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.

My Virgo, you know I can't resist you
Happiness is there even if the sky isn't blue
I know it may sound cliche
But really there are words I can't barely say




You know how much I love you
Though sometimes we have different hue
Sometimes in red, sometimes in blue
But no matter what, I stayed with you




Red is Cupid and Haides
Fiery in love or hate
Passionate kisses in the morning
Bloody fist in the evening















Blue is serenity and depression
Soltitude and peace may arise
But  when the storm comes
The feeling is aloof and ambigous

Green is trust and jealousy
If you love you should have faith baby
Suspiciously or solicitously
Envy should not receive victory






Yellow is hope and cowardice
You must believe that it will work out nice
Do not be afraid of the upcomings sweety
For I will always be right next to you sneaky

Violet is inspiration and immaturity
Your childishness motivates me
To explore life and live to the fullest
To indulge ourselves to the best.







Every color has a meaning and one color may signify a meaning or more. Just like in love, everyday may not be merry for sometimes you may feel like worry. Life is like riding in a roller coaster or Ferris wheel, sometimes you're up, sometimes you're down. But what matters most is that you enjoy every ups and downs and the in betweens. Let the butterflies stay in your stomach and appreciate the unexplainable feeling for you do not know if you will experience it once more.

Value the ones who loves you and do not take them for granted. Show them that you care before it's too late. Do not let your doubts conquer you. Just have faith and hope that there will always be the one up there, who will guide you in every decision that you will do.

What is heavier, a kilo of nail or a kilo of cotton? 

They have the same weight right? One is equal to one no matter what the thing is being weighted. 

What's the difference between stealing millions or billions of pesos in the society's fund and stealing your neighbor's cellphone? Nothing! Because the point is the act of stealing. 

The one who got caught stealing in a drug store  was sent into jail. He was asked why he did that and he said he did not have a choice because his child was dying and was needing the medicine but unfortunately they did not have money to buy it so he stole the drug to save his son's life but still he needs to face the consequence of his action no matter how good the intention was. He was with the ones who killed barbarously and all the criminals that you could ever imagine.  

He was being punished according to what he had done. So here's my point, what is the difference between those criminals and the senators who both did the same mistake? Why are those senators receiving this kind of "special treatment"? They are all accused of enriching themselves through kickbacks from their ghost projects under the Priority Development Assistance Fund (PDAF).

Are they being accomodated much more than the other inmates at the Camp Crame? Why should they be separated from the other inmates? Should they be jailed in ordinary cells along with the others?

As what I have said, no matter how big or small it is, how good or bad the intension is, a sin will always be a sin and all sins are punishable by the law of human and law of God. 

We have laws so that we can have orderliness in the society and whoever disobeys the law must received proper punishment regardless of the position you have in the society. 

“Laws are spider webs through which the big flies pass and the little ones get caught.” ― Honoré de Balzac

 

"Happy Birthday!"

One of the bithday celebrations that I will not ever forget was April 26, 1998. 

It was late evening when my mom and dad asked us to prepare ourselves because we were going to River park. I was so excited because as a kid I always want to have a ride and go anywhere. 

My hair was covering my face as the wind blew it. The moon was so bright and at its full cirlce. It lightens the park aside from the yellow posts from the riverbanks. We sat on the bench near the river and we saw a man selling dirty icecream so I asked mom to buy some for us. 

Mom said that the icecream was already the food for my birthday. I saw her teary eyes and I did not know why. Maybe she was sad because unlike any other birthday celebrations, mine was not that like the expensive ones. 

At the back of my mind, I wanted to say that it's okay because what matters most was the memory of sharing another life with them and honestly I was and will always be thankful because I know how she sacrificed for her family and I know that money cannot buy the happiness we had. 

 
I always eat icecream so I will always remember that night and I will always remember how my mom loves me so much.

                   Miracle in Cell No. 7

   I asked my friend about what movies to watch and she mentioned Miracle in Cell No. 7. I asked her about it and she said it was a heartwarming story about father and daughter. She said this movie made her cry so maybe I would cry too, but I said maybe I wouldn't. Last night I can't sleep so I watched this movie on my ipod and guess what, today I got swollen eyes.     

  

This movie revolves around an intellectually challenged father and his loving and adorable daughter. Although mentally unfit, the unconditional love of the father is undeniable and a smart and understanding daughter, who loves his father so much and she doesn't see her father differently. Behind the love and all that stuff, a tragic story happened. He was falsely accused of murder and incarcerated.   

Why is it entitled Miracle in Cell No. 7? Maybe because in spite of all the hindrances that passed through their lives, they still see the light at the end of the story. The first miracle for me that happened was when the prisoners in cell 7 turned back to God and became a spiritual leader and the others were members of the relgious sect. The second miracle was when the father Yung-gu sentenced death but he is still alive until his daughter Ye-seung becomes a lawyer for she wants to save his father from the injustice they received from the outraged society. 

While watching, I find myself into a roller coaster ride of emotions. It made me at first sobbed a bit and eventually I can't stop my tears from falling because I can't hold the emotions finding its way to burst out from my chest while at the same time laughing out loud due to its uproarious scenes. The scene that made me cry a river is when Yung-gu and Ye-seung wept in their last goodbye as they're torn away from each other.

      I am not  sure with what happened to the father at the end because Yu-seung saw her father and herself , when she was still young and they were in the hot air balloon saying goodbye's and i love you's.

This is definitely one of the best movies I ever watched. You will burst yourself into tears and laughters. When you watch this film, prepare some tissues as it will make you very teary until the end.  

 "I hate you but I can't let you go"

For some, it is stupidity that you still forgive and accept the person even if he or she had done something terrible at you.

Way back 2009, I was so deeply in love with this person that I thought I could not continue living without him. You know, I was then a typical teenager who would have thought of having a happy-ever-after story. We were a happy couple and thought that I found my better half and he was to me but one day I just felt that there was something unusual between us. I did not know how to explain, maybe it was the girl's instinct. I was texting him that I was on my way to the mall and then he replied and take-note he just called me the nickname he made for his ex-girlfriend. Oh no! There was a big question mark in my mind and my heart was pumping so fast and there was heat all over my body. I wanted to confront him but I was so afraid to know the truth. But I could not wait any longer for my agony was so intense so despite of my doubts I forwarded his text with the caption, " si bok ako hindi ako si eng". So that's it, I sent the message and he did not reply maybe he was shocked. When we were at the mall I saw him and you know it's pretty obvious that he was doing something nobody wants to experience, cheating. I was not in the mood to talk, eat nor watch movie which was the typical thing that we always do. The feeling was unexplainable so I said I wanted to go home and the second shocking part was he insisted to accompany me and he was not usually doing that. 

Why?? Because he went to the other girl's house that very day when I walked down the stairs of MRT. How did I know?? Because of curiosity I texted him where was he and he said he was home but then he was not texting me at all. I don't know maybe I have the power to read other's mind and predict things. My instincts never fail me. I just know it when it comes to our relationship.

That night  my tears were falling contagiously, as if there's no tomorrow. Days passed since that day, I waited for my phone to beep and expect to see his name but none of the messages was his. One night my phone beep and I excitedly looked and yes my instinct was again right, it was from him. He said he was sorry for all the things that caused me pain. I didn't know how to explicate the feeling, happy because he was sorry and want me back but at the back of my mind I was angry because he left me with my shattered heart.

I have thought of it many times and I think everybody deserves to have a second chance so I gave one to him. 

The thought of the wickedness that had caused my heart to break into pieces is hard but the thought of losing him is much harder.

"True Love Never Dies"

Not all relationships have happy ending, some broke up, some died, and for some  love ain't enough. 

My Grandparents are now celebrating their 57th wedding anniversary. Wondering how they stay this far? Just like any other relationships, they experienced the down falls but as what my grandma always says, you should always be forgiving and loving despite all the hindrances that would pass through your life.

My tatay (grandpa) when he is still young, he is a very hard-working and strict but loving father and husband. He provides his family's needs. Others say that he has a heart of a casanova. He has another family which maybe one of the hardest thing to accept by his family especially for nanay ( grandma). But surprisingly, she took care of the child and that is my auntie, who is now residing in America. When her real mom went to the States my aunt was left here in the Philippines with tatay and nanay was the one who acted as her real mom for two years or so. Nanay accepted the child as if she was her own.

Despite all the challenges and problems that my grandpa gave to nanay, she was and will always be understanding and kind and loving as ever. She said that for you to achieve that "everlasting love" you as a woman, should have triple patience, and a lot of understanding because she said that the power to attain long relationship is in the hands of a woman. Why? Because whatever wrong doings that a man did or doing, you should accept him and forgive him countless times.

Like of what God is doing with us. He accepts us no matter how big or small our sins. We just need to come and ask for forgiveness.

"nag-teacher na lang ako"

"Ang hirap humanap ng trabaho kaya nag-teacher na lang ako!"

Do you experience it or do you hear anything like this?

Teaching is a noble profession that requires hard work and patience. For others, teaching is one of the easiest profession and it is one of the many professions that you can easily apply for. Because nowadays, our country is lacking of teachers, most of the graduates that cannot find jobs in their field decided to take units for them to be able to enter the teaching profession.

WE, educators, are wondering why is there an existence of Continuing Professional Teacher Education. If you are a graduate of any four-year course and suddenly have a change of mind and want to be a teacher, you can just take that course and then after just one semester, you will be able to teach. While WE, teachers, we don't have that kind of privilege, that after 4 years of teaching course we will be able to become a doctor, a nurse, a lawyer or any other profession after just a semester if we suddenly have a change of heart. We are just wondering if they really do possessed those characteristics of a teacher and if they are really dedicated to this profession or they just need a job for their living. I heard this not just once, "ang hirap humanap ng trabaho kaya nag teacher na lang ako!" It made me think that isn't it unfair to view our profession as an easy job to get money.

Yes, maybe there is money in teaching but having the dedication and love for your job are the most important things in teaching. You will encounter different types of students that will become your children. They might do something to make you happy or worst, they might do something that will exasperate you. Just like their parents, you have to do something about it not just by nagging them but you have to understand them deeply in their holistic aspect. Yes, you might get mad, but do remember that those children are now part of your life and you, as their parent, have to understand, protect and love them. There may be a lot of trials in teaching just like the other professions, but I think that the teachers are more capable of dealing with those dilemmas than those who just viewed teaching as an easy job.

Remember that being a teacher is having a big heart to love and accept your students as your own children. Secondly, you must be prepared for any difficulties inside and outside your classroom because you will become the captain of the ship to the point that you will always be the one to solve those problems and worst, you will always be the one to blame to what might happen.

To teach is to build a strong and great foundation in every child
for the children are the future of the next generation.

I run crying not knowing where my feet are going. I run as fast as I can. Not looking back, eyes focused straight ahead. "Where is God?" thinking out loud. " I don't know why did you let it happen. Maybe you're not good at all." I run away to my life, to you, to everyone and everything that remembers my past. "I am not coming back."

      

      

     
       We are just like the any other family, we go to church, we go to the mall, we eat at least three times a day. Nothing unusual. Every Sunday we go to church and my father will always explain the sermon to my siblings and I when we get home. I just don't get it. My mother is a business woman and sometimes she come home late at night and I always wait for her because she has always pasalubong for us. My father is a pastor. He always says that we should be doing like this and like that- you know, doing the "good things".
     I have a boyfriend but he is not a Christian and my parents do not know about it. I don't want them to know because I know that they will get mad at me and they will ask me to break up with him because we are not the same and that boy will just get me to the "other side". Why is religion a big deal? Between Nathan and I, I can't see anything wrong. He has a decent family and a truly closed catholic family. Religion is not a topic for us. What important is we both believe in God, that He is sovereign and God of love. We are together for four years, my friends say that we are childhood sweethearts. We love each other and accept every flaws that each other has. His imperfections make him perfect. He is so sweet and kind and understanding. His lovely brown eyes make me melt every time he looks at me. I am so in love with him and I wish that someday my parents will see the things I see in Nathan.      

     One Saturday morning, I have decided to take a bath because it is so hot. The summer is already on his way and my birthday, too. I am wondering what gift would I receive from Nathan, my friends and family. I am just texting Nathan to see me at the school library to help me for my research project. He is a big help for me. I don't have any idea how this campus crush/ dean's lister falls in love with just an ordinary girl. 

      

   hi honey! where are you? just to remind you 9 am at the library. ok? i will just take a bath and fix my things. i will text you before i go. iloveyou. =)

    Honey, I'm on my way! It's already 8:50! you're late!

Oh no! Time runs so fast. I am so busy daydreaming.

Because I'm in a hurry, I unconsciously left my cellphone on the dining table and run towards the shower room. After 10 minutes of just a quick shampoo and scrubbing I went out. 

    What is father doing at the front of the door? Is he standing there a for a long time? But I don't have much time to think of it so I just brisk walk going to my room and as I pass by the dining area I take my phone and walk away. 

     At the library, Nathan is explaining on how should I work on my research but my mind is busy thinking of what is father doing when I was taking a shower. I never notice how long he has been there because I was in a hurry. I remember I left my phone on the table, maybe he has read all of my messages. Oh no! Maybe he already know about Nathan!

     It is already six in the evening and I don't want them to worry so I text mother.

Ma, I am working on my research with Ana. I''ll text you as soon as I'm done. I love you.

I lied when I said I'm with Ana. They will never know anyway. 

It's past eight in the evening when I get home and mother is still not yet around. I rush to my room and text Nathan.

Honey, thank you for everything. I just got home. iloveyou.

My pleasure's been all mine baby. I am always here for you whenever you need me. I'm just a phone call away, you know that.  You look so pale and bothered. Any problem?

Oh! Maybe he is referring to my absent mind a while ago. Should I tell him?

Nothing babes. Maybe I'm just tired of working on my research. 

Maybe I shouldn't. He might get worried.

Okay honey. Have a rest and sleep tight. I love you always. Goodnight! 

I love you, too. Goodnight.

I can't stay awake and wait for mom. I had a very long day. After I wash myself and change clothes I lie down on my bed and sleep.

What is that tickling coming from? Oh no!

What the???? 

Father is on my bed! He is touching my naked body. I'm afraid to move. I don't know what to do. Where's mom?? oh God! Why????

I don't know what time is it but as soon as his done with me he left my room as if nothing had happened. My tears are starting to fall. I don't know what will mom do if I tell her and I don't want to have a scandalous life. I don't want to tell anyone even Nathan. I leave the house and no one notice it.

" God, why did you let it happen? Do you not love me?"


I run crying not knowing where my feet are going. I run as fast as I can. Not looking back, eyes focused straight ahead. "Where is God?" thinking out loud. " I don't know why did you let it happen. Maybe you're not good at all." I run away to my life, to you, to everyone and everything that remembers my past. "I am not coming back."

Author's point of view:

How can I believe to someone who says that this is the good way, that this is the right thing to do if he himself is not doing the "right thing" 

Everyone of us should not be preaching anyone if we ourselves are not doing it. "Walk your Talk" they say. I choose this title for my story because like of that original "Tell me in Darkness' by Julian Dacanay, maybe I could believe the preaching of anyone if I can't see his ways. You know, it is not the religion or whatever your belief is but how you live your life and how your life is a living testimony to others.