In writing a letter there must be the one who wrote it. But how will you know if the person who's giving you the letters is really a person?
You never see him, never hear him. How can you trust the person behind the closed, old, creepy door?
Vivian...
Oops! Ang larawang ito ay hindi sumusunod sa aming mga alituntunin sa nilalaman. Upang magpatuloy sa pag-publish, subukan itong alisin o mag-upload ng bago.
Dear Diary,
I haven't seen Lila the whole day but I talked to Lola Abi. Kahit na parang ayaw niya akong kausapin. Umiiwas siya ng tingin sakin, maski ibang tanong ko ay puro 'hindi ko alam' ang sagot niya.
Ang sabi ni Lila ay ikinulong ni Auntie Ravina si Lola Abi but Lola Abi don't want to confirm it. They're all ignoring me again. Well, except this guy na I kept forgetting to ask his name.
He visited me kanina nong nasa farm ako. He showed me the goats which I had never seen before. May mas malawak na farm pa pala kami kung nasaan ang ibang farm animals katulad ng baka, kambing, even tupa.
He said we own that farm. Mas marami pa siyang alam sa lugar na ito kesa sakin. Sabagay, dito siya nakatira while I'm only on vacation.
It was fun. I love the cold breeze of air, it's so refreshing not until he brought me to the slaughter house and showed me how animals were being slaughtered.
So disgusting. Hindi ko alam kung kakain pa ba ako ng hayop pagkatapos non? They're delicious when they're cooked but the thought before that? Nevermind.
Nagalit ako sa kanya that time kaya iniwan ko siya don. Malaki naman na siya, kaya na niya sarili niya. Pag uwi ko sa mansion ay wala si Auntie Ravina, nasa Tailor Shop daw. Tinanong ko pa kung sigurado sila dahil nandito si Mang Martin. Maybe iba ang naghatid kay Auntie Ravina.
I asked them where Lila is. Ang sabi nila hindi raw maganda ang pakiramdam niya kaya nag stay lang siya sa kwarto niya. I'll pay her a visit later.
