so i’m back to working on an AVP–this time about schizophrenia. contrary to popular belief, schizo isn’t about having split personality. it’s actually a serious mental disorder that affects how a person thinks, feels and behaves.
people with schizophrenia hear voices no one else hears. they perceive things that do not actually exist.
i am emotionally involved in this project because i happen to have a friend whose sister is afflicted with schizo.
it’s tormenting to know how people like her suffer.
can you imagine hearing voices that tell you to kill yourself?
can you imagine voices cursing you and telling you how worthless you are as a person?
it must be hell.
but at least, schizo is treatable. it isn’t curable but symptoms can be kept at bay with the proper medication and of course, psychotherapy.
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isn’t it ironic?
at sm, you get a free ‘green bag’ (an environmentally friendly shopping bag) when you use your ‘plastic’ (credit card) to purchase!
‘P.I.!’
i hardly say ‘put___ ina mo!’ alright, let me rephrase that–i NEVER say that. we were not raised hurling invectives and spewing ascerbic words at other people. i am guilty though of saying ’shit’ and ‘fuck’ and ‘tanga’ and ‘bobo’ but that’s just about it.
i have also never encountered anyone who said ‘P.I.’ to me.
so you can imagine how humiliated i felt last monday.
after contemplating on whether to take a cab or take the tipid mantrade-mrt-lrt route home, i decided to board a jeep.
when i got in, two morons sat still while the jeep was already in motion–completely ignoring my plea for them to move a little and make room for me. so, i squeezed myself in between them. since the jeep was already moving, i lost my balance and my 3-inch wedge landed on someone’s toes!
‘putang ina mo!’ reverberated across the cramped jeepney.
and she threw me a look that says, ‘you’re dead.’
of course i apologized.
every educated idiot this side of the planet would do so i suppose.
but guess what?
sorry just wasn’t enough.
she again yelled on top of her his lungs, ‘putang ina mo! ang sakit!’
i swear i shrunk in my seat.
who wouldn’t, right?
i mean–i didn’t intend to step on that foul-mouthed dike’s toes.
it was an accident.
an ‘ouch!’ would have sufficed to demonstrate how utterly hurt she was!
but then i realized, an ‘ouch’ would have been too girly.
but on second thought, if i stepped on a REAL man’s toes, he would have probably said, ‘aray, ‘tang ina’ without the ‘mo’ and without meaning to humiliate me. and he would have said it only once!
now i have reason no. 19876 to love gays more and to despise dikes–with the exception of educated, well-mannered lesbians i happen to respect and love.
