Desaparecidos

"The disappeared cannot cry out for justice..

it is the duty of the living to do so for them"

Since 2001 there are over more than 800 who have disappeared, forcefully abducted, allegedly killed, detained and tortured almost all have yet to be found..

There are over a hundred political prisoners in jail, and detainees continue to be tortured and miss treated during interrogations.The security forces have been responsible for a number of forced "disappearances" and extra-judicial executions, while private security forces and unidentified armed men have responsible for the killings and harassment of civilians in the context of land disputes.

(source: http://www.derechos.org/human-rights/seasia/phil.html)

Second Year College

Grace Harbour Pavilion @ Governor Fortunato Halili Avenue,

 Bagbaguin, Sta. Maria, Bulacan.

Grace Harbour Pavilion @ Governor Fortunato Halili Avenue,

 Bagbaguin, Sta. Maria, Bulacan.

Grace Harbour Pavilion @ Governor Fortunato Halili Avenue,

 Bagbaguin, Sta. Maria, Bulacan.

Bon Voyage Kane

XLLS​​ It was heartbreaking. Emotionally devastating—one that will probably stay with me forever. How could it not be? You were my best friend. It’s even sadder to say that in the past tense. I still don’t know how long it will take for me to truly accept that you’re gone—gone too soon, but never from my heart and soul.

Our friendship was something special, something worth keeping forever. I am so grateful for the moments we spent together. Even now, I still wonder how we even became friends—you, so pretty and popular, while I looked like a couch potato. But thankfully, you were an oddball. And so am I. We were like two peas in a pod. Maybe that’s why we clicked in the first place—because there were things only we could understand, things others might have found bizarre.

To be honest, I don’t know how I will go on without feeling some level of guilt. I keep asking myself, Why? Why did it happen? Am I partly to blame? How did I miss the signs? Could I have saved you if I had figured it out sooner? If I had just been there, would I have been able to stop you? How could I have been so oblivious to your struggles? Was your first attempt already a cry for help? Was I really blinded, or were you just too good at pretending? So many questions left unanswered.

I’m going to especially miss our exchanged letters during our in-between classes—so old-school. I wonder what it would be like if you were still here. Would our inboxes be overflowing with messages? Probably. It’s nice to imagine, even though I know it’s impossible. And those letters? I still have them. They are some of my most treasured possessions.

Kane was like my vitamin—or maybe that’s what we were for each other. I hate that people have so many opinions about what happened (I don’t even know how to address what happened). Maybe you thought it was the best choice in that moment, during your struggles. And that breaks my heart because I can only imagine how difficult it must have been for you.

I miss you, Kane. I will always think of you. Wherever you are, I only wish you happiness.

Thank you for everything. Thank you for the friendship, even though it was short-lived.

"it's not about me no longer having you in my life, its about me feeling guilty that i didn't know you were suffering."


   

"why do I have to be so sad"

      

I feel like I’m upside down—smiling, pretending to be happy just to avoid questions. I already feel sad, and on top of that, there are people around me doing random, annoying things as if they need attention—when I’m not even in the mood to talk to anyone. It’s not that I want them to understand me; I just want some quiet time for myself.

But have you ever felt like you’re constantly detaching yourself from everyone, not telling anyone that you’re having a bad day (just to avoid questions), yet a part of you still hopes that just one person would notice? That someone—just one person—would ask, “How are you? How are you feeling, emotionally?” And somehow, just hearing those words would make you feel okay, even if only for a moment.

a wound to remember

 Uhmmm, actually, this is the second time I’ve had a little accident. The last time, I hit my head and was literally bleeding—it felt like I had taken a headshot or something. And now, this. I just feel awful. I guess I still haven’t outgrown my childhood carelessness. huhuhu

"Charie Rivera"

         

            

             I was actually planning to blog sometime last year, apparently due to my busy schedule or I guess since I couldn't find the courage yet I use the reason that I was only able to find the time to write only now, It’s been less than a year now since Mam’Cha died. She was my former teacher when I was in high school.

I remember, she was one of my favorite subject teachers when I was in High school, well actually all of my English teachers were my favorites, simply because it was kind of my favorite subject next to AP. One of the reason I am always enthralled about her is that she’s really a kind-hearted teacher. She’s really the kind of  person that really cares genuinely. I could really attest to that because I’ve seen it.

I find it strange though because  before we knew about her passing, 2 days prior to that I dreamt of her, I don’t even know why, I was a bit confused and a bit flustered actually since it has been years since I have last seen her, I find it really strange. It was a happy dream though, it’s like she’s bidding her goodbye, so I was also a bit teary-eyed on my dream. Then, las I've mention 2 days after that I received the news about her passing

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