Gretchen reacts to her mom’s last letter (we hope).
1) Ang corny.
2) Crocodile tears? Kailangan ba talaga umiyak?
3) You’re lying na naman. Of course you love publicity.
4) Who wrote your speech?
5) “Maaalala ni Dominique na, my mom never fought. And that’s what’s important to me, Boy. Yun ang important. That’s what I want to leave behind.” (Duwag?? Parang it’s wrong?)
6) She’s back on The Buzz?
7) You had me at Mary Katranzou. I prefer this dress to Toni’s. Or Boy’s.
So here’s the last letter Inday sent to Ricky Lo. (Really hope it’s the last one.)
It was never my intention to prolong it into the World War III level.
I am back for the last time, now the target of vicious lies and allegations, a leading lady to a teleserye of made-up stories.
I was warned that it is hard to win a war against those evil unless one is evil, too.
I should be afraid having no money and power to get legal assistance. Many offered to talk on my behalf, people not related but have been part of and witness to our family life.
And so having no need for a Limping Cockroach* to come out from a hole for a glimpse of light, I stand up unafraid to correct these vicious lies.
You say you respect me. Please don’t—keep it—you need that for yourself. I don’t need respect from someone like you. I have plenty of it from where I come from.
I know who you are, what you are, but you shocked the world at how you could face the camera so professionally comfortable in lying to tell a story of more than 30 years ago as if you were there when it happened, as if you were part and parcel of our household when not even our cats and dogs know you—tsk, tsk, tsk!—lying to the hilt without batting an eyelash. Unless you were coached to read a prepared story.
1) No, Tania, it is never true that Gretchen’s tuition was not paid. School is top priority of our payables.
2) No money for recess and lunch? I don’t even want to dignify you on that since you are not a dignified one.
3) So you saw Gretchen with a bruise of black and blue? Do you want to insinuate that we did that to her? We have no history of violence. Don’t be dramatic. People might ask you to convince them some more and all these events of 30 years ago, huh?
To Mother Lily:
Yes, Mother Dearest, it is true that I was the one who used to pick up Gretchen’s checks because she was a minor, remember? But it is not true what you said that you know that not a cent went to her.
The cents went to pay for:
7) and others (kulang pa).
I hope you understand being a mother, too. And by the way, we still have the contract we signed with you.
To Robbie Tan:
Thank you, Robbie, for having given Gretchen more work because you thought she needed money for the family.
But for your information and correction, at age 18 she was no longer with us because she was already living in with Joey Loyzaga and our family was already in Iloilo. We did not use her money, period, same way you made good business from the projects you made for her. More power to you.
For the last time on Gretchen being the bread winner, this much I can say: How can she be when her father and I were alive and still are?
Accusations and lies that I want to address:
• Gretchen sent her siblings to school? Three of them were already out of school when she joined show business at age 14. The projects she had when she was still under my care were never enough to pay for our:
3) food on the table
4) pay for the schooling—all of them on that meager income?
• The bill for Mr. Barretto’s first heart attack was paid for from a health insurance. The second heart attack that required a bypass, yes, was paid by Tonyboy Cojuangco, something which Gretchen never made us forget. I went to the billing section to settle the bill. I was told that it had already been paid from a PLDT account.
We are eternally grateful to Tony for that sincere generosity.
Gretchen, yes, I am letting you go to set you free from the burden of being a part of our family.
Whatever else you want to exact from us to buoy up your portrayal of a damsel in distress that got you the sympathy and brought you to where you are now? Be happy. At least from this squabble, the truth has finally come out from the talks that have been going on behind our backs about you being an abused child admitted by you when you made sumbat through what you made Jayjay sign.
Thank you that we are able to correct the lies before dad and I close our eyes and give back to your father the dignity he deserves for he really is an honest and principled person.
Again, for your sake, to remind you with no apologies for the lack of classy cars, bodyguards and bling-blings, our house, our home was what gave you these: A roof over your head, food in your stomach, clothes on your back and the love and care that you think is lacking when you were a nobody and had nothing. God be with you, as He is with us, now that the truth has set us free. (Signed) Inday Barretto
*Special thanks to Ana Zamora for the limping cockroach drawing.
Hopefully, Gretchen Barretto’s contrived speech in yesterday’s The Buzz will be the last we’ll hear of the Barretto saga.
But before we post the video, many people have been asking, what exactly triggered the very public family feud?
It seems to have started in the jeje’s new social medium, Instagram.
Instagram used to be a cool and novel app, until it became available to Android, and was no longer exclusive to better educated Apple users (no offence, I am an Android user too).
As early as April 13, I became aware of the brewing Barretto feud when Fashion Pulis posted these screen caps which are no longer existing on Instagram.
Gretchen was apparently reacting to a troll’s Instagram hating on her niece Julia.
Gretchen seemed to assume the troll was none other than her youngest sister Claudine.
These comments triggered the official war when their mother Inday pledged allegiance to Claudine in an open letter published in Ricky Lo’s column in the Philippine Star.
When I was a kid, we used to hang at my dad’s music room and listen to The Carpenters and Sergio Mendes on his hifi stereo, with matching bulky headphones.
When I was older, I’d hear his Frank Sinatra and Sarah Vaughan from his hi-tech speakers, till I ended up borrowing his CDs and knowing the songs by heart.
Now my dad simply gives me an iPod with thousands of his songs. I love Tony Bennett and Burt Bacharach along with Tears For Fears and Depeche Mode.
This summer my sons have been hanging out in my room the whole day, playing Minecraft. So I started playing Tears For Fears music videos, to hopefully brainwash them into liking my kind of music. 🙂
I told them I nearly married Roland Orzabal—the one my son Ben described as “buck-toothed.” LOL
I was kidding of course.
“But mommy, don’t you find him ugly?”
“No. I really don’t. Talent is better than beauty. Besides, beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” I said.
My husband just shook his head.
To add to that craziness, I do the Mad World dance, which never fails to make Markus, 9, crack up.
Then there’s the Change dance which is like a mini-workout
Ben and I then fell into a discussion when I told him Tears For Fears was the greatest band on earth. He quickly said they can’t be because Psy it.
I was horrified. I cannot stand Psy anything.
“His music is insignificant,” I told Ben. “It’s just a fad song. It won’t matter years from now.”
But how can you explain that to an 11-year-old who knows that Psy has the numbers. His YouTube channel alone has 2,572,486,091 views as of this minute, while Tears For Fears doesn’t even have an official YouTube channel.
How sad if you compare this:
I know. I can’t win.
But I’m not gonna stop until they start humming along. Then we move on to Depeche Mode, Lotus Eaters, etc…