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Ring, Ring, Ring

“Hello, welcome to the Psychiatric Hotline.”

If you are obsessive-compulsive, please press 1 repeatedly.
If you are co-dependent, please ask someone to press 2.
If you have multiple personalities, please press 3, 4, 5, and 6.
If you are paranoid-delusional, we know who you are and what you want. Just stay on the line so we can trace the call.
If you are delusional, press 7 and your call will be transferred to the Mother Ship.
If you are schizophrenic, listen carefully and a little voice will tell you which number to press.
If you are phobic, don’t press anything.
If you have a nervous disorder, please fiddle with the * key until a representative comes on the line.
If you are depressed, it doesn’t matter which number you press. No one will answer.
If you have amnesia, press 8 and state your name, address, post code, phone number, email address, date of birth, nationality, and mother’s maiden name.
If you have bipolar disorder, please leave message after the beep, or before the beep, or after the beep. Please wait for the beep.
If you are anxious, just start pressing numbers at random.
If you are delusional and occasionally hallucinate, please be aware that the thing you are holding on the side of your head is alive and about to bite off your ear.
If you have short term memory loss, press 9.
If you have short term memory loss, press 9.
If you have short term memory loss, press 9.

If you have low self esteem, please hang up now. All our operators are too busy to talk to you.


Love in LRT

Never have I seen a love as passionate as the one I witnessed a few days ago. Rarely do these moments get captured, since most of them happen in the most unlikely places six feet above ground. I just could not believe what I saw. Perhaps, I really was seeing the heart of the guy, pounding vigorously as they held hands together by the train. They were not minding the other passengers around them. Even the pilot’s tireless announcements of “kumapet laang pu tayu sa mga sipty handrils” – pronounced with mixed BatangueƱo and Visayan fashion, was of no effect at all. I don’t consider them one of those local PDA couples you see around, though. They just had their own world that time.

With my camera in hand, I gathered much strength and confidence to control my sweaty hands as I took a picture of them just before I got off the train. Luckily, I got a shot. And should I say, it’s the rarest and perhaps one of the best captures I’ve ever had in this camera. It was absolutely perfect.

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Ah, it’s the December bug (c/o Dan Hellbound) attacking almost every single blogger around. As the name suggests, it is a virus. A virus which attacks obviously during December, draining the writer out of everyone’s brain. All of a sudden, your thought bubble shuts down. Nothing comes into your mind, as if it was empty even before you think about it. The virus has already disrupted the way your neurons and grey matter works. The space for that 1.3 kilogram thing is now rendered useless. Nothing but air.

Now what? Is my blog going to be stagnant as well?

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Perfect Collision

He was driving a newly-painted Corvette one night. Though still half drunk, he steps on the pedal to go for a ride in a nearly barren and deserted freeway. Driving was his way to forget personal problems, not to mention his ‘occasional‘ drinking. With steering wheel in hand, he thinks he is in full control of his life, the same way he maneuvers his car. But this time, too many questions and doubts were clouding on his mind.

Too preoccupied with his current dilemmas, he forgets to pay attention on the road. To his surprise, he reaches a road block. He tries to swerve, but it was not enough to save him from slaughter. He tried to step on the brakes, but it was too late. The car was going straight to the steel concrete. Now, what was supposed to be a joyride for him will soon turn out to be a matter of life and death situation. Viewing it from the third person perspective, nothing can be done to stop the collision. It was simply inevitable.

Then, a loud crash was heard.

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Nosebleed at its Finest

I know this is not the right time for this but really, just now, Ward 7 returns. It has been a while, a long one actually. They will appear again in this ill-fated blog from time to time. Hoo-rah.

As always, a note from the author:

[ The following entry which you are about to read is absolutely fictional. The names are all created in the mind of the author. If you happen to be the owner of one of the names, do react immediately. This post is the second ‘letter’ made by a former patient of Ward 7, who found heaven in the company of his fellow patients. Like what I have said before, do not get carried away, or else.. you know what will happen to you. And of course, you do not want that. ]

Now, shall we begin?

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Picture Perfect

After all the years that have gone by, the smile in her face was still the same. He was still enthralled by the pretty face that greets him everyday – in his dreams. One thing he realizes is that he could never be with her whatever he does. Walking hand in hand with her was nearly impossible.

Knowing that hurtful fact, he still loves her – up to now.

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Forty Winks of Flashback

Standing at the front porch of our house while sipping a cup of ice cold coffee, I was daydreaming about the good old days in high school and my first year in college. It sure was five whole years of a really exciting joyride. So exciting, that I do not even know how all of it started.

Everyday wasn’t really a hassle back then – we even had time to do homeworks and review sessions while already inside the school premises. Homeworks can easily be done, thanks to the nerds who kindheartedly shared their blessings to the lazy yet humble (I suppose the phrase to be positive enough.) people – those who ‘forgot’ and ‘did not have time’ to finish them at home (If you’re going to ask, I am not one of them. :P) Even quizzes, group activities and reports were of no exception. Everyone’s helping each other out – problems are solved hand in hand, jobs are divided into simpler ones and then shared among the class. That bonded us together.

Even professors were fun, either literally or figuratively. Some are entertaining enough to motivate us to work hard in his/her subject, some may have the looks that captivate the eyes of girls, or boys in that case. Yet, most of the time, some display funny expressions visible enough for the whole class to laugh and joke about. Mean enough? Not only professors, but even faculty members were of no excuse, thanks to a Foundation Day/Week (depends on the mood of our principal then) that we celebrate, a time when everyone gets a chance to say what he/she has to say – through plastic balloons filled with water.

We even had time for play, as if education and student life were actually the ones disrupting our time as joyful teenagers, instead of the other way around. Early dismissals, thanks to some lazy professors, were turned into additional gaming time, as to avoid getting caught by the dark while still in the busy streets of the Metro. Though playing the games were actually influencing our study habits, amazingly we’re still able to muddle through periodic and those crucial achievement exams, to help protect the pride of our beloved high school. That’s one proof that we still had the time and energy to study, despite certain distractions that we encountered during our stay in high school.

College, as some people say, may be that difficult, but during my stay as a freshman, I still had fun. Though the block was not that close yet at that time, I was sure enough that after three years, it would be like everyone’s not a stranger at all. I had to say thanks to special shows, events and games held in our college, our block managed to climb its way up to imaginary fame. In just a short span of time, friendships were built, and issues flew everywhere in the four corners of the room – issues which made class discussions more fun and interesting. I couldn’t ask for more, and I couldn’t thank my blockmates enough than to have them as subjects in select entries at my old blog. College was actually the reason behind my blogging, as I have told during the early times. I still have more or less two years to struggle my way through it, by the way.

Well, many things have happened during those five years. And I’ve experienced enough to face the reality that these things will never happen again. The good thing though, was that it did happen once. That would be more than enough for me. And whenever I think about it, I guess living a normal student life isn’t that hard after all.

It’s been a while since I last did this ‘reminiscing moments’ thing. Mind you, my nose ran out of blood already, thanks to those exams that I recently took this week. Now you’re expecting me to have tears running down my cheeks? Forget it. What I want is a good night’s sleep, just one – and I want it now.

But my alter-ego says: “If you want to get some sleep, why are you sipping a cup of coffee, and why are you here, writing this entry?”

Actually, he has a point there.



He is a typical 17 year-old guy currently in his second year studying BS-Occupational Therapy in UP Manila, who still finds time to do things such as this nonsense. He simply stares blankly at space whenever he thinks of a new blog entry, so do not dare ask him how he came up with them anymore. (more..)

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