The sun glares angrily from up above as its rays hit the slanted roofs of the rows and rows of little houses in Pandi 3, one of the six relocation sites in Bulacan. The dry orange paint of the haphazardly made houses greatly complemented the extreme heat that threatened to crack the skin and dry the throat. But the high spirits of the masses cannot be silenced by the intense heat. A mass leader stood tall above an old white truck, speaking amidst the sea of agitated masses, screaming loudly for basic social services, for work, for appropriate wages, for land, for education and most especially for free and quality housing for the poor. People from all walks of life brave the intensifying heat and the angry bouts of dusts that threaten to choke them. They have labelled themselves maralitang-lungsod, passionately conscious of their disposition, their struggles and their history, passionately fueled by their collective action. As the mass leader’s words are illuminated by the booming speakers, as the masses respond to the calls, as a million specks of dust rise up to the eye level from the angry feet that trample it, as the sun continues to glare and as the Kadamay flag wave with the spank of the occasional wind, the masses are adamant and agitated. They have called themselves the maralitang-lungsod and they are more than ready to fight.