Hell it has been the last few days. The other day a number of us tried to show that Ninoy was worth braving the stormy weather for in Terminal 3. It was a feel-good moment for those of us who fought with Ninoy and Cory, and those left, I saw, would seem to be in our Second Adolescence. I am entitled to my illusions, aren’t I?
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