House of Memory

Dearest, I feel like I haven't been, for awhile, at rest. Lately, I don't feel myself that much at my best. In this world, that just how the way of things, I guess. Life, yes, it's sucks-- one moment it's like a gritty urban drama, then shortly after, it shifts into a sidesplitting jest. Resembling that kind of splendid view of an erupting volcano, a beautiful disaster, but would turn into some kind of an old-time mess. I guess, it is a quest or a test, to take that sea with nothing but a vest. So, yes, step in to the world dressed with spirit and zest. Greatly, Dearest.

Ilang araw na mababaw ang luha siguro ilang araw na ring kasing pinipigilan ang pag-iyak nakakulong lang sa dibdib an bigat na nararamdaman ang hirap buhatin nakakasakal sa lalamunan parang may pighating nakabara roon gusto kumawala pero tinitikom na lang ang bibig para hindi umimpit ang sakit na ilang araw nang binobote ng nagpapanggap na tapang. lihim na tumatakas ang luha minsan tuwing walang tao at nakapirmi ang titig sa kawalan minsan tulala tinatanaw ang mga alaala na sana kayang buhayin ng pagmumuni-muni. nasan ka na kaya Nay? sumisikip ang dibdib tuwing iniisip na marahil naglalakbay ka lang mag-isa... tinatawag ang mga pangalan namin pero hindi na abot ng boses mo ang mundong nalisan mo na at ang sakit na isipin na hindi na kita makikita tuwing umaga paggising ko hindi ka na hihingi sa akin ng pabor na isabay ang kape mo sa pagtimpla ko hindi na kita masusubuan muli ng kanin at hiniwa-hiwang saging hindi mo na kami makukulit at patutulugin sa gabi... Nay, nasan ka na. Umi

There's a reason why, for the first time in a very long while, I have to post something here on my account. Doing this so, I expect that this would reach that particular person whom this post is for. Perhaps people would consider the thought of me confronting the person involved through a personal message instead of making him like a blind item like this, however, he has gone extreme already– beyond what I could imagine, and not naming him is my way of dismissing his existence because a person like him doesn't deserve to be called by his name, but with names like HYPOCRITE, COWARD, AND TRASH. Yesterday, I was greeted by Mama's puffy eyes as she went home from her duty in barangay. I thought it was a usual day for her, but when she went to me fighting off that weep of tears in her eyes... I almost cried. She told me about this person who, for more than a year already, has been targeting her with sexist and rude remarks. I tried to brush it off as I thought "What can I