Isn't it frightening that rape cases are getting higher nowadays? 

Yes, it is not a disease, YET the percentage of it is getting higher and bigger. Many innocent women were killed just because of sinful lust of unethical creatures the devil has created. The problem is that some other girls did not know the proper decorum that must be manifested on them. Short skirts, fitted shirts, yes they may be look good by wearing those kinds of outfits but they are not aware of the devilish things that might happen to them. 

Let us all face the reality that oftentimes, women, they are the ones who give motives to the eyes of those devil creatures. That is why every girl must be very careful in every move they will make and every outfit they will wear. Rape is now a common sickness that is deteriorating our country and kills the dignity of every Filipinos. 

Yes, whether or not to wear skimpy dress, there is no way in justifying rape. There is no one who is exempted to the rule. No one has the right to force other people to have sex and violence. But at this point in time, for us women to be secured, let us not dress as if we want to expose ourselves to the public. We can be beautiful even without showing some skin. 

But those beasts are so evil that even innocent children are being raped by those immoral people. It is hard to accept this reality. They just ended the future that has not started yet. 

Justice is still present, but the presence of immorality is boiling on its highest degree. That is very disappointing. 

REVIVE THIS CHAMBER? This is the view from inside the Philippines' lethal injection chamber at the National Penitentiary in Manila on Jan 9, 2004. File photo by Joel Nito/AFP

According to the Philippine National Police, there were 874 reported cases of rape nationwide from January to March 2014. That amounts to ten people getting raped each day during the first quarter of 2014!


There are two laws that protect Filipinos from rape:

1. Republic Act 8353: The Anti-Rape Law of 1997
2. Republic Act 8505: The Rape Victim Assistance and Protection Act of 1998

Depending on the acts and circumstances, penalties for rapists range from six to forty years. But for me, we should execute those criminals. I believe we should revive death penalty.  I disagree to the The Catholic Bishops' Conference of the Philippines (CBCP) that we shouldn't restore death penalty. People don't think of the consequences of their acts. They just do whatever comes to their minds. I suppose by reviving death penalty, crime will decrease. 

" NATURE- Cheaper than therapy."

30-foot high statue of the Risen Christ 

April 16 of this year, we had a pilgrimage and one of the places we visited was in Monasterio De Tarlac in San Jose, Tarlac. 

Monasterio de Tarlac is where the relic of the Holy Cross can be found. It is placed aloft of the mountain, surrounded by lush greenery, paradoxically to the deathly Calvary which is believed to be where Jesus was crucified. 

Mountainous terrains strike me a lot specially on the way atop of the mountain. I feel like I am riding a roller coaster whenever the slopes are going up or down.

taken at Monasterio de Tarlac

Whenever I see mountains, I feel solitude and calm. I  find pleasure in seeing the greenery and the breeze of the surroundings. Nature provides us fresh air in which I cannot feel when I am in the city. 

I feel I'm close to heavens when I'm atop of the mountain. I think that when I pray, He will clearly understands me and may grant my wish in an instant.

Mountain  for me is a metaphor of life. It has a vast range that we can compare to our lives. We don't know where to end. Going up is hard; there are a lot of distractions and barriers but when we reached the top, the feeling is impeccable.  

Just like life, we sometimes experiences downfalls but with our faith, we can reach our goal and be thankful to the hard comings that because of them we are stronger in facing new tract in our lives. 

my family at the entrance

Did you know?

Some of the highest mountains are at the bottom of the sea. Hawaii is at the top of a volcanic mountain in the Pacific Ocean. More than half the mountain is below water. 

The largest range of mountains is in the Alantic Ocean.

Rhyme Royal, it sounds familiar,

Limerick, No, I'm not speaking of Moby Dick 

LESSON 1:

Did you know that Rhyme Royal is a poem having seven lines with a rhyme scheme of a-b-a-b-b-c-c. It is usually in iambic pentameter. Iamb is a metrical foot that consists of an unstressed syllable followed by a stressed one. Penta means five. Pentameter means in a line there are five metrical feet or five iambs.

How to write a rhyme royal? Maybe a quatrain and a tercet can be a good start ( ab-ab, b-c-c) Here's an example of Rhyme Royal from the stanza Chaucer used in his great Troilus and Criseyde (which he based on Boccaccio's II Filostrato). It consists of seven iambic pentameter lines riming ababbcc.

The double sorwe of Troilus to tellen,               A

That was the kyng Priamus sone of Troye,       B

In lovynge, how his aventures fellen                  A

Fro wo to wele, and after out of joie,                 B

My purpos is, er that I parte fro ye.                   B

Thesiphone, thow help me for t'endite             C

Thise woful vers, that wepen as I write.            C

      (Troilus and Criseyde, Bk 1, 1-7)

Here's my work when I tried to make one =)

COLD YET HOT 

when the darkness comes and we're together

lying on the same bed I used to moan

as you look at me, my heart beats faster

you're whispering something that chills my bone

"you taste so sweet compared to a chiffon"

as you kiss my body, can't barely move

we make love and the bed starts to groove

LESSON 2: 

A limerick is a humorous poem consisting of five lines. The first, second, and fifth lines must have seven to ten syllables while rhyming and having the same verbal rhythm. The third and fourth lines  need to have five to seven syllables, and have to rhyme with each other and have the same rhythm. 

An example of this is below by Lewis Caroll

To Miss Vera Beringer 

There was a young lady of station                     A

"I love man" was her sole exclamation             A

But when men cried, "You flatter"                    B

She replied, "Oh! no matter                               B

Isle of Man is the true explanation"                  A

I also made my own limerick =)

INTENSE

you undo my bra, I felt rush

you kiss my nape, my face gets blush

you touches my body

whispering "hey sexy"

you're above me and in the rush



Do not be afraid of trying something new. Sometimes, you just have to and you will find happiness in it.

There are a lot of ideas around you. You just have to explore, open your eyes and soul. Once you find your spot, start writing. Enjoy life, start a change, feel free to discover the inner you. Delve for something you aim, you thought or believed in.

Love, appreciate, relish life and savor everything in it. Life is full of spices. You just have to encompass every moment. From there, you will find inspirations that you can use in writing.

"Am I better of dead? Am I better of a quitter?" 

These are some lines that caught my attention and made me interested with the song "Nothing" by The Script. 

Have you experienced it? To love and be loved and suddenly things changed between the both of you unexpectedly. It's like you are cut by a knife. Deep inside you're bleeding but no one seems to notice because they were all blinded by the mask you're wearing. They might tell you that "It's okay. Everything's gonna be alright". Yes, very easy as it may seem but the hardest part is like this:

"I'll confess to her I'm still inlove but I heard was nothing. I wanted words but all I heard was nothing"

Can you still manage to hide the pain in instances like this? Well, the silence of a person can kill. It's like you want to explore what she felt and feels about you after you went your seperate ways. You want to know the answers to all your questions you have in your mind. You want to shout to her all your hurts but the hardest part is not even a single word came out of her mouth. The hardest part is that you know you couldn't live without her. Yes, how suicidal it is. Its like your taking your last step and last breath. She became the big part of your life.

I wish that life could be more easy. But the reality is that the more you deal with it, the more it will hurt. The more you remember everything about the two of you, the more she forgets about you. Moving on doesn't mean giving up. Sometimes, it's the best way to say "I love you but I want you to be happy". Letting go is hard. But believe me, time will come that you will forget all the pain. You will learn to forgive and forget. Just learn to deal with it. Do not even show your weakness and tears.

What would you do when you are hurt? Do you really need to cry out loud or just keep all your hurts inside you until suddenly you are barely breathing and feel like dying?

My heart is pumping fast. Am I still in reality? My eyes are filled with tears but no! I will not cry over you! I can still manage to smile to cover up my broken heart. No one even notice the sadness you made, and no one will. They will not even feel the pain you caused me. I'm crying inside and damn! No one could hear it! My heart is dying. Maybe I need you to ease the pain but no, I must learn how to forget you. The things we shared, the way I held you in my arms, the way we kissed and everything about you. I don't know if I will be able to manage the pain. I can't even eat and sleep. I want to shout my hurts but I can't because they all know that I'm strong and no one could ever turn me down.

Now that I'm alone I cry myself to death until it will not hurt anymore. My fist is shaking. I don't think if I can make another night living. This is my last goodbye. I might end up living happily, or you will just blame yourself tomorrow. Goodbye

Some people love rain and for some they don't.  Where do I belong? I hate it when I'm alone.

When I am sad and it is raining I feel like the sky is cying with me. I feel the loneliness it brings. Every rain drop seems to be the every hurt it feels. The thunderstorm symbolizes how lonesome he is, how angry he is to what is happening around him. The more it pour water from the sky the more I can't stop my tears from falling. I hate and love rain when I'm sad. The rain drops cover my tears and I hate it because the ambiance brings melancholy. 

The darkness it brings make me think of the misery that I've been going through. The sound of rain dropping on the roof of the house is the only sound that breaks the silence in my heart. I feel despondent in every fall of the rain. It makes me more downcast when I'm depressed. 

I hate it when its raining and I'm in despair. I am scared with the thunderstorm and no one is there to comfort me from its fearful quaking sound as if it is tearing the sky into pieces. I feel so alone when raining. I remember the nights when his arms are covering me from the crashing sound and from the lightning as if it will strike directly at me.  And then I will realize that I'm on my own now and nobody will care for me and will cover arms to secure me. 

But as what they say, the sun will come out after the rain. Everything will be fine. Everything will fall into perfect place again. The missing puzzle piece will be placed on the right position. The picture will be complete again. 

For you, does rain give you joy or sorrow? 

To my Angel,

      How time fly so fast. I can't imagine that 2 decades had passed since the day you went away. How are you doing there? I hope you are fine. I really miss you. I miss all the things that we do. I hope you are always praying for me. I am sorry I am not there to look for you but I know you can do it on your own, you are stronger than me. Remember that you are the one who taught me to be ardent in life. You taught me to be tough in facing every circumstances that will come through. You always say to me that living life is not easy but you have to be firm and always ask guidance to the Lord above and everything will flow continuously. Like the water in the river, sometimes you will encounter rocks that may cause you to feel struggled but at the end, the water will find its way to its ocean, freely and going along with the grain.

      There is no day, hour, nor minute that I don't think of you. I hope you are happy for me and my family. You said that if you're gone I should continue my life because you want me to love life the way you love it. And because I love you even though the first seconds of that day that I think of you will never coming back is like crashing my heart into pieces, my lungs cannot find its way to catch every breath I take, I still think of the last words you left me, "seize the day".

     I still remember your bewitching smile even though inside of you hurts. I wish I could take all the pain or at least the half of it because seeing you like that is already killing me. But as you said, everything happens for a reason. I come to the point of questioning God why he let this happen to us. You know before I know you I was at distant at God because he once took my love and then here you are saying that mom is happier with Him. But then again he took you away from me. Doesn't he love me? Why all of my loved ones? Why not the bastard criminals and corrupt officials?

       

      After of countless cries and lamenting, I learn to accept that you are now my angel and will always be. I know that God takes you because it will be like hell if he doesn't. There, there will be no pain, no more crying, nor suffering.

       

       There's always a place for you in my heart. You are one of my inspirations why I live. For as long as I exist, your memory will always remain. 

       When life gets too tough, I just look into the sky and think of you.