Cory and me tonight

So i just finished watching the tribute to my president, Cory Aquino.

I just cried. It was a combination of everything. Being far away from home, hearing the heartfelt eulogy from her daughter, and because the Philippines is suffering the loss of a person who fought the fight that she didn't want to enter but was forced to fight as if it were her own cause.

Babalik ka ba ng pilipinas? Malaki na ang pera dito sa isteyts.

Would they think me stupid when i say that i will go back?

The same twenty year old who vowed to go to the mountains to serve her poor countrymen is still alive. I just have to get some money to do that. Every time i round on the ICU, i remember my nephew who died because of asthma, my friend Ed who died of respiratory failure because he had no money to buy medications. Countless others, whose names i forgot but whose faces and tears are very vivid to me. Not even to buy a simple antibiotic. I don't even know how i could help them. All i know is that i have to. I wish i could shake off that part of me, but i can't. I was wired this way.

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I know i still have to write about something, i forgot about it.