Sa Ngalan ng Pakikibaka

Still it's ok... It thought it was a love that seems to be ok...  Even though I know I can't go back, I want to be connected. It`s the first time I felt this way. You said “We can meet each other occasionally”. Because verbal promises are a common thing It's still ok... This wish of mine doesn't come true, that you would fall in love with me again. This fickle wish of mine. I want to meet you again today. Still it's ok... It seemed that still it was ok... It was love. Before I knew, you even refused to meet me. I thought about how I was left alone. Wouldn't it be better if I forgot that time? But these tears are the answer, aren't they? You can't lie to your heart. Remembering is almost frightening... Your smell, your gestures, everything. “Weird, isn't it?”, I said laughing. Even though we are apart, it`s all about you. I didn't think that love was this painful, that love was this sad. Truthfully , I only thought

I write this with a feeling of trepidation. Because I do not purport to be wise despite my advancing age nor am I imbued with a grand self-perception to consider myself an activist. It is just that I have had the privilege of knowing this rare breed of people and my life and world-view have been enriched by my constant encounters with these friends of mine. So perhaps, as a tribute to these brave souls, let me share to you what I learned from them. How does one become an activist? There is no singular answer. It can unfold throughout childhood or it can be an event that leave behind mental and emotional marks. Not to say that activists are damaged but it is the indelible scar of our violent encounters with certain societal truths that surface critical questions such as  - Why does mama have to work abroad? Or why does papa have to fight a war? Questions like these bring us to the threshold of activism.   In a country so full of contradictions and shared desperations, many ac

By Weng Ranoco R  Redemptorist  priest who vowed to serve God and the people of God for freedom, never hesitant to help the needy, even his life he is willing to offer Representative  of the religious men and women who embraced the dream and struggle for change and freedom when many are oppressed and exploited, more so when martial law was in place Respected  and highly esteemed by other professionals who he himself encouraged to raise their awareness and capabilities to read the signs of the times and the need to organize Religious  people, doctors & nurses, teachers, businessmen, lawyers, friendly politicians and other professionals, he made them aware – I am a witness as I was working with teachers and I still remember Sophie who gave the first roots of my pursuit to become an educator beyond borders. U Undoubtedly  a known leader along with Inday Nita of Coalition Against People’s Persecution the alliance participated by Professionals Forum Usual

THE MISEDUCATION OF THE FILIPINO Prof. Renato Constantino Education is a vital weapon of a people striving for economic emancipation, political  independence and cultural renaissance. We are such  a people. Philippine education therefore  must produce Filipinos who are aware of their country's problems, who understand the basic  solution to these problems, and who care enough to have courage to work and sacrifice for their  country's salvation. Nationalism in Education In recent years, in various sectors of our society, there have been nationalist stirrings which were  crystallized and articulated by the late Claro M. Recto, there were jealous demands for the  recognition of Philippine sovereignty on the Bases  question.  There were appeals for the  correction of the iniquitous economic relations between the Philippines and the United States. For a time, Filipino businessmen and industrialists rallied around the banner of the FILIPINO  FIRST policy, and variou