Mental

Mental

            Nothing could be more fun than to be with peculiar people – I mean really peculiar. People who think that the world was their own and they were free to do whatever their minds dictate. They have their own dreams, own lives and own will which served as their bridge to reality. The reality that seemed to hurt them before, the reality they had escaped from, which lead them into the cells of insanity.

            Who can say that those people whom I considered insane or ‘abnormal’ in our own cursed words are the ones who teach me life’s lessons far more than any ‘normal’ person ‘like me’ could do? I felt guilty or perhaps ashamed for all those laughter, teases and cursed words I had ‘named’ them. On the law of dignity and or indeed on the law of humanity I am the one considered ‘mental’.

            With them I came across to the world of simplicity, bliss and of course up to the line where fantasy and dream held more truth than reality. They talked and acted like a child; they were gratified through simple gifts and will give you their widest grin. I have to confess I was surprised when they uttered me their thank yous.

            The experience and the fun I felt while taking care of them will surely remain in my heart and in my mind forever. Someday, somewhere maybe I’ll meet them again, meeting them not on their walled cells but along those bittersweet roads of a ‘normal’ life.

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Note:       Mariveles Mental Ward

                Mariveles, Bataan

                Group 55-A Affiliation

                Duty date frame:

September 24-28, 2007

Group 55-A

                Arlene Aguilar

                Leo Alladin

                Glenmore Bacarro

                Mary Grace Balbalosa

                Julius Ervin Ballera

                Nolie Balot

                Jules Mayo Barreto

                Gian Carlo Brilata

                Mailyn Brioneselgin Balbuena

September 28, afternoon.

Mt. Sisiman and Beach

We enjoyed the beach (drinking session); we climbed the mountain and descended on to the other side (which is not supposed to be the way down). About 5:30pm Grace, Elgin and Gian left.

September 29, whole day

Hawla Beach, a private Resort.

Wavy beach, water falls on the cliffs, swimming while raining (I think there was a storm at that time).

We played patintero and buried others on the sand (Julius and Leo).

At night: we’re the only group left at the boarding house. We had a drinking session, (my first ever tequila); 2 bottles of tequila and a bottle of matador.

I vomited my soul out!!! Hehehe.

Elegy for a Broken Heart

Elegy for a Broken Heart

(letter for the cupid)

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We’ve started as friends, and I guess we’re going to end it that way. We’ve been together for long; times I treasured, kept and hid within my heart. Memories neatly laid that only the sweetest of his kiss can make it vanish. For how many times he laughed on my jokes, truthful jokes of love that only every wounded heart can fathom. He’s keeping me company but it feels like he’s never by my side. I never demanded for his exclusivity but he’s always there whenever I need him yet too distant to be held. He can never be mine that is why I let go.

Let me count how I ironically love you…

            “Yes, I love you and never will I use to, coz I believe in forever. You are my hope and my despair, my unending source of happiness and you are the reason of my sadness. My strength and my weakness; you are my victory and my lost cause. You’re my best decision and probably my worst. You’re my life and my death, my love and my resentment. My truth and my biggest lie, you’re the only thing I am sure of but also my greatest risk. You’re the reason for my faith as well as my disbelief, my drought and my oasis. This is how much you mess up life but I guess this is how you make it complete.”

He may think that I am contented for everything we’ve been and for what we are. Yes I am, but he can’t blame me for hoping for more. He can deny me the love he can never give but he can’t shatter the dream I’ve made. The dream that only his reality can wake it up. I wanted to be his someone so special…I wanted to be his companion, his partner and his very bestfriend. I wanted more than what we are now, more than what people think we are, more than he think we can only be…I love him and I wanted him so much. But how, when I think about the possibility, when I weigh hopes and the dreams, it all leads to uncertainty and impossibility? I guess all I had to do is to taste every bittersweet memory we’ve shared…

…as friends.

Note:      The text in Italic was a text message (phone) sent to me by Mr. Joseph Valentino.

                …a friend.

Blood

Blood

a baby boy was born and was given a pet dog.
the boy grew up into a man with the dog as his bestfriend.
the man got married and had a family, still the dog, though too old still lives with him/them.


One day the man went in the field to work. His wife asked him where is their baby.
The man said "I left him sleeping with the dog"
The wife got mad and hurried home.

When she arrived, the dog was in the door with blood in his mouth.
Without second thought she stabbed the dog to death.

She went inside and finally saw her baby...

...sleeping soundly with a dead snake beside him.