Aguinaldo shrine is in kawit, small town in cavite, one hour from south of manila. He is considered the 1st president of the Philippines republic.
The romance of the Filipino politics is so much to discern, the who's who's of the political arena, who's the bad guy who's the good, the gangsters' drama played out on the top rated minds, the assassinations, the winner-take-all terms, the wretched, the common people and the most wealthy and powerful honchos.....
Marathon man had a dream...there's this big bang, it blew away everything thing in total annihilation, the uptightness, the nervousness, the hyperness, the uneasiness, the discomfort, the blocked nose, the running nose, the watery eyes, the achy bones,the sour eyes, all that made marathon like going thru a big torment(without knowing whether it would ever get back to normal). The nite came with a one-theme dream - very much into the mood of sleep. Wake up a few times, and went back to the same dream.
The next morning came and off to tarlac they went after a hearty breakfast in mc donald in baclaran where the market place was ever so busy - there were a lot of fond memories of this humanly active, lively place.
Tarlac is the home town of the aquinoes. They dropped by the Virgin Mary grotto in bamban, climbing up many steeply step and when they reached the grotto, the view of the surrounding was breath taking, dominated by the bamban bridge and mt arayat.
Then they pulled over along the road for a all-u-can-eat 99 peso buffet. After filling their stomachs, the continued on into tarlac city to San Sebastian church, the provincial capitol, the ninoy aquino sitting statue in the around-about island beside the Filipino army camp.
Then they visited the capas national shrine which was built to commemorate thousands of filipino men and women who died during the WWII.
They visited his fren's brother's house in the navy camp. Instead of lodging in angeles city, they decided to check in jason's inn near by, which cost 600 peso per half day.....
And marathon man was happy that, the day passed by as roughly planned..... anytime when the plan turns into reality, though not perfect, it gives the planner the satisfaction of being in control of his own fate......
But how can some one control his own fate? if it's his fate, it's his fate!watch video here
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