#gunita

[simvanie]

7 Sins Legacy - generation 4 (pride)

Supriya's wedding dress arrived in time for the wedding and it was better than she could have ever imagined. The wedding took place in Myshuno Meadows central park that had been completely transformed to accommodate one of the biggest weddings in this legacy so far. They had invited over 30 guests (which is quite a lot in sims terms, because imagine trying to get all these guests to behave when you just want your sims to get married), and by the time everyone had arrived and was sort of seated, the sun was already setting. But this turned out the best scenario because the sunset made the sky turn all shades of pink an purple. It was dark at the end of the ceremony when the fireworks went off which just looked amazing.

[delfindakila]

MONIE DOMER Gunita, pangulay na tinutubigan sa papel na arkos #artPH

[kafkasmelomania]

May 12, 2023: “Gunita” by End Street

End Street submitted this song to Unite Asia with a write-up explaining the backstory of the song. They wrote it to commemorate the passing of their friend Eric JP, who was a virtuosic guitarist, much beloved in the local music scene, and an all-around great guy. You can read about him and the song his friends wrote for him and watch the accompanying music video here: https://uniteasia.org/pop-punk-band-end-street-release-new-song-passing-band-member-philippines/.

(via https://open.spotify.com/album/5UIToIdWcygBBb97aba8A5?si=vHiOzI47RJG03a2HMwYNYA)

[denizthe]

Gunita Freimane

[eurovision-revisited]

Eurovision 2006 - Number 8 - 2 Pieces of Cake - "Bring the Sun"

When I first heard this I wondered what on Earth it was. It's a mix of a mid-1980s throw-away art-pop experiment and some dirty indie guitars deciding they want to get involved with the chorus. There's the air of mysteriousness only a flag video of a band with no name recognition can bring too. Are 2 Pieces of Cake a one-off bedroom based teenage idea or an offshoot of another more established group who have decided to separate their more serious brand from either Eurovision or whatever this is?

It took me a while to find out. None of the listed names associated with this on Eurovision websites have any other name recognition anywhere. Google 2 Pieces of Cake and you're only getting cake recipes and cafés. The listed song-writer, Ēriks Bubko, does bring some hits on YouTube for a band called Finx whose videos garner single-digit viewing figures currently.

Buried deep in the four or five albums in one called Райский сад (Garden of Eden) which has a track on it called Bring the Sun. Corporate distribution strip mining back catalogues for uploads occasionally does bring rewards - I hope Finx are compensated. They are a band who in their day (mid 2000s) achieved several Latvian radio airplay number ones albeit not with any huge critical approval nor sales.

It turns out that 2 Pieces of Cake are two members of Finx, specifically song-writer and band member Guntis Dūmiņš (also known as just DJ for the purposes of programming drum machines) and singer Gunita Ozola. Their other output is in Russian and English and is a little more conventionally synth-based Europop. They would have entered in 2005, but Gunita was pregnant and in 2006 only two of the band seemed to want to go for it - hence the new name.

Bring the Sun is by their regular composer Gints Stankevičs while Ēriks Bubko turns out to be the lyricist only. It's a silly curate's egg of synth lines and rock alongside a processed vocal backing of affected 'ta-ta-ta's. The lyrics concern a relationship with one partner who's cheating and wants more or wants out, but doesn't seem to be too interested in Gunita. Though to be fair, she doesn't seem to be too interested in them anyway. She wants to strike out on her own. Goodbye boy.

For all it's artiness and muddled instrumentation, I can't help but love it. The first time I heard it I was addicted no matter how janky it is. There's something in it that appeals to me through the Latvian flag and scratches the itchiest of earworms, bringing relief with every listen.

Obviously it didn't qualify from its semi-final. I have no idea how it appeared on stage, but the jury placed it seventh and the televote eighth, putting it way outside the qualification zone. There was no more output from 2 Pieces of Cake.

Finx however continued. There are between four and six albums (I think) as well as several radio friendly singles. Gunita left the band for good in 2008/9 and they replaced her with a new vocalist Marta Kukarane.

From the same album that Bring the Sun eventually appeared on, here's Gone by Finx.

[kwaderno84]

[gunita-blog24]

[0jamajos]

"Metroscene Mag warmly celebrates the Bayanihan spirit brought to life through music of P-pop boy group Alamat. We hope to capture not just ALAMAT’s aesthetic but also their spirit—the bayanihan of storytelling through music, fashion, and culture. This is gunita at hiraya realized, a vision with ALAMAT. "

https://www.metroscenemag.com/2024/11/gunita-at-hiraya-heartbeat-of-alamats.html

[lxkeeeee]

「GUNITA」 Scaramouche x GN! Reader —memory, recollection

synopsis: thunder rumbles in the distance, soft pitter patter of rain hitting the cold cement sidewalk, the reflection of the street light can be seen on the puddle forming everywhere. Two strangers sharing an umbrella as they wait for the bus the cold evening winds making them shiver—this specific scene ignites a warmth feeling—a memory perhaps?

genre: Reincarnation Au, fluff with angst if you squint

warnings: curse words, mentions of death and trauma (past life)

Scaramouche groaned in annoyance as he has been waiting underneath the large tree by the street—waiting for the bus, it has been hours since his shift at the cafe ended, the sun had already set hours ago and he can see dark grey clouds starting to form.

“shit, I forgot to bring my umbrella.” he mutters underneath his breath, cursing himself for insisting it wouldn't rain today.

Kazuha had already left awhile ago as both of his moms picked him up, he offered him a ride home but he insisted that he would be fine in just taking the bus and in which the latter respected his wishes and bid him farewell.

He scoffed at the memory, deeply regretting not accepting the offer—he puts on his headphones, taking out his phone and eventually choosing a song—come inside of my heart by IV of SPADES started to play, and shoving his hands and along with his phone into the pocket of his dark black pants. Scaramouche didn't really like listening to romance songs but he just decided to give this song a try since he kept hearing it on social media.

As he stood there, under the night sky filled with dark and thunderous clouds, headphones blasting with music, he's getting more annoyed by the second—He could just call his aunt to pick him up but he prefers not to see the smug look of Nahida that she was right that it was gonna rain and he insisted it would not due to how sunny the morning was.

He felt a soft tap on his shoulder, then another and another.

“unfuckingbelievable.” he grumbles under his breath, “Good thing both my phone and headphones are waterproof.” he mutters to himself as he felt his clothes starting to get wet—his loose white polo shirt starting to have wet stains from the rain, thunder can be heard in the distance.

You gently rearrange the flowers that was displayed on the windows, watering them to their required amount, you passed by the glass door of the shop and you flipped the open sign to closed. You smiled to yourself, proud of the accomplishment you have done for the day.

Your eyes traveled to the numerous plants inside your shop, a warmth feeling in your heart to see them grow so healthy and beautifully. You gently removed your gardening gloves and put them to where you usually store it, a small bead of sweat trailing down at the side of your face—quickly using your arm to wipe them off.

“Alright, it's time to close the shop.” you mutter to yourself.

On Sundays you worked at your very own flowershop and during Mondays until Saturdays you worked at your clinic—specifically a vet and during that time you have workers doing your work at the flowershop and you'll take their shift during late afternoons. You just love growing your own flowers and vegetables and be able to sell them to the people and watch their eyes glint in awe and admiration for something that your very hands grew—it fills your heart with pride and joy.

You grabbed your bag—along with your phone, wallet, umbrella, and keys before eventually closing the shop, your eyes noticing the dark grey clouds forming and eventually seeing soft pitter patter of rain hitting the ground. You smiled softly to yourself, “At least the plants outside can get water.” before opening up your umbrella and began walking towards the bus stop. Their shoes making small taps against the cement sidewalk, their eyes occasionally looking the ripples in the small puddles created by the rain, the street lights casting a shadow over their body as they passed by multiple buildings. Their eyes landed into the big tree where the bus stop sign is at, “They seriously needed to build a small waiting shed there.” they mutter to themselves before their eyes landed into...a person?

They thought to themselves, eyes squinting to get a better view, the person was soaked—their once loose white polo shirt has been completely wet to the point they can see the undershirt underneath it, their hair dripping wet and is that a headphone?

They winced, the person looked like they've been there for awhile now.

You sighed to yourself as you slowly approached the the male with your umbrella in hand.

He didn't seem to notice you, his eyes closed and you can hear the song that was playing on his headphones.

Is he asleep? You thought to yourself, feeling pity for the guy before eventually sharing your umbrella with him, the rain finally stopped hitting the male and started to hit on the soft rubber material of the umbrella.

Your eyes continued to examine the guys features and you would be lying to yourself if you didn't find him attractive.

He has been here for archons how long, he stopped caring that he got wet a few minutes ago, he decided to get lost into the music as the rain continued to pour, some of his dark indigo hair getting into his face.

Alam mo ba kung pano nahulog sayo, naramdaman lang bigla ng puso¹ the singer of the song he was listening to sang, he just got lost into the moment. He got lost in his thoughts when suddenly the soft taps of the rain hitting his body stopped, at first he thought the rain had stopped pouring but he knew it didn't as he could still hear the tapping of raindrops hitting something rubber?

He opened his left eye and his soft indigo eyes finally seeing a person standing next to him sharing their umbrella.

Usually he would grumble in annoyance or perhaps curse at the person if a stranger did this but surprisingly he did not, his eyes scanning the feature of the person next to him—finding familiarity in those [e/c] eyes of theirs and how they looked at him in concern and for a brief moment he felt warm despite the wet and cold shirt he was wearing that disgustingly stick into his skin.

He wanted to know that the stranger knew that he acknowledged their presence, “Thank you.” he softly mutters, briefly surprised by himself before eventually managing his cool.

You nodded at him as you continue to hold the umbrella between the two of you.

Isayaw mo ako, (Trans: dance with me,)

Sa gitna ng ulan mahal ko, (in the middle of the rain my love,)

Kapalit man nito'y buhay ko, (in exchange for my life,)

Gagawin ang lahat para sayo, (I would do everything for you,)

Alam kong mahal mo na rin ako. (I know that you loved me too.)

There was oddly familiarity in this scene and unknowingly both of you knew that, de ja vu perhaps?

Both of you stood so close to each to share a single umbrella, his cold wet sleeves against their own dry ones, he mutters a soft “Sorry for that.” and they just replied with “Don't worry about it.”

Scaramouche just nodded before he felt himself slowly get lost into the music again and [y/n] noticed and they just smiled, “I'll tell you when the bus comes.” and Scaramouche just nodded.

As he closed his eyes, a memory flashed into his mind.

“Archons it's starting to rain.” a familiar person says and he just rolled his eyes as he noticed their glinting [e/c] eyes staring at his hat.

“No [y/n] sweetheart, I am not going to share my hat.” he scoffed and they just whined as small pear shaped items started to form as the rain hit the green jewelry on their hip.

“Please, please, pleasee I'm starting to create bloom reactions and it doesn't hurt much but it's pretty annoying.” they whined and the harbinger just rolled their eyes, “Ugh this bitch, you're lucky I love you.” he mutters in annoyance as he urges the other to shelter under his large hat.

“I love you too, Kunikuzushi.”

His eyes snapped wide open, as his soft indigo eyes immediately landed on to the stranger next to him their hand typing away on their phone and the other holding the umbrella. He can recall that both the person in his memory and the one outside his mind are the same person. He can feel his heart thumped loudly against his ribcage.

Your eyes left your screen—[e/c] eyes against soft indigo ones.

The male can feel his mouth drying as he felt a certain longing for you, his heart arched unexplainably. Why is he reacting like this to you? A mere stranger sharing their umbrella to him.

Despite the words he just said on his mind, he knew that somehow and someway both of you knew each other, both of you were connected with one another.

He wants to say something but they might think he just lost his sanity while waiting for the bus for god knows how long and speaking of bus where the fuck is it? It's been like 2 hours already—it was actually just almost an hour.

“Is there something wrong?” you asked as you noticed the male staring at you for some time now, you didn't mind it though—actually you do mind because who wouldn't mind if an extremely attractive person was staring at you? But despite that, he somehow looks familiar, you feel your heart tugging it's strings telling you something. The way it ached as you admired his features, everything about him look so familiar as if you've met him years ago.

Archons your voice is so smooth, he noted. He swallowed the lump in his throat and you noticed how his adams apple bobbed up and down. “Sorry, I got lost in thought. I just thought that you kind of looked familiar despite just meeting for the first time.” he says, voice hoarse as he felt his heart thumped very loudly against his chest. “Sorry, I know it's weird but why do I have a feeling that I somehow knew you?”

Oh great and late barbatos, this man is so fine, you thought to your head before giving the man with a soft smile. “No worries, I get it. I've been getting that feeling when I saw you too. Like I've known you for awhile now.”

Scaramouche smiled, accidentally surprising himself the second time during that day, “My name is Kunikuzushi but usually I go by Scaramouche.” he introduces himself and you nodded, heart thumping as you heard his name—it sounds so familiar, a certain longing in your heart, an urge to just embrace him but you shook away those thoughts as you opt to smile at him, “It is a pleasure to meet you Scaramouche, my name is [y/n].”

Scaramouche's eyes widen when you said your name, warmth enveloping his body, heart thumping wildly against his ribcage. Hearing you say your own name brought so many emotions in him. He wants to hold you and never let you go again. He felt like he had lost you before but now he found you once more.

“It is also a pleasure to meet you [y/n].” he softly says and they nodded, his soft indigo eyes landed on their hand that was holding the umbrella. “Would you like it if I hold the umbrella?” he asked and the other just shake their head, “It's fine, I can handle it.” they say and Scaramouche shook his head, “Please let me, it's the least I could do.” and [y/n] sighs before gently giving the male the umbrella they were holding. Scaramouche held the umbrella and made sure both of them didn't get wet from the rain, the winds making both of them shiver. In the corner of his eye he can see the other typed away on their phone—he just looked away to respect their privacy.

A few minutes have passed and still no sign of the bus arriving.

“My friend is about to pick me up in a few minutes, do you like it if you want to hitch a ride with us?” the other spoke softly, there's just something about the two of them under the rain sharing an umbrella that feels intimate or maybe Scaramouche is going insane.

He shakes his, “Thank you for the kind offer but I prefer not to wet your friend's car seat.” he says as he gestures to his really wet clothes. The other just looked at him in guilt, “Sorry, I forgot.” they say and he chuckles, “Fret not, I can wait a few more minutes and if push comes to shove I'm gonna ask my friends to pick me up.” he says and the other just nodded, “If so, please take my umbrella. I don't want you to stay underneath the rain. It might make you sick.” they say.

“Thank you, I'll return it to you. May I perhaps ask for your number so I can schedule when I could return it and also perhaps if you want to get dinner sometime?” he asks, uncharacteristically hopeful for a mere thing as a phone number but fuck it.

Scaramouche noticed how the other's face turned a shade of red underneath the street light and he silently chuckles, not knowing with his own blush coated cheeks.

The other nodded and their hand immediately scrambled to their pockets to look for your wallet—your long and slender hands found it and began to look for a specific card.

“Aha!” you cheered softly and Scaramouche could just chuckle at your excited self, he watched as you handed him a card, his eyes scanned the letters—and it was a business card, filled with your name, number, email, social media and shop address.

He smiled before taking out his phone—you watched him type your number and see him typed and sent a message to it. Your phone dinged, you opened to see an unfamiliar number.

09×××××××××: hey, this is scaramouche.

You quickly saved it and gave the male a smile. “Let's go out for dinner next time.” you winked and it made the other blush lightly and you chuckled despite the loud beating of your heart and the warmth of your cheeks.

Somewhere around the the distance you noticed a familiar car approaching where both of you stood.

“It seems my ride is here, are you really sure don't want to give you a ride?” You asks and the other just nodded, “Yeah, I think I'll be fine.”

The car halted on where you stood and the car window slid down and to reveal a familiar Funeral Parlor Director.

“Yoohoo! What a bunch of wet kittens you two are.” the brown haired female said and you rolled your eyes at her, “Hey, Hu.” you greeted and the other just wink, “Hey,hey!” before closing the window again and the click of the car door can be heard.

You turned to look at Scaramouche, “Text me once you get home okay? And please be safe.” You say not really wanting to leave him alone in the rain.

The other just smiled, “Same as you, do text me if you got home safe.” and you nodded.

Scaramouche carefully guided you towards the car door, making sure you didn't get wet, you waved goodbye to him and he let a small wave in return.

His soft indigo eyes watched the figure of the car slowly disappears into the distance.

A few minutes later a soon saw a bus approaching where he stood and mutters underneath his breath, fucking finally.

Scaramouche was annoyed it took a goddamn sweet time to get here but it was eased up since he got to meet you.

He closed the umbrella before he boarded the bus, the conductor just giving him a side eye and he just deadpans before choosing a seat at the back.

He mindlessly scrolled through his social media before a ding can be heard and a notification appeared at the top of his screen.

[y/n] : I got home safely, how about you? Are you still waiting for the bus?

Scaramouche smiled before typing a reply.

[Scaramouche]: don't worry, the bus arrived a few minutes you guys left.

He typed and sent and another ding can be heard a few seconds later.

[y/n] : thank archons, please get home safe<3

Seeing the heart symbol made his flutter, he shook his head before typing his reply.

[Scaramouche] : I will, don't worry. I'll talk to you later<3

He typed and sent and another ding can be heard.

[y/n] : alright! Travel safe. See you later!

Scaramouche smiled before turning off his phone as he continues to listen to some music.

a/n: omg I'm so proud of this oneeee, I might make it into mini series of what the two would usually do when they hung outtt and I might try making it into a smau a little bittt. But anyways there's probably another part for this. THIS HAS BEEN BASED OFF ON SOMEONES IDEA [the one tagged]

tags: @baelloraa

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[simvanie]

7 Sins Legacy - generation 4 (pride)

It was Yasmine's birthday and Supriya had invited the entire family to celebrate together in their backyard. Luckily this time I was able to change everyone's outfits without the game crashing. Everyone had a good time at the party, and Indira even showed up with a surprise because it turned out that she is pregnant!

[annexca]

#165

Sa pag-alala, dala ko ang kahapon

Lahat ng tinago't pati na ang tinapon

Sa pag-alala, dala ko ang sakit

Pasan ko ang lungkot pati na ang pait

Sa pag-alala, nais kong makalimot

Nais kong maging manhid, matapos ang takot

Sa pag-alala, ayaw kitang alalahanin

Mga gunita, sa kalawaka'y palalayain

Sa pag-alala, hindi na luluha

Matapang na sisindihan ang kandila

Sa pag-alala, hindi na aasa

Muli pang madarama ang 'yong presensiya

- SA PAG-ALALA

[thegyudguy]

Kabataang Pilipino Para sa Matatag na Kinabukasan ng Bagong Pilipinas

Sa puntong ito, nais ko munang iparating ang aking taos-pusong pasasalamat sa bumubuo ng Paaralang ito, magmula sa punong-guro, mga guro, ang aking ina, at mga katuwang sa pamamalakad upang maayos na maiparating ang edukasyon sa ating mga mag-aaral. Pasasalamat sapagkat ako ang napili ninyong makapiling ng mga mag-aaral na magsisipagtapos ngayong araw upang magbigay inspirasyon at kaunting leksyon hango sa aking mga sariling karanasan sa aking pagtahak sa karera at buhay na aking kinapapalooban.

Bago ang lahat, nais ko sanang iatas sa inyong mga magsisipagtapos na lingunin ninyo ang inyong mga katabi, ang inyong mga kaklase, mga itinangi, mga nakasamaan ng loob at mga naging kaibigan. Ngitian. Tanguan. Marahang kurutin. Tapikin sa balikat. At pasalamatan. Sa dami ng hamon gaya ng pandemya at ng pagbabago ng klima, hindi biro ang inyong naging pakikibaka upang makarating kayo rito kasama nila. Minsan lang tayong magiging bata. At sa pagiging bata natin unang matututuhan ang mga mahahalagang leksyon sa ating buhay, gaya ng pagiging mabuti, kasipagan, pakikipag kawanggawa, at pagiging magalang. At sa pagtulong humulma ng mga katangiang ito, napakalaking respeto ang sa palagay ko’y dapat igawad sa ating mga guro. Isama ninyo na ring tunghayan at batiin sila na siyang naging pangalawang magulang ninyong tumutulong pumanday sa inyo bilang tao. Higit sa pagbibiro, ngunit magmula pagkabata nang sila ay mag-aaral pa lamang, hanggang sa pagreretiro, hindi na nila iniwan ang paaralang gaya nito. Isipin nyo nalang kung gaano nila kamahal ang kanilang trabaho at kinakaya nilang pakibagayan at pagtyagaan ang iba’t ibang ugali ng mga batang kagaya ninyo. There is no better personification of passion than that of the teachers.

Simulan natin ang ating munting kwentuhan sa Pangarap. Noong panahon na ako ang magtatapos, kasama na rin ng aking mga kamag-aaral at mga kaibigan na nakikinig sa guest speaker sumagi na rin sa aking kaisipan kung ano kaya ang pakiramdam ng magtagumpay? Kaakibat din nito ang aking kagustuhang umangat kahit kaunti sa buhay. Kaming pamilya, kahit guro na ang aking ina, ay nakapisan lamang sa isang maliit na silid na halos katabi ng kanal na tuwing lumalakas ang ulan, walang pinipiling oras, pumapasok ang tubig at banlik sa aming hiram na tahanan. Ako, bilang sa sahig natutulog, hindi maiwasang magising na dinadampian na ng tubig baha ang aking katawan. Sa mga pagkakataong ganito, nabubuo sa aking gunita ang mga mumunting pangarap. Pinapatatag tayo ng mga ganitong pagsubok upang kahit ano pa mang dumating sa hinaharap kaya nating malampasan at mapagtagumpayan. Taasan at damihan natin ang ating mga pangarap, at palagiang piliting makamit ang mga ito. Pinagarap kong magkaroon kami ng sariling tahanan at hindi naman ako binigo ng tadhana. Iyan ay isa lamang yan sa aking mga pangarap na unti-unti kong tinutupad. The best part of dreaming is living in it.

Sa parehong tahanan pinapanday ng aking mga magulang lalo na ang aking ina, ang aking sarili sa pag-aaral. Sa murang edad, ipinaintindi nila sa akin ang kahalagahan ng pag-aaral. Tuwing pagsusulit, kinakailangang gumising nang madaling araw para lamang balikan ang mga napag-aralan, sauluhin ang mga pormulang gagamitin sa sipnayan at marami pang paraan upang mapanatili o mapaganda pa ang aking estado sa silid aralan. Naging kinatawan din ako sa ilang paligsahan noong ako nasa edad nyo pa lamang. Nadala ko siguro ang sipag sa pag-aaral hanggang sa pagkuha ng lisensya bilang isang Certified Public Accountant. Ang masasabi ko lamang, higit sa saya ng pagtatagumpay, ang sayang makitang ipinagmamalaki ka ng iyong mga magulang. Paunlarin ang iyong sariling kakayahan. Palaguin ang inyong kaalaman, palagiing maging mausisa sa mga bagay sa ating buhay at pagbutihin ang pag-aaral. Malayo ang mararating ng taong nagsusumikap sa buhay. Surrender yourself to the hardships of today for the betterment of your future.

Sa parehong panahon ng pagsusumikap ninyo para abutin ang inyong mga pangarap, huwag hayaang lumipas ang oras na hindi kayo nagsasaya. Magpakatotoo sa sarili at huwag hayaang kulungin ng pagtingin ng ibang tao ang iyong kakayahan. Maigsi lamang ang buhay upang punuin lamang ng panghihinayang. Palagiang ipamalas ang galing at lalo pa itong linangin. Kagaya ko, kung hindi ako masigasig sa pag-aayos ng mga proseso sa trabaho, hindi ako aangat sa posisyong kinalalagyan ko. Mataas pa ang aking pangarap, at lalo ko pang pinagbubutihan. Ang paglalakbay tungo sa tagumpay ay malimit na mahirap, mahiwaga, at hindi sigurado, gayunpaman, ito ang isa sa pinakamasayang parte ng pag-abot ng ating tagumpay, sapagkat kapag tayo ay nahihirapan, doon natin nararanasan ang pag-ibig, pagtutulungan at pagkakaibigan. Pahalagahan natin ang mga ito sapagkat maaaring minsan lang dumating sa buhay natin ang mga bagay kagaya nito. Enjoy the trail as much as you enjoy the summit.

Sa pagtatapos, nais ko sanang bigyang importansya ang ating pagiging Pilipino. Sa pagtupad natin ng ating kanya-kanyang pangarap, kasabay nito ang pag-unlad ng ating bayan. Bilang isang kawani ng pamahalaan, hanggang sa abot ng aking makakaya, pinipilit kong maisabuhay ang mga pagpapahalaga sa aming kagawaran. Dahil dito, unti-unti naisaayos ang proseso ng aming opisina, nagawaran din kami ng pagkilala dahil sa isang atas na aming nagawa. Ito ang aking munting ambag, kalakip ng mga pagtatagumpayan pa namin sa hinaharap, para sa ikauunlad ng bayan. Sama-sama tayong mangarap sa isang matatag, maginhawa at panatag na buhay bilang isang bansa. Iisa lang ang ating bayang Pilipinas. Ipagmalaki natin ito, mahalin at pangalagaan. Maraming salamat po.

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Source: "EDSA 1986: Mga Tinig ng Himagsikan." ABS-CBN, 2006.

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