I Was No Marie Antoinette.

They Call Me Corrupt, Frivolous. I Am Not At All Privileged. Maybe The Only Privileged Thing Is My Face. And Corrupt? God! I Would Not Look Like This If I Am Corrupt. Some Ugliness Would Settle Down On My System.

My Grandchildren Are Growing Up And They Could Not Understand Why The Marcoses Are Still Being Crucified Although We Keep On Telling Them That We Did Not Steal From The Filipino People.

My Dreams Were Always Small And Puny. All I Ever Needed Was A Little House With A Little Picket Fence By The Sea. Little Did I Know That I Would Live In Malacanang Palace For 20 Years And Visit All The Major Palaces Of Mankind. And Then Also Meet Ordinary Citizens And The Leaders Of Superpowers.

Perception Is Real, Truth Is Not. I'm Not Fighting For Money And Possessions. I'm Fighting For Something More Precious. I Pray That As We Enter The Cyber Age -- The Age Of Transparency -- The Facts And The Truth Will Out.

It Is Terribly Important To Do Certain Things, Such As Wear Overembroidered Dresses. After All, The Mass Follows Class. Class Never Follows Mass.