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LITERARY | “Carpe Diem”When I received my wings, I remember being excited to use them. I used to admire the sun from afa...
24/08/2026

LITERARY | “Carpe Diem”

When I received my wings, I remember being excited to use them. I used to admire the sun from afar, reach for the stars, and dream of lying on the clouds. So, I tried to fit it, and it does. It’s sculpted and perfectly curated for me. I remembered their warnings about these wings. Specifically, on how I should use them. “Don’t get too close to the sun, it’ll melt the wax; and don’t get too close to the waters, it’ll soak the feathers.” As they looked at me with disdain, “A dreamer.”

When I first took my flight, I remember the gust of wind hitting my hair. At first, I was ecstatic, until a flash of light shone through the skies, barely touching my skin. I looked up and saw the sun. I saw some students wearing the uniform I could’ve been wearing. I was tempted, but a voice reminded me, “Don’t get too close to the sun, it’ll melt the wax; and don’t get too close to the waters, it’ll soak the feathers,” practically telling me, “Will your passion feed you? Don’t get too ambitious.”

Then I took the risk. I tried to reach it. I want to write. I have to write. And now I’m writing as the same words keep haunting me: “Don’t get too close to the sun, it’ll melt your wings…” It echoed and echoed until it faded. My head blocked the thoughts as I drifted past the sky and got near the sun. It was bright. I smiled for the first time, as I finally broke the chains and bounds and saw beyond. Goodness! So this is what it’s like to wear this uniform. My professor was just talking about dissecting Shakespeare’s words, right? It felt like hope encapsulated in an enormously hot ball. Hot? Oh, right. My wings. I was in a daze until I felt it – a drip of wax on my skin. I’m melting.

I flapped wildly back from consciousness. But there was no turning back. My wings had melted. I reached for an arm, or a hand, but there was nothing to hold on to. I had nothing but the ground that caught me from the fall. It was too late. Should I have pursued practicality over my passion? Why is this failing? I used to love this! The feathers fell like my dreams, questioning my ending. “Is this really how I end, or is it just the beginning?”

When I hit the ground, I remember not crying or screaming from anger. I was expecting the pain that was supposed to end me. Instead, I was smiling as I breathed a sigh of relief. The feathers settled on the ground like the epiphanies grounding my mind. My visions blurred and disappeared as my supposed world collapsed right before my eyes. “A dreamer,” laced with pity and sadness. I took my first and thought it was my last breath, and knew I finally lived and owned my life.

And here I am now, bruised and battered, walking up to the stage sporting my torn-out waxed wings with flying colors after diving and taking a flight as I switched from Chemical Engineering and risked it with my passion for writing. I can hear the cheers and chants, as they call out my name: “Ica Solanna R. Santiago, Bachelor of Arts in Literature, Magna Cum Laude!” Indeed, “A dreamer.”

Written by Allysa Nicole T. De Guzman
Illustration by Ma. Patricia Edzette R. Orpilla

FEATURE | Poverty for Profit: When Real Struggles Get Buried Under AestheticPublic outrage over digital media ethics eru...
23/08/2026

FEATURE | Poverty for Profit: When Real Struggles Get Buried Under Aesthetic

Public outrage over digital media ethics erupted across Philippine online spaces following widespread backlash against social media "money hunt" trends and performative cash giveaways that put struggling participants at physical risk for views. The controversy reached a boiling point after local creators called out vloggers whose public challenge stunts resulted in injuries to impoverished contestants, prompting netizens and media critics to demand an end to challenge-based "poverty p**n."

This follows after Bisaya content creator known online as Run Dolph called out a certain vlogger whose participant in one of their 'money hunt' content ended up injured.

Run Dolph said, "Palihog lang, stop poverty p**n. Ayaw himoang kalingawan ang sitwasyon sa uban" (Please, stop poverty p**n. Don't turn other people's situation into entertainment.) after witnessing a participant sustain a foot injury during the content filming.

We live in a digital space where compassion has a production budget. In the Philippines, a country that consistently ranks among the top global users of social media, with citizens spending an average of nearly four hours a day scrolling, our newsfeeds have become digital arenas for a disturbing new genre of entertainment: a clout-driven one. Human struggle has been reduced to a curated virtual experience.

What makes this digital trend so heartbreaking is the contradiction at the heart of our nation's history. The Philippines has never been a land meant for poverty. Historically and geographically, our archipelago was celebrated as the "Pearl of the Orient Seas" – a tropical paradise blessed with breathtaking landscapes, vibrant biodiversity, fertile agricultural lands, and rich mineral wealth. From the golden rivers of Mindanao to the lush rice terraces of the Cordilleras, our land holds more than enough natural gifts, fertile soils, and oceanic abundance to feed, shelter, and sustain every single Filipino family if our resources were distributed with justice and equity.

However, centuries of systemic corruption, historical neglect, and economic inequality have deprived millions of our people of the wealth of their own home. Based on the April 2026 survey of OCTA Research, about 35 percent, or an estimated 9.2 million Filipino households, consider themselves poor or living below the poverty line – 9.2 million Filipino households, struggling every day to make ends meet.

Yet, on our screens, the margins of society have been flattened into the ultimate backdrop for trendsetters, influencers, and clout chasers.

It is a trend that sneaks into our feeds disguised as "creative expression." We see it on Instagram photo dumps where indie musicians pose in front of makeshift stilt houses along the muddy shores of Manila. We see it on graduation photo shoots uploaded to TikTok, where university students pose in pristine academic gowns and crisp barongs against the backdrop of crowded urban alleys just to look "rooted in the masses." We see street videographers posting viral reels where they shove high-end camera lenses into the faces of sleeping street vendors, color-grading their exhaustion into a moody, high-contrast "cinematic masterpiece" for thousands of likes.

According to the Philippine Statistics Authority (PSA), a family of five needs an average of ₱13,873 per month just to meet basic food and shelter needs. Yet, when these spaces are viewed through a camera lens, their structural violence is erased, preventing them from realizing their potential and the life that every Filipino deserves. The tangled, illegal electrical lines become "edgy cyberpunk geometry." The crowded, unventilated streets become "vintage, textured layers." The desperation is romanticized, filtered in sepia, and consumed as a lifestyle choice.

Consider viral videos of local "charity content." We see foreign vloggers and local influencers walking upon places like Tondo, Payatas, or the slum communities beneath city bridges. They shove 4K cameras into the faces of crying mothers, holding up a ₱500 bill or a 5kg bag of rice like a trophy. The creator edits the video with somber acoustic guitar music, monetization ads enabled, and a thumbnail featuring a child in rags. The video yields thousands of pesos in ad revenue and brand deals, while the family receives a temporary meal and an everlasting, unconsented digital footprint of their lowest moment.

This critique often raises uncomfortable questions. Does this mean people should never depict poverty? Should we ban photos of informal settlements altogether? Not at all. There is a vast difference between art that exposes injustice and art that consumes it.

Documentary photojournalists and community-engaged activists have historically used visual media to hold the powerful accountable. When a photojournalist documents the displacement of demolition victims to expose government neglect, or when a local activist captures the reality of landless farmers to demand agrarian reform, the image is built on consent, shared struggle, and a call for systemic change. The subject is not a prop; they are a human being whose dignity and rights are being fought for.

There is a vast difference between art that exposes injustice and art that consumes it. When creative expression reduces a community's daily survival into a backdrop without accountability or consent, it ceases to be camaraderie and becomes exploitation.

As a generation that seeks change, we pride ourselves on being socially aware. We write essays on the rights of the poor, and we debate socioeconomic policies in air-conditioned classrooms. Yet, we are the same demographic that double-taps these gritty photoshoots on our timelines, praising the photographer's "vision" and calling it a certain type of aesthetic.

Why are we so eager to celebrate the "gritty, resilient aesthetic" of Manila's streets instead of demanding that nobody should have to live in those conditions in the first place?

Let us stop turning structural inequality into a social media trend. It is time to respect our countrymen's dignity, demand systemic justice, and stop using poverty as a photoshoot backdrop and video for the aesthetic and virality of it. It is time to turn off the filters, step out of the frame, and start getting furious about the reality behind it. Filipinos deserve a much better life.

Written by Cyprian Brinz Andre A. Mamaspas
Illustration by Ma. Patricia Edzette R. Orpilla

Ninoy Aquino Day 🇵🇭Today, we commemorate the Ninoy Aquino Day by honoring the life, legacy, and contributions of Senator...
21/08/2026

Ninoy Aquino Day 🇵🇭

Today, we commemorate the Ninoy Aquino Day by honoring the life, legacy, and contributions of Senator Benigno "Ninoy" Aquino, Jr. His courage, conviction, and dedication to the Filipino people became a symbol of hope during one of the nation's most challenging periods. On August 21, 1983, Senator Benigno "Ninoy" Aquino, Jr. was assassinated upon returning to the Philippines after years of exile. His death became a turning point in Philippine history, awakening the nation's call for justice and eventually leading to the 1986 People Power Revolution. His powerful words, “The Filipino is worth dying for,” continue to inspire generations to place love for country above self-interest.
The relevance of Ninoy Aquino’s legacy in today’s world is undeniable. He believed that every Filipino has the potential to bring change in life and that instills within us the qualities to become good citizens and practice democracy, which was something Aquino Jr. stood for all throughout his life.

As we observe this day, let us reflect on the importance of preserving freedom and strengthening our commitment to the common good. May Aquino Jr.’s example inspire present and future generations to lead with courage, serve with humility, and work together in building a more just, peaceful, and democratic Philippines. 🇵🇭

Text by Ameer Franz Carlo R. Garcia
Layout by Mark Justine P. Palang

21/08/2026

LITERARY | Reg_LetterDraft_4

Dear Reg,

I hope this letter finds you well.

Let's see. Well… Lola Inay passed away last weekend. In her sleep, don't worry. Francis left his job, said he wanted to work in the States like his Ate Reg. Claire got dental braces; it was about time. Ma got her mole checked like you asked her to.

I don't think I'll be graduating soon.

My parents told me not to worry, I could take my time. A leave of absence might do me good, they said. If you were here still, I know you'd be saying the same. But penny pinching was never easy on their arthritic fingers. Time could only be withheld so much. Pa seems to be taking sick days more often, and Ma appears to be shorter in stature day by day. I'm sure I'm not getting taller. Trust me. I checked.

I ran into Tita the other day. I'd regret it if I didn't ask how you were doing. The irony of you in the cold was not lost on me. You never even wanted to see snow! The thought of you struggling, trying to stay warm, hurt me as much as I'd like to admit. She told me you haven't been eating much. I guess old habits die hard. Please take time to eat in between shifts. Are hospital pantries there as nice as they seem?

I'm happy for you, I really am. I miss you all the same.

I've always admired your sheer willingness to put everyone's needs above yours. You are a living paradox: forced to leave her home, just to make sure there's still a home to live in. A selfish person like me could talk about all the luck I had to have loved someone like you, but lucky stars do not always listen; they sleep in the day. There's nothing I want more in the world than to have graduated on time, and be with you.

A life without you seemed to put things into perspective. It is amusing how someone in a different time zone continues to impact me. I've learned how time has a nasty way of creeping up on you. The clock's hypnotic ticks distracted me from the fact that the hours weren't ours to begin with. We were always in different time zones, even when we were together.

Francis might somehow find a way to work in the States. Claire will get extra annoying ranting about her retainers instead. Hopefully Ma doesn't find another mole to get worried about soon. Maybe you save enough money to come home for the holidays, I hope we still have something to rekindle then. In the meantime, I'll continue to hit the books, save up, and work on myself. Don't even think for a second that your final words didn't leave a lasting impression on me.

If you're reading this, I somehow mustered up the courage to send this to you. I'll be giving this to Sheila since she's visiting, together with your favorite blanket. I told you you'd be needing it more than me.

- Charlie

Written by Sean Gabrielle A. Tan
Graphics by Mark Justine P. Palang

19/08/2026

𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗦 𝗠𝗢𝗗𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝗨𝗣𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗘
For: Thursday, 20 August 2026

𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗢𝗟𝗙𝗨 𝗖𝗮𝗺𝗽𝘂𝘀𝗲𝘀:
𝗩𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘇𝘂𝗲𝗹𝗮
𝗤𝘂𝗲𝘇𝗼𝗻 𝗖𝗶𝘁𝘆
𝗔𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗼
𝗣𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮
𝗡𝘂𝗲𝘃𝗮 𝗘𝗰𝗶𝗷𝗮
𝗟𝗮𝗴𝘂𝗻𝗮

All students across all levels at all of OLFU's Campuses shall attend Online Synchronous Classes from their respective homes on August 20th.

With continued rains forecasted from the Enhanced Southwest Monsoon or Habagat, Malacañang and/or some LGU's have taken preemptive safety measures by suspending face-to-face classes in schools.

Rest assured, however, that all offices will remain fully operational on campus. Similarly, the OLFU Concierge will maintain its online support services.

Stay tuned and refresh this post for possible updates.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞. Sometimes, they begin with a single sentence and are completed through year...
18/08/2026

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞.

Sometimes, they begin with a single sentence and are completed through years of resilience, growth, and perseverance. Here is what some of our Class of 2026 achievers have to say about the experiences that shaped their college journey and the road ahead.

Written by Layla P. Raymundo
Layout by Mark Justine P. Palang

𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯? 𝘉𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝙎𝙥𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣: 𝘽𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙉𝙚𝙬 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 🕸🕷But this time, it’s not just Peter Parker with su...
17/08/2026

𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯? 𝘉𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳
𝙎𝙥𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣: 𝘽𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙉𝙚𝙬 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 🕸🕷

But this time, it’s not just Peter Parker with superpowers, it’s every Fatimanian trying to survive another semester.

Ready to swing back into action? Fresh uniforms, fresh notebooks, and a fresh batch of promises like “I’ll study in advance this time.” We all know how that ends. From quizzes and recitations to deadlines and group works, may your Spider-Sense be strong and your “I’ll do it later” era be short.

Remember: with a great semester comes a great responsibility. You've got this, Fatimanians!

Words by Angel C. Albarico
Illustration by Nyl Sean Bryan M. Macalintal

17/08/2026

𝗛𝗘𝗬, 𝗙𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗔𝗡𝗦— 𝗪𝗘’𝗥𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞! ✨

The campus is alive again, and a brand-new chapter is ready to begin! Get ready for a year filled with new friendships, exciting opportunities, unforgettable experiences, and countless memories waiting to be made. 🎉

Whether you’re stepping onto campus for the first time or returning to familiar halls, there’s always something new waiting for you. So, take that first step, meet new people, and make this year your own. 💚

𝗟𝗲𝘁’𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗰𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗰 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸𝘀. 𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲, 𝗙𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗮𝗻𝘀! ✨

Caption by:
Valerie Dizon, OCCA Events Committee

Layout by:
Carlos Miguel Oliveros, OCCA-COL President

17/08/2026

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘, 𝐒𝐄𝐓, 𝐆𝐎! 🚦

Time to gear up, Fatimanians! The first day may have started a little differently than expected, but that won’t stop us from making it a good one. As we begin another school year, may we carry with us the courage to try new things, the determination to keep going, and the excitement to see where this journey takes us.

Here’s to a fresh start, new goals, and new experiences waiting for us this school year. Let’s take things one day at a time, enjoy the journey, and make the most of every opportunity that comes our way.

Welcome to a new school year, Fatimanians! We’re glad to have you with us. Here’s to a great year ahead! 💚✨

17/08/2026

🌟 FRESHIES, YOU'RE OFFICIALLY INVITED! 🌟

A new journey awaits, and we’re excited to welcome you to the OLFU community! 💚

New school. New people. New experiences and probably a LOTS of "Saan 'to." momiiiiintz.

As you take your first steps into college life, may this new chapter bring you meaningful friendships, unforgettable experiences, and opportunities to grow both inside and outside the classroom.

The Council of Leaders welcomes you with open arms.

Welcome to OLFU, Freshmen! 💚
Here’s to the beginning of something new✨

🖋️: Regina Salve Toledo
🎨: Jonathan Garcia

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