When the comfort room becomes uncomfy

Everything came quite flabbergasting in a place of solitary allay.

Uh? Enough of this highfaluting lexis.

Way back one year ago, I always get exasperated and cheesed off with all the blotches and tinges in the comfort room- over its door, walls and bulwarks, and sometimes, even in the mirrors.

Imagine, the CR is the best evidence of progress and development in our campus (well, the reality states that you must agree with me), and yet, harebrained students just mess it up because of their calls of insanity and madness.

It’s so absurd. And it’s ridiculous!

Why the hell do these creatures go for the CR when there are mountains of papers everywhere? I never heard of a paper shortage within my 18 years of existence. Note, if there are, it is never considered a dearth since one can work out of it by just merely verbalizing the magical words- “pahingi ng papel,” in without more ado they’ll give you out. But of course, occasionally, on a case by case basis only.

Come to think of it.

One consumes more time inside rather than the usual.

Why? Instead of them doing what is barely suppose to be done; they end up catching their eyes unconsciously reading the silly writings. Letting their minds speculate beyond the marked words, symbols and illustrations.

What a f***.

I want to shoot all their heads one by one.

Oooooops. But that was before.

Not until I set off deeper.

There’s much more to be talked to rather than criticizing the immorality of the crime and its crook. Although we cannot deny the fact that it is unethical and it is even illegal.

Lately, I began to bring to fruition that MAYBE vandalism is not just merely trying to maliciously broadcast laughably, stupid and dim-witted statements and grab hold of the attention of everyone. It is with a blood of an imprisoned psyche that libretto appears in our sight.

We are not being deprived of the freedom of speech in our institution. But certainly, there are external forces that hinder us from expressing our ideas, feelings and emotions. It may be because of shyness and bashfulness. At times, we are too afraid to talk, or most often than not, we just can’t find the right space and moment to speak.

Possibly, every time they stroke their pens up and down against the door, every time they stain the walls and every time they smudge the mirror, they free their within from the uproars battling in their souls- same us freeing their body from the dirty and unclean wastes by flushing in the toilet.

It is very hard to count on the real score but let us just put it that way.

&^%#) palayain mo na si %$@> para sa akin nalang siya

Ang baduy ng mga *&^(?

My buntis sa BSN @$%^&*…umamin ka na

@#$/ Mafeeling!!!

These are selected lines that we can find from one of the ladies CR in our school.

I’m pretty much sure that each individual behind those has their own chronicles to voice out.

It may sound too illogical, but at least we should be thankful that the CR does not only give comfort to the physical body. It also gives an out of the ordinary comfort.

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