Because i cried in front of my favorite spaghetti
my tita left early around 7 in the morning, i on the other hand shoves her off as she gives me instructions on what to do for the day.
Teachers were ask to attend former President Cory's funeral. Of course its not required but being one of the millions who marched from Manila to Paranaque for Ninoy's funeral she felt the connection and duty as a Filipino to attend Cory's funeral as well. She was overwhelmed by the crowd and in spite her age (she's 60!) she believes this is but a little sacrifice and an act of gratitude she could offer our country.
around 10 am i started cooking spaghetti while my other tita watches the requiem mass. i satisfy myself with a radio on. I know its super unhygienic for me to cry and sniff over Kris's speech while cooking but i just cant helped it!
and the travel from manila cathedral to Manila Memorial took took 8-9hours all thanks to the huge crowd!
I know there are times that i asked why the hell am i living in such a third world country but after reliving how much pride Ninoy and Cory showed the world to be a Filipino I felt ashamed. It took them great courage and passion to fight for us yet we did nothing but continued to do whatelse, but nothing. Its easier to say that you love your country but showing it is a lot more different. They did both, proclaim their love, trust and hope for the Philippines as well as pray and fight for democracy.
It was something. Its more than something.
Oh how i love sid and nancy for their dirty and crazy act as a couple and perhaps due to the infamous lives they live.
But now i love Ninoy and Cory for together they were bonded by God to love and fight for this country. Thats more amazing and rare than smoking pots and trashing hotel rooms.
So rare and genuine they should be treasured forever!
Now this is a shit of a Love Letter... i cant help but cry!
My Dearest Cory,
In a few hours I shall be embarking on an uncertain fate, which may well be the end of a long struggle. I slept well last night for the first time since I left Boston — maybe because I’m just plain tired or I’m really at peace with myself. I want to tell you many things but time is running out and I do not have any machine. After a few more paragraphs, my penmanship will be illegible.
All the things I want to tell you may be capsulized in one line - - I love you! You’ve stood by me in my most trying moments and there were times I was very hard on you. But if anyone will ever understand me, it is you, and I know you will always find it in your heart to forgive — and unfair and ironic as it is — it is because of this thought and belief that I often took you for granted.
Early on I knew I was not meant to make money — so I won’t be able to leave anything to the children. I did what I thought I could do best, which is public service, and I hope our people in time will appreciate my sacrifices. This would be my legacy to the children. I may not bequeath them material wealth but I leave them a tradition which can be priceless.
I realize I’ve been very stingy with praise and appreciation for all your efforts — but though unsaid — you know that as far I’m concerned, you are the best. That’s why we’ve lasted this long. There will only be one thing in the world I will never accept — that you love me more than I love you — because my love for you though unarticulated will never be equaled.
If all goes well I should be back in my cell before sundown. Should I be detained do not rush to get home. Take your time and enjoy a side trip to Europe with the girls.
I’ll try to call you tonight if the authorities will allow me. Otherwise just remember me in your dreams.
Love,
Ninoy
P.S. I offered a special rosary for Papa and I asked for his intercession. You know he never failed me. (Ninoy here is referring to Cory’s father, Jose Cojuangco, who died on August 21, 1976)
For LOLs my tita reenacted a few students from St Scho...
As the Aquino Family's vehicle passed by them, "OMG ang Gwapo! Grabe bitin naman!"
They were referring to the grandson's of Ninoy and Cory! ROLF!
my tita left early around 7 in the morning, i on the other hand shoves her off as she gives me instructions on what to do for the day.
Teachers were ask to attend former President Cory's funeral. Of course its not required but being one of the millions who marched from Manila to Paranaque for Ninoy's funeral she felt the connection and duty as a Filipino to attend Cory's funeral as well. She was overwhelmed by the crowd and in spite her age (she's 60!) she believes this is but a little sacrifice and an act of gratitude she could offer our country.
around 10 am i started cooking spaghetti while my other tita watches the requiem mass. i satisfy myself with a radio on. I know its super unhygienic for me to cry and sniff over Kris's speech while cooking but i just cant helped it!
and the travel from manila cathedral to Manila Memorial took took 8-9hours all thanks to the huge crowd!
I know there are times that i asked why the hell am i living in such a third world country but after reliving how much pride Ninoy and Cory showed the world to be a Filipino I felt ashamed. It took them great courage and passion to fight for us yet we did nothing but continued to do whatelse, but nothing. Its easier to say that you love your country but showing it is a lot more different. They did both, proclaim their love, trust and hope for the Philippines as well as pray and fight for democracy.
It was something. Its more than something.
Oh how i love sid and nancy for their dirty and crazy act as a couple and perhaps due to the infamous lives they live.
But now i love Ninoy and Cory for together they were bonded by God to love and fight for this country. Thats more amazing and rare than smoking pots and trashing hotel rooms.
So rare and genuine they should be treasured forever!
Now this is a shit of a Love Letter... i cant help but cry!
My Dearest Cory,
In a few hours I shall be embarking on an uncertain fate, which may well be the end of a long struggle. I slept well last night for the first time since I left Boston — maybe because I’m just plain tired or I’m really at peace with myself. I want to tell you many things but time is running out and I do not have any machine. After a few more paragraphs, my penmanship will be illegible.
All the things I want to tell you may be capsulized in one line - - I love you! You’ve stood by me in my most trying moments and there were times I was very hard on you. But if anyone will ever understand me, it is you, and I know you will always find it in your heart to forgive — and unfair and ironic as it is — it is because of this thought and belief that I often took you for granted.
Early on I knew I was not meant to make money — so I won’t be able to leave anything to the children. I did what I thought I could do best, which is public service, and I hope our people in time will appreciate my sacrifices. This would be my legacy to the children. I may not bequeath them material wealth but I leave them a tradition which can be priceless.
I realize I’ve been very stingy with praise and appreciation for all your efforts — but though unsaid — you know that as far I’m concerned, you are the best. That’s why we’ve lasted this long. There will only be one thing in the world I will never accept — that you love me more than I love you — because my love for you though unarticulated will never be equaled.
If all goes well I should be back in my cell before sundown. Should I be detained do not rush to get home. Take your time and enjoy a side trip to Europe with the girls.
I’ll try to call you tonight if the authorities will allow me. Otherwise just remember me in your dreams.
Love,
Ninoy
P.S. I offered a special rosary for Papa and I asked for his intercession. You know he never failed me. (Ninoy here is referring to Cory’s father, Jose Cojuangco, who died on August 21, 1976)
For LOLs my tita reenacted a few students from St Scho...
As the Aquino Family's vehicle passed by them, "OMG ang Gwapo! Grabe bitin naman!"
They were referring to the grandson's of Ninoy and Cory! ROLF!
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