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Fore! Golfers comin’ through
Sophisticated applause, poised posture, and the fluid arc of a long iron across the widespread greenery—this is often the image as you enter the world of golf. It’s not your…
Game On, Iskolar: The 2026 Guide to Scholarships, Tryouts, and Glory
Ten years ago, telling your parents you were skipping dinner to grind Mobile Legends usually earned the same reaction: “Kaka–ML mo ‘yan, walang future!” Fast-forward to 2026, and that same…
Shared Glances, Shouted Lyrics: The Living Moments of FLAIR 2026
Spotlights, live music, and shared stories illuminated the De La Salle University – Dasmariñas (DLSU-D) Grandstand as the annual FLAIR concert returned for its fourth installment. Organized by the College…
Mother, Look at Me
Mother, I think my insides are decomposing politely. Can you not smell it, or have you grown so used to my rot that you call it “obedience”? Mother, I’ve become…
Sagad sa krudo, salat sa kita
Maituturing na malaking bahagi ng kulturang Pilipino ang pagsakay sa tradisyunal na jeepney. Sining, kultura, maging ang madiskarteng pag-arangkada ng mga drayber ay nasasalamin dito—kasabay ng ingay ng kalye, usok…
Phosphorescent Mat(t)er
do you think her light is borrowed—something siphoned from the sun before dusk swallows the walls? (look closer. stay longer. watch carefully.) She is no candle trembling at the mercy…
To all the Sunshines
A vast world of constricted options—this was the gripping reality that faced Sunshine Francisco (Maris Racal) when her promising Olympic future hung in the balance due to an unplanned pregnancy…
The [UN]safe space
There is a specific kind of discomfort that comes from watching someone in power say something they shouldn’t, and then watching everyone around them decide whether or not to pretend…
Making Herstory: Can’t Drag Me Down
It would have been a normal Thursday morning. The usual humdrum on the grounds of De La Salle University – Dasmariñas (DLSU-D): students drifting from class to class, voices overlapping…
Labored Breath
Morning smoke billows through cracks of broken windows, and the air tastes of iron—like rusty old coins on the tongue. Even the wind tires of threading through the same narrow…