Sometimes I felt like I rushed into something I knew for the very first time, thinking it was good as it projected itself to be good. I cut the knot from my past and excitedly grabbed what is in front of me. Now it hurts more than ever and handling the pain makes me wanna scream in silent. I cannot talk and I cannot even whisper…I am a shadow in a cage. Did I really chose the wrong person to love?
The Ruins That Is Marawi
By Lyka Amethyst H. Casamayor, MSU- Marawi
June 2, 2017
What was once rich in culture, beautiful tri- people, and wonderful nature –now in ruins, covered with bullet holes. We have seen, right before our eyes, how our beloved MSU and Marawi City was attacked with lawless elements and have become a warzone.
Everyone thought May 23, 2017 was just one of the busy days of the MSUans who are beating deadlines, submitting requirements, studying for final exams and getting ready for thesis defense for graduating students like me. I was busy that time revising my thesis that when we heard gunshots, I thought those were just because of Rido or of internal conflicts normally arising in MSU or in the town. Believe it or not, MSU constituents get used to hearing gunshots, though fear was always the same fear everytime. We thought it will suddenly end and everything will be back to the way it is and people will go back doing their own thing. In my four years of studying in MSU, it was always like that.
But then, those gunshots become ceaseless, after hours, there were bombs thrown after another. And we knew right then that it was not a simple conflict anymore. In fear, we locked our doors. Receiving text messages about what was happening terrified me and my roommates more. There we are, locked inside our rooms, but never felt safe at all. While there is war outside, people bombarded us with comments and posts in the social media. We appreciated those who are encouraging us and those who said they will pray for our safety. But while we are all trying to be strong even if we are all terrified, some people were laughing at us saying that our place deserved to be like that, that Muslims are terrorists and they all deserved to die. More than fear, I felt sorry for those people. More than fear, I felt sad, for humanity has gone missing.
The night was dark; the rain poured like tears, still the war outside seemed endless.
We never slept that night, only praying and hoping that as the sun rise in the morning, war would end. But it didn’t…
Days after that, the situation worsen, electricity down, limited water and no food that would suffice us for a day. And we heard that the terrorists penetrated the campus already so we panicked. Somehow, being stranded on the place you once treasured was complete torture. We wanted to go home but that would mean leaving everything behind. Going home not because of a vacation but because of war, uncertain on what future lies ahead of us because we all know that even after the war, MSU and Marawi will never be the same again.
We waited for the military to rescue us but they were all busy with the operation. And for the first time in my stay in MSU, I cried so hard in fear for my life and the lives of the others with me. Fear that I may never be able to see my family anymore, that they will not be able to see us wearing our togas and wearing our victorious smile holding our diplomas. I thought about all the efforts and sacrifices all these individuals have put to achieve their dreams; how our parents dreamed of a bright future for us for an affordable tuition fee in MSU despite of poverty; and how this University called itself the “melting pot of the South” and dreamed of becoming a world- class university in year 2020. Those were melted dreams for now, we all hoped for nothing else but to survive at that very moment.
On the third day, we decided to step outside our doors and do everything we can to evacuate on our own, then a Muslim- Christian couple allowed me and my cousin to ride with them to evacuate to Iligan City, I will forever be grateful to them for their kindness. While stranded at Saguiaran (still a place in Marawi City) for 8 hours, our Muslim brothers and sisters who are residing there took the initiative to offer free water, pater and some allowed us to use their comfort rooms just as we badly needed it. Now tell us why these Muslims deserved this chaos? Tell us how these Muslims who helped and saved us in times of need even if they themselves needed saving are branded as terrorists who deserved to die? Some people who knew nothing on how we were able to live in diversity in MSU and Marawi couldn’t even imagine how we, in the middle of war, were able to help each other. And yes, we were able to step outside the warzone safely.
I am safe now here in my home writing my version of the story, with my family overwhelmed with my presence. But my joy was never complete seeing how Marawi City was in complete destruction. It was all over the news and it pained me, reality slapped me that this is real and not a nightmare. Soldiers and civilians lost their lives in the battle and thousands of residents were displaced and were forced to evacuate. What is sadder is that, two of those who are taken hostage by these lawless elements are good people I knew, still unable to reach their families.
Our land was brutally destroyed, heartlessly conquered… only God knows how this war would end and how we will be able to start from the remains of war when it ends soon. We all long for peace, in times of misery, religion doesn’t even matter. We all needed to stand for each other and set aside our differences. We all have to help one another instead of pulling others down. There is so much loss in war; I hope it does not include our humanity. Let us continue to pray for Marawi!
One Day
The students’ laughter echoed down the hall. I saw a number of girls who covered their head with veil and those who did not, they just talk happily without any hint of difference aside from the way they dress up. They laugh the same, they talk about things, and no line was drawn between. When I walked the pathway, I stopped by a mild vehicular accident across the road, the two men did not shout to each other. They talk like grown and matured individuals who has the ability to solve things through communication. Not long after, they shake hands and decided to just let it pass, went their own ways to work instead of wasting time arguing whose fault was it.
I notice how silent crimes and corruption have become here in the campus. The students, faculty and staff, and even the residents have been living in harmony for a few weeks now feeling safe and secure. Complete facility and equipment helpful for the students were provided. There were no reported cases of robbery, hold-up, violence and other crimes such as murder and rape so far. A huge change has come finally. In fact, I’ve read an article about Mindanao State University (MSU) tagged as a “world- class university”. Peace had invaded MSU, and still on its way to prove its prestige in the international arena.
Then, I woke up… It was a wonderful dream. So good that I wanted to stay a little more.
MSU was one of the largest State Universities and Colleges (SUCs) in the Philippines, with a population of more or less 16,000 students per semester. People coming from different places, having different culture, tribe, beliefs, and gender preferences were all together living and chasing dreams. But MSU faces more problems than anyone could ever imagine. It has long been soaked to issues of nepotism, graft and corruption, crimes and so many others. I see MSU as the small version of a third world country like ours.
Congested streets were very noticeable that causes numerous vehicular accidents every single day, the colleges lack facility and buildings, internet connection was too slow, the problem on proper waste management still worsens, conflicts happen everywhere, and the culture of impunity remains the trend. More than 5 decades have passed but peace and change were still nowhere to be found.
When the former President of MSU System, Dr. Macapado Muslim, envisioned MSU to become a world- class university by the year 2020, I honestly don’t believe it for two reasons. First is that, with all the listed problems above, it was just hard to believe or even be given a pinch of hope. Secondly, year 2020 is far too ambitious when even a simple solution on internet connection cannot be solved. His term ended and the vision was still a vision. Another man seated, President Habib Macaayong, with the same vision to make MSU one that could compete globally. And here we are again… hoping and dreaming.
But then Phil Baty, editor of the Times Higher Education (THE) said, “Top-quality universities come in many different shapes and sizes, and there is no single model of excellence. With this in mind, the THE World University Rankings are carefully designed to capture excellence in teaching and research against a university’s own mission and its own unique profile.”
MSU has its own unique profile that offers opportunity to prove that there is beauty in diversity. And that one day, it may not be on year 2020, peace and change will come not in our dreams but in reality.
It was a long journey but we should never stop. Along the way, peace should start in ones’ heart and mind. Only then would it be trickling down to the society where we belong. Culture and beliefs should not limit us to understand and respect one another nor give us the right to judge others. Change should start within us, the way we think, act and speak. Differences should never be a hindrance to achieve a harmonious community on where dreams do come true.
One day, they laugh the same, they talk about things, and no line was drawn between…
I’ll Keep On Saying ‘YES’
Do you really want to become a journalist?
This was the question my mom asked when I finally decided to study in Mindanao State University- Marawi campus in Lanao del Sur. Also the same question my journalism instructor said when I first had my major subject under her. Friends, relatives, people who don’t even matter asked the same question everytime they came to know the career path I chose. And now, I just heard the same question when I first had my presence at SunStar Davao.
Ma’am Estella Estremera, the Editor- in- Chief of SunStar, asked me together with the aspiring interns of MSU, “Do you really want to become a journalist?”
I have always been confident with my answer ever since, “Yes, I do!”
But this time, it was different even with the same answer. I had a little chill and a little pinch inside my stomach that makes me uncomfortable. I looked back and saw the little girl who dreamed to be seen on television reporting relevant news to the society. Then a lady who hoped to write on daily newspapers and see her name just right below her work. And a young woman who became scared to her own aspiring dream.
Little by little, I came to understand that journalism is not just about being good in grammars and writing (and I’m not even good at it). It’s not just about knowing, but understanding. It is not about informing the public, but keeping the public involved and comprehend on the issues of the society.
I came from a University where I can say was a perfect picture of small Philippines. There were people considered to be on the highest level of societal status (we call them elites), there were also from the moderate sector and majority was considered below the poverty line. Robbery, vehicular accidents, kidnapping, rape, murder, corruption, etc. Crimes happen almost everyday inside the campus but there were no records and no justice from all of those. As a campus journalist, I become observant to the obvious happenings in my surrounding and I write on those issues again and again. Sometimes I get tired, I feel that no one cares even if everyone knows. But I cannot stop myself from writing what was true, what was real. My ideals on becoming someone relevant to the society keeps me going to call for justice and change even if it scares me. People close to me suggested that I shouldn’t stress myself out from those issues, rather enjoy my student life. Others say I was too idealistic. But I said to myself, if I won’t write about it, who else will?
Campus journalism was really a great help for me to cope up on my job. But there were still times I don’t even know what I’ll do and where I’ll go. It’s very frustrating especially that I still have to know what’s going on in this big city. The pressure of meeting deadlines, asking right questions and becoming an ‘instant expert’ to each assigned topic sometimes is agonizing. The feeling of being so stupid and the inferiority from other trained journalist is tapping my back, disturbing me. But I realized, in my first week of experience, that these trained people were also once was like me. They learned through time.
Being scared of your own dream is an odd thing and realizing it when it’s all too late is even scarier. Having my experience as an intern on this On the Job Training required by our school gives me a sneak peek on the blurry image of the future. Should I step forward? Will I be brave enough to face my scary dream? What if I fail? A lot of thoughts entered my head and I understand that my choice affects my future.
Another learning was ahead of me, and a bit of it, like a trailer of a movie, was given: A journalist shouldn’t just write about bad news, the world has a lot to offer and people get fed up facing it everyday. Politics, war, crimes –I was drowned with stories like these to the point that I forget the other side of the coin. Success story is not a bad idea, people love reading what makes them feel proud. News is everywhere, bad or good. By just writing a story with objectivity and in- depth understanding makes one a journalist. The journey is still a long way, and learnings are still to come.
Now, “Do you really want to become a journalist?”
Even if there’s chill and pinch on my stomach everytime I say ‘yes’, I will still say ‘YES’.
#BigasHindiBala
Kumakain ka ng tatlong beses sa isang araw
Sila, bihira na ang makadalawa
Lumalamon ka ng walang bukas na tinatanaw
Sila, bawat subo ay pangamba
Na baka bukas ay wala ng kakainin pa
Dugo’t pawis ang puhunan sa pagtatanim para sa bayan
Ngunit anong nangyari sa mga magsasaka ng Kidapawan?
Bakit hindi pinakinggan ang daing ng bawat isa?
Bakit imbes na tulungan ay minaliit pa?
Tulong ang nais, hindi karahasan
Kaya’t napilitang lumaban sa marahas na awtoridad
Ipinaglaban ang buhay na naghihingalo na sa reyalidad
Mapait ang buhay ng mga magsasaka
Araw- araw ay nilalapnos ang mga balat
Itinanim nila, kinakain ng iba
Pinagpaguran nila’y hindi parin sapat
Mapait ang buhay ng mga magsasaka
Karamihan sa atin hindi ito binibigyang- halaga
Sa pagdanak ng dugo at paghagupit ng karahasan
Maraming buhay ng mga magsasaka ang nawakasan
Sa pagdanak ng luha at paghugupit ng pighati
Mga pamilyang naiwan, patuloy na mamumunhi
For Whom is the World
The pattern of the powerful over the powerless
Left every lowly individuals remain oppressed
When the strong acted like he owns the world
No one could stop him, no one could hold
Blood spilled on the hinterland
Left the mark of the battle a hopeless man
He was tied up on his wrists like he wasn’t a human
Treated like garbage, treated like an animal
Hundreds of pairs of feet marched up to stand
But no one from the throne dared to understand
Someone has to do something for them to be heard
Because it has been forever pleading yet no one even cared
Look at them and see for yourself
How wide a gap from the throne to the gate
How ugly was the truth behind beautiful lies
When the world seemed to be a place for flies
Peace was missing, still hoping it would come
Oppression, repression are both tiresome
A child cries every night for the loss from war
A woman carrying another soul tries to run afar
The Start of the Healing Process
The people of the Philippines had been through a lot, a lot of pain and loss from being caught on the battle of territorial invasion to the never- ending problem on suppression and poverty.
The people shouted for democracy and freedom in the time of Marcos’ dictatorship. The 1986 EDSA People Power Revolution became the answer of the Filipino nation to the suppression of their freedom and making a travesty of democracy by imposing martial law. This shows how powerful the people can be to choose their own leader. Decades have passed and the people have become more powerful through social media with the aid of technology. More and more people become aware on the issues of the country, and the people chose not to be silent anymore.
After fifteen presidents of the Philippines, the 2016 elected president was the pride of Mindanao, first of Davao. Almost 16 Million Filipinos voted for Rodrigo Roa Duterte and was the largest in the history of the country so far.
Duterte planned to impose a nationwide curfew on minors. According to the spokesperson of the newly elected president, Peter Laviña, Duterte is eyeing a nationwide curfew starting 10 PM and clarified that it will only affect unescorted minors to make sure that children were ready to go to school the next day.
Laviña also said on a statement to ABS- CBN news that Duterte wants to replicate a Davao City ordinance that prohibits the sale of alcoholic beverages from 1 AM to 8 AM and to ban loud karaoke starting 9 PM.
Because of this statement and planned imposition, more and more netizens posted different opinion on the matter on Facebook, twitter and blogs. Some agreed and said it would be a great step to discipline the minor and protect their future through proper education. But others disapproved on the idea that the imposition of a new order was even compared to the feared Martial Law.
As expected, change will never be easy. Discipline and obedience to the law is highly needed and what Duterte tried to impose to Davao City and now to the whole country.
It will never be easy if people will continue to want to have change yet cannot even start on their own selves. But everyone longs for change. A change that would make the Philippines a better place to live. After six years of the Aquino administration, the people have spoken, the people dreamed once again. The people chose to put their hopes and dreams to the man they believe would alleviate the country from poverty which he said would start to implementing and strengthening laws for peace and order. But to be able to achieve such an ambitious goal of healing the dying country for three to six months, he needed the people to have the same goal.
It might be very impossible to believe that such a place could exist, but the idea is there. The longing is there. Change is happening. Maybe not a perfect one but at least a place where the rich and the poor could live in harmony, free from fear of the danger of the wicked world, especially to the vulnerable women and children. Surely, the start of the healing process is painful. Too painful that we needed each other to endure.
Mula sa Diary ng Isang Unregistered Voter:
Dear Diary,
Andito ako ngayon sa harap ng TV at tinututukan ang bawat aktibidades sa eleksyon ng mga hihiranging maglilingkod sa mahal nating bayan. Nais ko sanang malaman kung ano ang pakiramdam na pumila para sa isang boto na maaring maghudyat ng isang malaking pagbabgo. Nais ko rin sanang masaksihan ang mga botanteng may kapansanan o ng mga senior citizen na uhaw sa mga pangakong kada- eleksyon ay binibitawan ng mga politiko. Ngunit kada eleksyon paring umaasa na sana sa pagkakataong ito ay totoo na.
Buong araw akong nagbabad sa TV at dinama ang tensyon na may halong pangamba na baka totoo ang mga kumakalat sa social media na may dayaan umanong magaganap. Hanggang sa bilangan ng boto, nakaantabay parin ako. Minsan may nagsabi sa aking, “Hindi ka rehistrado? Aba, wala kang karapatang magreklamo.” Napakamot ako sa ulo at muli ini- review ang bawat katagang kanyang binitawan. Hinimay ko ang bawat pantig upang mas maintindihan ng isipang abala noon sa mga isyung politikal dahil nga malapit na ang eleksyon at isa ako sa mga taong nagnanasa ng mapayapa at maunlad na bansa. Taliwas sa meron tayo ngayon. Bulok na Sistema at talamak na korapsyon, ilan lamang sa kinahaharap ng ating ipinaglabang bansa.
Matapos kong intindihin, napagtanto kong kasalanan ko na hindi ako nakapagparehistro sapagkat abala ako sa mga pangyayari sa aking buhay na mahirap ipaliwanag sa kung sino. At napagtanto ko ring mali siya nang bitawan niya ang mga katagang iyon. Alam mo diary, gusto ko na sanang magalit ngunit hindi ko ginawa dahil parehas lang kami na may kamalian. Ngunit kalianman, hindi naging mali ang makialam at magpahayag ng sariling opinyon lalo pa’t usapin ito na interes ng publiko.
Ipinagpaliban ko ang mga katagang hindi ko makalimutan at muling nag- abang sa update ng mga boto. Ito na naman ako, isang unregistered voter na puno ng kaba kung ano ang magiging bukas nang matagal ng niyurakang bansa. Sana nama’y muli ng bumangon ang nahimlay na Pilipinas, muling bumangon at patunayang may pag- asa pa at totoo ang mga pangako. Pinangarap ng karamihan ang isang bansang pamumunuan ng isang lider na may totoong malasakit sa bayan at may paninindigan. Umasa ang mga Pilipino sa isang yugto na akala mo’y katapusan ng mga kwento at sasabihing, “… and they lived happily ever after.”
Dear diary, ang tagal ng bilangan ng boto, na- extend kasi yung ibang lugar na sira ang PCOS Machine. Inaantok na ako sa kahihintay, nababagot na hindi ko maintindihan. Maaring ito rin ang naramdaman ng mga pumila upang bumoto. Parehas kami ng nararamdaman dahil parehas kaming Pilipino.
Patuloy na umaasa sa pagbabago,
Inday Badiday
Tatlong Kataga
Patawad, pasensya, paumanhin –tatlong kataga na nais kong sabihin
Tatlong kataga na pare- parehas lang naman talaga kung iispin
Mga katagang minsan napakahirap sambitin
Ng mga labing minsang nagkamali at minsang nanakit
Ng mga damdaming puno ng lungkot at hinanakit
Na umabot na sa puntong wala ka nang maramdaman pa
Wala na kahit konti
Wala ng kirot, wala ng pighati
Nasanay na siguro sa sakit na araw at gabi kumakapit
Nasanay siguro at nagmistula nang manhid
Pero bago ko makalimutan
Sa isang tao nais kong humingi ng kapatawaran
Sa mga panahong hindi niya ako maintindihan
Hindi niya ako mabasa dahil nga may sarili akong mundo
May parte ng buhay ko na aking ikinandado
Ngunit may mga panahong binabalikan ko to
Hindi isang beses, hindi dalawa, kundi paulit- ulit
Nais kong sumigaw, nais kong magalit
Dahil sa aking kamay nakalagay ang susi na hindi ko matapon- tapon
At ano mang gawin ko, tila sa puso ko ang mga ito’y nakabaon
Kaya pasensya na.
Sa maraming panahong hindi mo ako maintindihan
Sa mga panahong akala mo wala kang halaga
Dahil pagod ako kakaayos sa buhay kong sirang- sira na
Patawad kong hindi mo man lamang nakilala ang totoong ako
Dahil natakot akong magpakatotoo
Akala ko kasi isang araw, gigising na lang ako ng wala ka
Dahil hindi mo matanggap at hindi mo maintindihan
Hindi mo mapagtanto ang bawat salita na iyong mapapakinggan
Oo huli na, pero paumanhin
Sa mga panahong mas pinili kong maglihim
Bawat luha, bawat hikbi, mas pinili kong ikimkim
Oo, alam ko huli na, pero ulit, paumanihin
Kong mas pinili kong mag- isa kahit alam kong hindi ako sasaya
Naalala ko pa ang saktong imahe ng iyong mukha
Nang sabihin kong ayoko na
May butil ng luha na tumulo sa mga pisngi
Nang unti- uniting napawi ang iyong mga ngiti
Naalala ko pa ang saktong oras ng pagtalikod ko sayo
Na sa bawat araw pinagsisihan ko
Na kung magkakaroon man ako ng isang kahilingan
Isa ang tagpong iyon ang na aking babalikan
Papawiin ko ang luha sa iyong mga mata
At imbes na tumalikod ay yayakapin ka
Patawad, Pasensya, Paumanhin
Kahit sa mga katagang ito alam kong hindi ka na magiging akin
Kahit ilang milyong kataga pa ang aking sambitin
Wala na ang kahapon dahil pinabayaan kong liparin na ng hangin
Kahit ilang milyong ulit ko pang sambitin
Alam kong huli na… alam kong huli na
Kaya sa mga taong may minamahal ng totoo
Pamilya, kaibigan, o siya na pinili mong maging mundo
Wag mong hayaang daluyin ng sakim na pagkakataon
Ang magulo mong buhay at halo- halo mong emosyon
Dahil ang patawad, pasensya at paumanhin
Ay mga katagang kailanman ay masakit sambitin
Masakit dahil alam mong huli na… oo, huli na
Patawad, Pasensya, Paumanhin
Mga katagang maaring hudyat ng panibagong yugto
Ngunit maari din namang hudyat ng kakatapos lang na kwento
KKK: Kultura ng Kasanayan sa Kampus
Narinig mo ba ang sunod- sunod na putok ng baril noong ika- 13 ng Marso, bandang alas- diyes ng umaga? Sa harap ng Admin iyon naganap. Bakit kamu alam ko? E, kasi nga andoon ako ng mga panahong iyon. Oo, isa lang naman ako sa mga nakitakbo kasama ang mga estudyante ng CWTS na kaka- dismiss pa lamang noon sa linggohang pagtitipon. Isa ako sa mga napaiyak dahil akala ko nang mga panahong iyon ay katapusan na ng mundo ko. Isa ako sa mga napakamot, nanginig, naduwal, naihi at kung ano- ano pang ginawa upang mahimasmasan ang takot na dumaloy sa aking katawan.
Pilit mang sinasabi ng iba na hindi na bago ang aking karanasan, pilit man nilang iparamdam na ito’y isang bagay na dapat nang “makasanayan”, at sabi pa nga ng iba, “MSUan man ka, dapat anad naka ana (MSUan ka, dapat sanay ka na n’yan).” Ito ma’y hindi na isyu ng iba, hinding- hindi ko matanggap na ito’y isa sa mga bagay na dapat lamang “makasanayan”. Ang mga kagimbal- gimbal na mga pangyayari dito sa MSU ay sinasabi ng karamihan na “ganito talaga dito”. Parang katumbas lang din ng mga katagang, “tatlong taon na, hindi parin natatapos ang mga new buildings, yung iba, hindi pa nasisimulan.” Yung tipong pinag- uusapan at ikinagagalit ng lahat ngunit walang nagbibigay ng pagpapaliwanag. Nananatiling isang pangit na replika ng sistema ng mahal nating unibersidad… hanggang sa tuluyan nang mabaon sa ilalim ng golf course ang mga katanungang walang kasagutan. Oo, sa paborito kong golf course na nanunuyot na dala ng El Niño at hawag na dala ng itinatayong CNSM building na mukhang nag- e- enjoy pa sa kanyang kahubaran at ng CSSH building na pagod nang maging maganda sa kanyang dilaw na pintura.
Pumasok ako sa isang institusyung pinili kong maging parte sa pagkamit ng aking mga munting pangarap. Bago paman ako naging ganap na MSUan, inihanda ko na ang aking sarili sa mga pagsubok ng isang tipikal na estudyante. Inasahan ko na ang sandamakmak na requirements, ang panggungulila sa pamilya at ang butas na bulsa. Ngunit hindi ko kailanman inasahang dapat din pala akong magdala ng “bullet proof” sa eskwela.
Matapos ang mga kaganapang iyon, hindi na ito muling pinag- usapan pa dahil hindi naman umano naligaw ang mga “ligaw na bala”. Aba’t kailangan pa talaga na may tao o mga taong mawawakasan ng buhay para lamang magising tayo sa pagkakahimlay sa ideya ng “sanayan”. Ano nga ba ang dahilan ng pagpapaputok ng hindi siguradong bilang ng mga kalalakihan? Ano ang mga aksyong ginawa sa panggugulo? Dapat pa ba nating papaniwalain ang ating mga sarili na ito’y usapin lamang ng kasanayan?
Ayon sa Administrative officer ng Department of Security System (DSS), hindi pa umano matukoy ang tunay na pakay ng panggugulo dahil hindi naman ito nahuli. Maaaring ito’y dala ng pagtutol sa bagong MSUS President, maaari din naming hindi. Matapos ang insidente, nasanay na tayong kinakalimutan na lamang ang mga ito. Sanay na tayong magbalat- kayo sa katotohanang wala tayong hustisyang nakakamtan sa bawat krimen.
May mga bagay na kinakalimutan. Ngunit may mga bagay ding hindi ganoon kadali.
thegirloncelost 