ŽI stand by your features that try and rhyme.
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โ€ŽGive me some of your hours;
โ€ŽHumor my solace, for it is plentyโ€ฆ
โ€ŽGive me a chance at your flowers?
โ€ŽHumor me again; Iโ€™ll wait in our youthful twentiesโ€ฆ
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โ€ŽCan I work for you; be it a trend?
โ€ŽIโ€™ll do it by gains and fawnsโ€ฆ
โ€ŽCan I be a fool and be your Boyfriend?
โ€ŽIโ€™ll do it again and again; even in its coldest dawnsโ€ฆ
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โ€ŽWords by: Awmbedo
โ€ŽLayout by: Art Tan



๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿฎ ๐—ฌ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜€ ๐—ข๐—ณ ๐—ง๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—š๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ฅ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ฏ๐—ถ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜๐˜† ๐—œ๐—ป๐˜๐—ผ ๐—” ๐—š๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—Ÿ๐—ฒ๐—ด๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐˜†Sixty-two years after first appearing in Amazing Fantasy  ...
01/08/2026

๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿฎ ๐—ฌ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜€ ๐—ข๐—ณ ๐—ง๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—š๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ฅ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ฏ๐—ถ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜๐˜† ๐—œ๐—ป๐˜๐—ผ ๐—” ๐—š๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—Ÿ๐—ฒ๐—ด๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐˜†

Sixty-two years after first appearing in Amazing Fantasy #15, Spider-Man remains one of the most recognizable superheroes ever created. Introduced by Stan Lee and Steve Ditko in 1962, the friendly neighborhood hero has grown far beyond the pages of Marvel Comics, appearing in blockbuster films, animated series, video games, and comic storylines that continue to inspire generations of fans.

While different actors, artists, and storytellers have brought their own versions of the character, Spider-Man has always been defined by more than his powers. At the heart of every story is Peter Parker, an ordinary young man balancing responsibility, sacrifice, and everyday struggles. His journey reminds us that true heroism comes from the choices we make, proving that anyone can wear the mask and live by the lesson that โ€œwith great power comes great responsibilityโ€.

Write-up by: Anthony Yandug
Layout by: Michael Banas

โ€Ž๐—Ÿ๐—œ๐—ง๐—˜๐—ฅ๐—”๐—ฅ๐—ฌ | ๐—Ÿ๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—œ๐˜€ ๐—ข๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ก๐—ผ ๐— ๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ปโ€Žโ€ŽJaded in its place; I wish it could be nearer. The moon is most beautiful up close; fo...
31/07/2026

โ€Ž๐—Ÿ๐—œ๐—ง๐—˜๐—ฅ๐—”๐—ฅ๐—ฌ | ๐—Ÿ๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—œ๐˜€ ๐—ข๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ก๐—ผ ๐— ๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ป
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โ€ŽJaded in its place; I wish it could be nearer. The moon is most beautiful up close; for its striking features, it lights up the night sky.
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โ€ŽBreath by far reaching eclipses. I too want to feel the gleam; I am brattled by you.
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โ€ŽIt permeates a vivid glow, it soothes all over your skin; to notice is all I do, that is why it aches for that the most.
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โ€ŽFor all the moon is give life in the darkest of nights. How โ€œyouโ€ parallel it, makes me wonder?
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โ€ŽAre you the reason why; our breaths are faint near our own little orbit? Or is the lack of fumes; entranced me to believe in a little lie carved on the moon.
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โ€ŽHow beautiful is it on a night like this.
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โ€Žโ€œMay you stay in place a little longer; Iโ€™ve already fallen for the view; and that is all I knowโ€
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โ€ŽThe chilling inescapable breeze on this wayward evening; does it call you, like it does to me? Walk me through your routine, its streetlight near your balcony. Could I wait for you; it really doesnโ€™t matter where, for a man with nothing but love trapped in his lowly heart. Time is nothing.
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โ€ŽNo man wishes for love to bloom under the faded void; where darkness eclipses the sun, along with the flowers; aside from I.
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โ€ŽAm I just a fool? Or is this how the heavens punish a man; whose cowardice extend to his hands.
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โ€ŽHow am I supposed to be on the moon? If I am stopped by its mesmerizing presence across. Between me and deep space.; if I build a rocket, would that be enough to close our distance?
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โ€ŽA confession from a frail old soul; for time has already caught up to me. I know, I lost the chance at the moon. And that is okay; it will always be okay.
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โ€ŽI abide by the conventionalities of love and romance; to be enamored by other forms of literature, to hold poems and brushed by pens in each hand. I write to the moon for keepsake; fret not by my inconvenience. I only wanted to see your slow light touch some of my soul.
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โ€ŽFor a night like this; it deserves an avowal of feelings. The weather is perfect for it as well. So, answer this line dearly and with all honesty in your heart.
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โ€Žโ€œFor I am undone by you; clearly from the very beginning. May I ask, to what extent does your heart desire for another?โ€
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โ€ŽNonetheless, I know of your answer. And I will abide by that. Iโ€™ve fallen for this view after all.
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โ€ŽRadiant, the light you emit on nights like this; it is timely. For I have been lost. Yet, I find everything in you; awe and hearts rucked.
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โ€ŽBut let me have one final request, for a sight like you is one of one.
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โ€ŽDoes the moon, with all its beauty in the nightly sky; holds craters of old. And if so; if not me, find a man willing to not change those craters. For who you are is all beauty in all.
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โ€ŽEven if this view ceases to exist, your faint luster always brightens those solitary and haunted hours; nearing my twilight, I think of youโ€ฆ
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โ€ŽFor I am not over no moonโ€ฆ
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โ€ŽWords by: Awmbedo
โ€ŽLayout by: Michael Banas
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๐—ง๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐— ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—›๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜: ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—˜๐—ฑ๐˜‚๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—•๐—ฒ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฆ๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒโ€Žโ€ŽThe halls of Father Saturnino Urios University know a tal...
31/07/2026

๐—ง๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐— ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—›๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜: ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—˜๐—ฑ๐˜‚๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—•๐—ฒ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฆ๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ
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โ€ŽThe halls of Father Saturnino Urios University know a tale as old as time: a student walks into a classroom carrying the fear of long discussions and intimidating formulas, only to leave with the realization that the subject was far more manageable than they expected. It is a transformation made possible by dedicated educatorsโ€”one that ๐— ๐—ฟ. ๐—Ÿ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜†๐—ฑ ๐—”๐—ฟ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐— ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—น๐˜‚๐—ฎ๐—ป has shared with the Urian community throughout his eight years of service.
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โ€ŽHis path toward becoming an educator was not a straightforward one. He first pursued Chemical Engineering Technology before deciding, in his second year, to shift to Education. That decision eventually led him to earn a Bachelor of Secondary Education - Major in Chemistry and later a Master's Degree in Chemistry Educationโ€”a turning point that ignited his passion for teaching.
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โ€ŽAmong the many memories he has collected over eight years, one remains especially meaningful: receiving heartfelt messages from his former students at the old High School Pueblos, thanking him for making chemistry easier to understand through the teaching strategies he introduced. He also takes pride in initiating the Chemistry Olympiad, which began at Pueblos and was later continued at the Morelos campus. These moments, together with the welcoming environment of the University, continue to inspire his vision of becoming an educator who serves as a catalyst for meaningful change.
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โ€ŽBeyond the classroom, Mr. Malaluan is recognized for his active involvement in various university initiatives. However, tipping the weight between being a teacher and a leader in order to create a balance is not as easy as it may seem, and Mr. Malaluan can attest to the harsh demand that comes with the roles he took. For instance, he felt the burden weigh on him when his counterpart moved to Morelos, leaving him as the only coordinator of the Pueblos High School. At that moment, the tasks became challenging, coupled with the fact that he had a full load as a teacher as well. Yet, despite the obstacle, Mr. Malaluan pushed forward with grace and was able to mend the situation by dedicating admin tasks to different faculties, ensuring that the burden is carried equally by all units.
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โ€ŽFor him, being an educator means wearing many hats, each contributing to the development of both the institution and the students it serves.
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โ€ŽIn his own words, he strives to fulfill every responsibility with purposeโ€”coming to class prepared to teach while also dedicating time and effort to the organizations that have entrusted him with leadership.
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โ€ŽOutside the classroom, Mr. Malaluan finds joy in plane spotting, a hobby that reflects his fascination with aviation and the precision of aircraft soaring overhead. While seemingly unrelated to chemistry, it serves as a reminder that everyone, including educators, needs moments to pause, recharge, and pursue passions beyond work. He believes that maintaining hobbies is essential not only for teachers but also for students, helping them manage stress, restore motivation, and maintain balance amid the demands of academic life.
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โ€ŽWhat continues to fuel Mr. Malaluan's passion for both teaching and chemistry is the opportunity to make science meaningful. Rather than limiting learning to formulas, equations, and laboratory experiments, he strives to connect complex concepts with experiences that students can relate to. Recognizing that chemistry is often perceived as one of the most challenging subjects, he intentionally bridges the gap between theory and everyday life, helping learners realize that science is not reserved only for the naturally gifted.
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โ€ŽBy teaching with both the mind and the heart, he hopes to cultivate not only understanding but also appreciation. For him, success is not measured by how well students memorize formulas but by whether they leave his classroom recognizing chemistry as something practical, relevant, and worth exploring.
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โ€ŽThroughout the years, another lesson has remained constant in his career: the value of humility. While teaching has brought numerous achievements, he finds the greatest fulfillment in knowing that his efforts have helped students overcome their fear of chemistry. Hearing former learners say that the subject was not as difficult as they once believed remains one of the most meaningful affirmations of his work.
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โ€ŽWhen asked what advice he would offer students and young educators navigating challenges similar to those he once faced, his answer was simple yet profound: "๐—ž๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ฝ ๐—บ๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ" Whether the obstacles are academic, professional, or personal, he believes that progress does not always require giant leaps. Even the smallest steps matter, as long as they lead toward growth.
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โ€ŽHis journey reminds us that the greatest lessons are not always found in textbooks or laboratories, but in the people who patiently guide others toward discovering their own potential as they embody the University's enduring mottoโ€”"๐—Ÿ๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ต๐˜ ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ." Like chemistry itself, meaningful education is built through connectionโ€”one that continues to shape lives long after the final lesson has ended.
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โ€ŽWrite-up By: Sharmaine Mutia & Princess Padecio
โ€ŽPhoto by: Frances Semacio
โ€ŽLayout by: Sharish Rejas
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