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Was that a long gun I saw partly hidden behind a military shield? It was. Was it an armalite? Yes!
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A rally to remember

By Tingting Cojuangco | March 19, 2006 - 12:00am

The slogans chanted haven’t changed: "Makibaka…," "Magkaisa…," "Patalsikin…." They are the same mantras mouthed. I never shouted these slogans, but I established...

Sunday Lifestyle

For the love of freedom

By Tingting Cojuangco | September 26, 2004 - 12:00am

I remember the day – September 24, 1984. I was at Welcome Rotunda on Quezon Boulevard and just thinking about it now makes me sad. The years have sped by from that first time I met UP student Fidel Nemenzo....

Sunday Lifestyle

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