I can still remember it...

I had read so much things from the library, and there I was, in the hospital beside my mother's bed, writing about it.

Supposedly, it would be a major composition.

We never passed it. Quite sad, I worked so hard on it.

But that was all right. I had a sense of fulfillment having accomplished it.

Here I am now. Researching about martial law for Filipino class.

Tonight is going to be a sleepless one, most especially since I haven't started.

Bummer.

I have been researching though.

Reading about it flushed in a lot of emotions for me.

I remember hearing from someone--I can't quite remember who--how everybody back then cried when they heard the Philippine anthem. How--though today it has been disregarded and maybe even desecrated--it brought Filipinos to tears when it was first played the time Marcos left the Philippines.

Reading all these research materials, I tried to imagine myself in their position.

It seems like it was such a great day to be a Filipino.

How after such a long period of turmoil, of hate, of confusion you finally attain freedom.

How you finally realize you're free.