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How unfortunate, really, since there were only three journalists in the restaurant at that time – Marya, Zeng, and I. And all three of them happened to be holding a spoon on one hand and fork on the other and not a camera to capture the moment.
Truth was our weapon. Truth effected change.
The Lakbayan camp is like a river junction from where water rushes stronger towards a new direction.
Political detainees are behind bars because they dared to go against the status quo.
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Bulatlat’s jester wears a fur coat.
I was not only honing my writing skills in Bulatlat, but also deepening the commitment to serve the people’s interests and their struggles.
I would say journalism is a blessing as it is a curse. Writing is my only way of trying to help out those whose voices are either unheard or muted. There are times I feel it is not enough.
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