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October 19, 2021, 3:31 p.m.

It is weeks after our graduation in the Basic Playwriting 1 Workshop, and it feels like I need to write again.

I am doing revisions to my play on 'Ang Inun-unan ni Nanay Cleofe,' adding new characters and setting-up new scenes. I hope it does not destroy the essence of the story.

I hope what I am adding on it are beneficial to the story and to what I want to convey to the audience. I pray, I am writing something that people will enjoy and say that they can relate on the story.

On to my writing.

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October 7, 2021, 11:12 a.m.

Here I am writing something on my padlet. I got so used to the routine of writing every day, I would save up some notes on my cellphone every now and then.  Notes of almost anything I can think about, my thoughts on matters that I take my heart into.

Today, VP Leni Robredo announced her candidacy for the presidency. I will vote for her. She is my president. She is my hope for May 2022. I have decided who to vote this early. I know her from the non-government organization world. She was a lawyer for the less fortunate communities who fought giants in government and the private sectors. Leni has the heart and the passion to bring the country to a better position.

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October 6, 2021, 4:40 a.m.

It is a day after our graduation and I seem to write my thoughts again upon waking up.

It has been raining non-stop since last night. Our province is under Signal No.1 and the wind coupled with rain is giving me worried thoughts.

I will make sure all my things, especially books, will be on top of my bed before going out to work. I once came home to all my books that were inside the lowest drawer of my cabinet all buried in rainwater.

Most of my things were once lost when it rained on my birthday, early dawn and a day after new year. Such a terrible experience to go through. We relied on our neighbor's kind hearts as they made sure we had a space in their small 'bahay kubo.'

I will always be grateful for them, as such, I have already considered them part of my extended family. Now we were able to build an Evacuation Room, specifically for us to stay and sleep whenever flood waters would enter our home.

I pray, the rain will soon stop. Or again, we will sleep tonight in the room.

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October 3, 2021, 5:49 a.m.

Today is the day.

The last session for Basic Playwriting 1. Today is our graduation. Our final output will be read and shown to friends and artists alike. It is quite exciting as some of us have never done this before.

It feels like giving birth to a baby and waiting for people to see and hear it. Such butterflies in my stomach. Or is it acid?

There is so much to wish for after this. I wish we could continue to learn and be inspired to write more. Have more opportunities to reach our dreams of someday seeing something we wrote to be put up on screen or online platform.

Someday, Somehow. In some distant future.

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October 2, 2021, 7:05 a.m.

Excited and at the same time having butterflies in my stomach over the performance of our final output for our Basic Playwriting 1 Workshop in Sunday.
It is our last day of workshop and it can not be denied that it took a lot of strength to face my inner wolves and be able to contain my critical voices.

Good thing, I was able to write something that showed my heart. When you yourself is the greatest critic there is in any artwork you do, creating something that can satisfy one's voice takes a lot of energy over oneself.

One needs to really pray and believe. Indeed, we can create when one does not sensor its words and thoughts. Thank you for "Mulat Sulat' exercises. I am not saying goodbye to you once Monday comes. I will continue to write. It might not be everyday. But, I will make sure that I can write at least three times a week.

I will continue to write scripts, too. Scripts that may one day become a play or a TV series or a film.

Who knows right? Well, we all need to dream hard, dream big, dream beyond our time.

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October 1, 2021, 7:15 a.m.

I woke up at 3:00 a.m. but I slept again right away. Lo and behold, my 7:00 a.m. alarm woke me up. I slept straight since waking up at dawn. On Fridays, it is my youngest sister, Fides, who does the cooking, so that I can report to work earlier than the usual 10:00 a.m.

On Fridays, I go to work between 8:00-9:00 a.m. since it is our center day. I haven't talked a lot about my work since I am particular with keeping my life and my work separate.

I can be friends with my workmates and share whatever food I have to them. I share whatever there is in my life. But, there are things that I keep to myself, too. I respect the 'me' time I schedule with myself and the 'me' matters that everyone does not need to know.

People are used to an Amor Maria who has a ready smile every time I meet them. I don't know, it is automatic. I am a shy person; but, I also have that side of talking to people I have just met and learning what their stories are.

I have dimples and I use it to the fullest. Seeing me with no smile at all might be three things. I might be hungry, I might be thinking and doing something serious, or I may be not having the best of both worlds.

As my parents named me, Love Mary or Amor Maria, I take seriously the responsibility of the name and the responsibility of having such name entails.

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September 30, 2021, 5:25 a.m.

It is the  last day of the month and I woke up seeing a post on Facebook about several power interruptions on Saturday.

It sure is a bad timing as we were supposed to have our last session and graduation for the Basic Playwriting 1 Workshop for Mugna Dula 2021.

Good thing I read the message on our group chat that the event is moved to Sunday,October 3. I would have wanted it to be a Saturday since I was ready for that day. I already scheduled a trip with a friend to visit her soon to be finished house somewhere in Maribojoc in the afternoon. It was going to be a hectic day.

Sundays are for the family. So, everyone usually stay at home. And now,we are having our last workshop on a Sunday morning. Well, friends are chosen families; so, having it on a Sunday is still welcomed.

I am looking forward and excited and mighty proud of myself for having survived the past five sessions of the workshop over basic playwriting. Remember, I knew nothing about it when we started.

Here we are, being able to write a final draft output for our one-scene performance play via zoom. Sunday is going to be exciting and heartbreaking.

I am going to miss all my classmates, our resource person and the team behind the workshop. It has been a great experience, from day one until what's going to happen on Sunday. May God bless us all.

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ANG INUN-UNANG TULINGAN NI NANAY CLEOFE- Final Class Output - Draft 1 (Bisaya)
Basic Playwriting 1, Mugna Dula 2021

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ANG INUN-UNANG TULINGAN NI NANAY CLEOFE- Final Class Output - Draft 1 (Bisaya)

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September 29, 2021, 5:47 a.m.

Early in the morning, I received a message from the son  of my bestfriend. All he said in his message was 'bread slicer."

Jacob reminded me of the movie we saw the last time I stayed in their home. The scene where a teenager died going thru a bread slicer in the supermarket. He really knows how to torture me. He knows I feared that scene.

I never could like gory scenes. I could take it when I was young. Watching 'Tales From The Dark Side" was what I loved to do. It was during my elementary years, even if I had nightmares after watching it, I loved horror movies.

That was, until I grew up and frequented the hospitals where blood was aplenty. Everything changed, I hated horror movies. And here I am again, persuaded by a 13-year-old to watch one and tricked into believing that it was okey. His brother, Joshua, even cheered me on.

It was okey for them, seeing my reaction after viewing the scene. They were like bullies, enjoying while seeing me going thru the horror of it, over and over again.

I have taken care of these kids since they were young; so, I could never hate them for doing so. I have considered them as my children. And like, what their mom said to me, that they are never like this with other people. That they are shy and don't even speak. She says they are enjoying my company.

My golly, they sure are succeeding with scaring me and loving me at the same time.

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Activity: Kamusta Ako at the End of Today's Session?

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Activity: Kamusta Ako at the End of Today's Session?

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"Labas, loob, lalim."

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Activity: Checking-in with your Senses & Sensibilities

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Activity: Checking-in with your Senses & Sensibilities

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Basic Playwriting 1, Session 5, September 25, 2021,  9:00 a.m. - 12:00 noon

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Reflections and Insights: September 25, 2021

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Reflections and Insights: September 25, 2021

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Basic Playwriting 1, Session 5, September 25, 2021,  9:00 a.m. - 12:00 noon

Before session 5 started, I had a question for our resource person, JMee Katanyag, over what challenges she had to undergo when she wrote "Padayon," "Charot," and "Tagu-taguan, Nasaan ang Buwan?" I wanted to know how she tackled these challenges and what I can learn from her experiences.

I really enjoyed the Checking In with your Senses and Sensibilities activity. I was able to write a script about food. I incorporated the life of a son of fishermen. I do appreciate when the critiquing of the work presented happens. There are a lot of things I need to improve on, and I am happy that they explain it to me where I lack and what I should do.

As what I have shared in the first session, I know nothing about playwriting. I only write poetry.  So, I shared that I was open to learn how to do it.

With session 5 getting along, I am learning a lot of things that I would not have the opportunity to do so if I was not invited to this workshop.

It was a real treat for us to hear and watch how our scripts would be like when it is performed. It was a new experience and I was very happy for it.

As always, I wanted to know what I should improve on and how I should go through with the script if it was performed.

Now, every time I watch shows or films on TV, I would look at it in a different perspective than before. I would always think about how the writer would describe the scene and I would look out for the dialogues. It sure is an exhilarating experience every time.

As it was the second to the last session, it was overwhelming. I wish we had more lessons. I am having separation anxieties. And, at the same time, excited for the last session.

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September 28, 2021, 6:10 a.m.

I woke up still frustrated.

Frustrated at what transpired yesterday at work. Who would have thought I would not be informed of a decision that happened on September 25.

I was just a message away. And yet, nobody told me. Nobody remembered to even tell me. It pains me that the staff even answered back thru message.

I guess, informing me was never their option. I really felt angry, disappointed and sad. All these emotions I felt yesterday, and remnants of it I still feel now. I am still assessing everything.

Was I that difficult to talk to? Was I that useless? What did I do wrong? When something happens in my life, good or bad, I always look inwards. I always asks if it was my fault.

The incident yesterday hurt me a lot because I did not know. I felt bypassed.

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The wheelchair I used while in rehabilitation therapy at the Holy Name University Medical Center, Inc. 

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September 27, 2021, 6:10 a.m.

What should I do first today?

There are a lot of things to do yet so little time. I want to accomplish a lot of things that need to be finished. Yet, I need to prioritize these tasks.

I used to be a workaholic. Before 2013. Then, that spinal cord compression injury happened. I had to stop working, after so many years since 1997, the first time I stopped working since I had a job just new out of college. I had to stop working because I could not walk, literally.

On June 19, 2013, I was rushed to the Borja Family Hospital Corporation by an ambulance of the municipal government of Maribojoc, Bohol. After trying to get up and down a stack of mono-bloc chairs, I felt extreme pain in my spine. Seconds later, I fell to the floor.

It took 8 male co-workers to bring me down the second floor of the building through a stretcher. All this time, I was agonizing in pain. Four female co-worker friends rode with me in the ambulance. All throughout the journey to the hospital, I cried and screamed because the pain on my back and my legs were intolerable.

When we reached the hospital, my doctor had to inject two doses of morphine before I could stop crying. Then, I found out I was paralyzed waist down. I could not move my toes or feel my legs. Yet, I felt pain in my spine.

For days, it was like this. I felt pain yet I still could not move my legs. I told myself, if God exists, a miracle would happen. I was badly begging Him for a miracle.

If not for my doctor challenging me to move my left toe, I would have been transferred to Cebu for more laboratory tests. I tried my best to move it within the three-day time limit my doctor gave me. I had to.

I needed to, because we could not afford more expenses in Cebu. Medical interventions do cost high. When I was able to do it, me and my family were so happy. Indeed, miracles happen when you pray for it and do what you can.

I could stay in Tagbilaran and continue to recuperate at the hospital. I was able to stand on my feet after the fourth day from moving my toes.

Days after, I was able to slowly walk within the halls of the hospital. It was the start of my rehabilitation with my physical therapists. All through those years, I had to use a wheelchair, then a walker, afterwards, two canes and then eventually, one cane.

Such engagement with rehabilitation therapy would run for years until the pandemic caused it to stop. Now, I contend myself with walking whenever I can.

What's my takeaway from that journey in my life? I have learned to pause from work. I now stop when I get tired and just let my body heal. Sometimes, we all need to listen well to our body and let physical healing take over.

I realized, life is not a rat race.  I needed to take care of myself, before I could take care of others.

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September 26, 2021, 6:42 a.m.

I woke up with the thought of how the Maribojoc elections will look like in 2022.

It has been kinda disappointing electing a leader and realizing that he was just a sitting duck. A leader who does not have any initiative to bring about development and change.

I want a leader who thinks for the good of the people, sincere in giving what the people needs and not what he wants to have in his pocket. A leader who is not afraid to take risks.

Someone just announced that he is running for mayor. I do not know what his platforms are or what made him think he can do the job very well. I believe one has to fully understand the roles and responsibilities of a municipal chief executive.

A candidate has to study how governance should be done if he or she wants to lead a town. One should know, understand and have an open mind for real public service.

A candidate should have the resolve to do the development platforms he or she promised to the people.  A leader whose heart will serve without taking money from the public funds.

I once knew of a famous public official whose household help had to get her salary from the office of the treasurer. Or the public  market in-charge who did not remit the exact amount collected. Or that loval practice where you act as if the help you gave was from your own pocket when all the while it was from the taxes of the people.

Yes, corruption has long been happening in the halls and corridors of our government buildings.  While some are done in secluded places. The worse of it all is the corruption in plain sight, right in front of you.

Indeed, corruption is imbedded in the  simplest of things in government. What do we do to curb that practice?

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Mulat Sulat
September 25, 2021, 6:34 a.m.

I woke up with text messages from Lazada. It seems it is the only constant in everyone's world who loves ordering online.

It is way safer than buying these products in crowded stores. Most of its products have also better quality than what I see in our province.

Long ago, cash on delivery was frowned upon. Or even delivery for that matter. Stores before would force shoppers to come to their locations.

Now that we are experiencing the Covid-19 Pandemic, some things have become more accessible online. But amidst the accessibility of things, it is the virus whose accessibility I do not welcome in everyone's lives.

I would not want another death all because of the ineptness of our government in its' handling of the crisis.

Sadly, the growing corruption inside government is a virus in itself.

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September 24, 2021, 5:30 a.m.

I am back into waking up at 5:00 p.m., as I wake up to mosquitos biting me.

They are feeding on my blood. Much like how some people use my naiveness for their advantage. But, who cares? I am better off doing things that I love rather than thinking about how people perceive me.

As one gets old, the journey has taught me to chose my battles. Not everything should be fought. Some are meant to teach you to just beg off from engaging their negativity and killing them with kindness.

It is way better than shouting at someone or hurting them physically or emotionally or financially. Oh, how did I end up with this thought on a Friday morning?

Then, another mosquito bites me.

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Shattered Emotions, 2020, Mixed Media. This was exhibit during the Baji Arts Exhibit 2020 held at the new Bohol Provincial Capitol Building in Tagbilaran City. 

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Random Thoughts, September 23, 2021

I want to paint again.

I want to start doing what I love again. It has been months since I finished an artwork. I need to channel all these frustrations to a canvass and just create something that bleeds the emotions in my heart.

My favorite to use is mixed media, but mostly acrylic, textured paints or anything that I can put on my painting. I started painting thru a summer art class for adults by Artist-Teacher-Friend Jhacky Curambao-Aballe back in April-June 2017.

Teacher Jhacy was offered to do her classes on an area owned by my bestfriend-doctor-artist-teacher Elva Evasco-Auza, I immediately signified my interest to be one of her students.

I committed my weekends with Teacher Jhacky to create my first pieces of artworks. From then on, I tried to paint and have an artwork ready for our annual Baji Arts Exhibit every March. Since March 2011, my only entry were mostly poetry or balak.

It is my 4th year in learning how to paint. I still do not have the confidence that I know what I am doing. I really don't know anything about painting. But, I am open to learn and ready to accept new ideas.

Got to use those canvass at home. I need to paint. Now.

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September 23, 2021, 6:12 a.m.

I am super sleepy.

I just want to sleep and not go to work. Tired? Or just effects of the Montelukast Sodium maintenance medicine for my Asthma that I took last night.

There's nothing on my mind. I don't have thoughts. I only want to sleep.

I really could really just stay in bed until I want to get up. But, only if it was not my role to cook breakfast.

Oh my goodness, I want to sleep. I can't write anymore. Maybe I should sleep for another 30 minutes before I start cooking.

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September 22, 2021, 6:42 a.m.

I really had a good night sleep. I woke up late because I am back at my bestfriend's home again. I invited myseld and they had not choice but to endure my visit. 😁

One thing I enjoyed last night was my conversations with the kids. I enjoyed talking with them because they have a lot of ideas. And because I know I am a 45-year-old kid inside.

I also enjoyed last night's charcuterie prepared by my bestfriend, Elva. We ate it together with her husband, Jerome.

I consider them part of my family as we have known each other since first year high school, way back in June 1989.

We have stood the test of time and shared a lot of ups and downs. We have made memories together.

Their battles are mine, if need be. I will be there when they need me. Lastly, I am so happy for what they have achieved as individuals and as a family. ❤️

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Sa panulat ni Amor Maria J. Vistal

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Basic Playwriting 1, Session 4, September 15, 2021, 8:00 a.m. - 12:00 noon

Reflect more and take in everything that has been discussed.

Paa sa lupa,girl! Paa sa lupa!

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Basic Playwriting 1, Session 4, September 15, 2021, 8:00 a.m. - 12:00 noon

I was privileged to ask our resource person, Teacher JMee Katanyag, on how she started writing.  Knowing how she her story is an inspiration to many.

My highlight of the session were the break out groups. We had to chance to personally interact, though virtual, with our fellow workshop participants. The first break out team was a bit awkward as we were both shy. But, we got settled in with sharing our ideas.

The collaboration with other writers to create a script with the platform of writing for online performance was exciting. It was time-bound and we had to request for additional minutes. But, the whole experience was memorable.

We were able to create an output that we all three had our contributions. We realized doing the collaboration was better face to face as it would give us more time to know each other better. We all prayed that somehow, we would be given a chance to see each other even once before the workshop ends.

As we have two sessions more to go, I am having separation worries. Some good things never last. But these worries I feel, I will make it an inspiration for me to continue to write. Honestly, I will miss these kind of Saturday mornings.

I feel like, I am consoling myself of the sure fact that this next Saturday will be the second to the last session. Saying goodbye for me is never easy. It's painful. Maybe, I can write another poem about it soon.

With all the revisions done to our countries' history, writing is my way of getting the stress out. Today, September 21, is the 49th anniversary of the declaration of Martial Law in the Philippines where the late president Ferdinand Marcos and his family ruled for over 20 years with allegations of human rights violations and corruption.  It is a sad day as people have forgotten what really happened. They are bent to believe that it was the greatest years of the Philippines.

That is where writing is important. Writing for the truth should be what every writer should put in their hearts. But, who has the truth? As I also believe that, truth are often treated as subjective by many.

Even with that, I am still for writing for advocacy.

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September 21, 2021, 6:15 a.m.

I woke with pillows on top of me. Having settled back into my own room, I was engulfed with my security pillows.

Today, some parts of my body are aching. Last night's massage was my third from Masaje de Bohol. In June 2013 and years after, I was told by my rehab doctor not to undergo body massages, especially foot massage, as it might trigger some nerve problems or something else.

I am not proud of this, but, I defied my doctor's orders. On my first try, I had a back and head massage. On the second visit, I tried their signature massage, the Bol-anon Amuma.

One miracle that came out from having been massaged lately is the toes on my left foot can now be slowly flexed. Since June 2013, I could not move these toes freely. I had to force it to wiggle.

Now, I can.

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September 20, 2021, 5:55 a.m.

It is Monday and it has been raining since last night. It got me worried since our place is prone to flooding. I once woke up to water below my bed, right on my birthday some years ago.

We had to evacuate and go to our neighbor's house. Water entered our home due to heavy typhoon rains. Water from the road and neighboring higher areas converged in our basin-like land. Call it a lake house when it rains.

Woken up at dawn and bringing whatever we can to transfer to another house was traumatic. Worse, having my room on the lower level of the house, water destroyed most of my things.

Books, letters, gifts from friends, clothes, even my bed, were wet. When rain water subsided, we celebrated my birthday by cleaning up the whole house. But, we were grateful that we were all safe and our neighbors helped us.

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September 19, 2021, 7:14 a.m.

It has been a tiring week. A lot happened and I am exhausted.

I woke up late, because it is a Sunday. We are going to walk in the park this morning with my siblings to exercise.

The first thought in my mind is my long lost younger sister, Lillian Marie. She left home sometime in January 2010 and she has not returned since.

I do not know where she is living or working. She decided to leave the family and live on her own.

Wherever she is, I miss her. I miss her and I am worried about her. Who takes care of her when she is sick? Does she have friends who are her support system?

She has always been a lone wolf. I hope she has someone whom she can call when she is not feeling well.

God, I miss An-an. ❤️

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September 19, 2021

Nakaupo na ako sa lupa
pilit iniintindi ang lahat
ang mga pangyayari kanina lang
hawak ko pa ang unan mo

Tinatawag ang pangalan
nakikiusap, hinihingi ang isa pang pagkakakataon
sana naririnig ako ng nasa taas
kaya kong magparaya ng wagas

Para lang makita kang muli
na nakaupo, tumatawa sa joke ko
naiinis dahil corny naman talaga
sabay hampas sa akin ng tuwalya

Habang minamasdan ko sa malayo
ang mga naghuhukay na nakaputi
ang daming tanong na nasa isipan ko
hindi ko na kaya, mahal ko

Nabalot ka ba ng maayos?
Kompleto kaya ang sapatos mo?
May rosaryo ka ba sa kamay mo?
Sinuklayan ka ba bago nilagyan ng make-up?

Meron bang nag alay ng dasal
sa huling segundo ng paghinga mo?
sana yung katabi mo sa ward
ipinagdasal ka sa oras ng pagpanaw mo

Isang paalam na walang paalam
hindi ka man lang nagparamdam
umalis ka na wala man lang pasabi
walang text message o miscol

Lumisan na walang yumayakap
walang humahawak sa kamay mo
walang nagsasabi sa iyo
na mahal kita, mahal na mahal

Para saan ba itong lahat?
hahayaan ko na lang ang panahon
na humilom ng sugat ng iyong paglisan
kasama ang mga masasayang alaala na iniwan mo

Sana sa mga darating na araw
maiintindiihan ko ang lahat
at kung hindi man,
sana, paunti-unti man lang

Paalam, mahal ko
asawa, kinakasama, anak, kapatid,
pinsan, tito, tita, pamangkin,
lola, lolo, apo sa tuhod,

Malayong kamag-anak, kaklase,
kaibigan na itinuring na pamilya,
kalaro sa binggo at majong,
kasabay sa jeep o van,

kapitbahay, kachismisan
kaaway, kapartido,
mga taong nakalimutan na
ng mga mahal nila sa buhay

Sana mapayapa kayo
kung saan mang mundo kayo ngayon
sana tulungan ninyo kami
na bumangon, labanan ang lungkot

Makayanan ang pighati
ng iyong paglaya sa sakit
at hirap sa paghinga
sana, gabayan ninyo kami

Na tumahak sa isang
matuwid at mapayapang daan
maghintay sa aming tamang panahon
hanggang sa muli, paalam. ❤️

#AmorMariaVistalPoetry

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September 18, 2021, 6:47 p.m.

Wala akong magawa

kundi tumunganga

mapapatingin sa malayo

habang katabi ang mahal ko

Wala siyang ginawa

para maramdaman ko ito

ang pag-uulila na parang

ang lalim, ang dilim, ang bigat

Paano ko sasabihin

sa kanya, sa sarili ko

na wala na, wala na

wala na ang pagmamahal

Na nabuo, nahubog

sa dalawang taon

na naging kami

pero susuko rin pala ako

Tama na, ayoko

huwag na nating pahabain

ang mga taon

paalam, Mahal Ko.

#AmorMariaVistalPoetry

* While doing overtime work today, I suddenly had the urge to write a poem, in Tagalog.

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Written by Jhea Mae M. Canete, Merravic D. Calle and Amor Maria J. Vistal

* An output of Group 2 for our Writing for Performance Group Activity for Session 4, we were assigned to work on a script having the online world as the platform.

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Quarantine, sa panulat ni Jhea, Mavvic at Amor

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September 18, 2021, 6:54 a. m.

For six hours on December 2, 2013, I was on life support. I was undergoing open heart surgery at the Borja Family Hospital as a beneficiary of the Philippine Gift of Life Foundation, Inc. together with 31 other beneficiaries who needed heart surgery.

While my surgery was going on, doctors were wondering how to get the unexpected blood clots sitting on top of my heart when they opened me up. According to my doctor, they even had to read medical books while on surgery because the clots were not visible in my laboratory tests.

The surgery served two purposes: to repair my mitral valve and to get my blood clots. If they were somewhere else in my body, I would not have survived. If it ever developed into an attack, I could not be operated on a different area while I had one done at that moment.

That is why I am grateful for waking up each day. Because, it means you are still alive and you still have a purpose to do His/Her will.

Praise God for first breaths!

Praise God for this life! ❤️

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September 17, 2021, 6:18 a.m.

The first thing I do when I wake up everyday is check my heart rate, blood pressure and oxygen level. Since my older brother gave me a watch that can do so, I can check them.

I check how much sleep I had. I have noticed that I can sleep well in our living room. I usually get an excellent mark or between 90-100% of sleep quality when I sleep there.

Seldom do I get such rate when I sleep alone in my own room. I have to really discover why. But, this is my assumption though: my sister sleeps late and she stays in the living room, and since she is my security blanket, I am safe in her company. Nothing bad will happen to me.

Since my trauma in February 2005, I have had the fear of waking up being molested. That is why I continue to pray for God to give me a good and safe place to sleep every night.

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This is my story. A story I would have preferred to keep to myself. But, I realized I needed to write it for those undergoing such trials and are suffering in silence.

This is a chapter of my life that support from family and friends were very crucial as the accused came from an influential family in the city.

The decision of the case I filed on February 2005 against the accused was released on October 10, 2010 by the Judge-Designate Lindecita C. Arcamo of the 10th Municipal Circuit Trial Court in Jagna, Bohol.

Atty. Paul C. Magallano was found guilty of the charges against him.

He filed an appeal with the Regional Trial Court, Branch 2 in Tagbilaran City, Bohol. The decision of Presiding Judge Jennifer Chavez-Marcos acquitted the accused on May 21, 2018. The decision cited that the prosecution failed to establish the guilt of the accused beyond reasonable doubt.

The decision  of the lower court of MCTC Jagna, Bohol of the case was reversed and set aside.

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Kawayan, sa panulat ni Amor Maria J. Vistal

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September 16, 2021, 5:50 a.m.

It is Thursday, and I am not yet finished with my assignment for Saturday, which is due tonight. I cannot make up my mind on what type of script I want to focus on.

I am inclined to write stand-up comedy, but I also like monologues and drama. I should also try doing radio. Oh my! There are many kinds of script formats and I need to chose one really quick.

What story needs to be told and presented on stage? Should I write something close to my heart? Should I write something on advocacy?

All these thoughts upon waking up, and I am still having asthma, though it has mellowed down. I hope it will go away as soon as possible.

I have a lot of work to do in the office. Wish me luck that I can achieve everything today.

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September 15, 2021, 4:31 p. m.

This is not another 'Mulat, Sulat' post. It is totally a post that I personally want to write down. Not an assignment; but, a 'thank you' post.

I started writing my morning notes last September 5, a Sunday and hours before the third session of the Basic Playwriting 1 Workshop. At first, I wondered what it was for. Why do we need to write one?

Then slowly, it dawned on me, while writing the daily mini-thought diaries, it was helping me open my mind and write more. Honestly, I have stopped writing diaries ever since I realized someone in my family was very eager to read them without my permission. I had to hide my diaries far from prying eyes.

'Mulat, Sulat' gave me an opportunity not to sensor my thoughts. And I am so thankful for this activity. It may be a simple task to some or when you look at it at first. But, it brings back childhood memories of writing down my days. It brought back hope within.

Last Thursday night, our younger brother Paul told the whole family that he had fever and for a couple of days before that had hard cough already. His symptoms alarmed the family and we decided to have self-imposed quarantine; while waiting when the swab tests will be and the results thereafter. We already considered our brother as a suspected Covid19-positive. We had to, we could not be complacent. Life was at stake and we could not just assume it was not. Everyone in the family had comorbidities.

We had to be at home for our co-workers to be safe. And we had to be at home, for our family to be safe, too. At first, we were told that Paul was going to be swabbed on Saturday and he was to go to the Provincial Health Office (PHO) for the swab test. We disagreed with our brother going to the facility as we didn't have a vehicle. Bringing him there through public transportation was also a risk.

Then Saturday came and we were told that the provincial ambulance was available the next Monday. Thus, as model citizens, we continued our self-imposed quarantine at home. Monday, 9:00 a.m., Paul was picked-up by the PHO ambulance. It basically took an hour and a-half before he was returned home.

On Monday night, a reliable source told us that our brother tested negative from Covid-19. Indeed, strictly following health protocols and with enormous prayers, miracles do happen and we are so grateful. Still, we continue to be as strict at work and at home when it comes to health protocols. Covid-19 is still lurking and waiting for someone to get infected. We have to be strict, as our family does not have the capacity to pay a P1M hospital bill.

You might ask, 'What's the title got to do with what happened to them?"

"Mulat, Sulat" has a lot to do with my survival in the five days I stayed home, at the same time worrying if we were also infected with the virus. Focusing on being able to write down my notes upon waking up, got me to focus on important things.

Yes, five days is just a few days. But, the worried feeling all throughout hearing my brother cough and having his temperature go up and down, cooking food for the family the whole day, getting the utensils for my brother disinfected, taking our respective medicines at home, etc., all these stresses would not be just a task without "Mulat, Sulat."

What did it gave me?

The exercise gave me strength. It gave me hope that everything was going to be all right. "Mulat, Sulat" brought me back to myself, to that Amor Maria who never stopped writing before, to her who would love to scribble on her small notebook and hiding it deep into her things in the cabinet.

Today, I realize, I should recommend 'Mulat, Sulat," to my friends who are undergoing quarantine because they are positive with Covid-19 or because they were exposed to persons having the virus. It should be what they should do, chronicle their journey, write down their thoughts and their things to do once they finished with the isolation.

Before this post goes anywhere else, let me thank the people behind "Mugna Dula 2021." Thank you to our facilitator and resource person, Ate J-Mee Katanyag. Thank you for including "Mulat, Sulat" in your workshop. Thank you for always inspiring us to do better with our outputs.

My heartfelt gratitude to everyone in Kasing Sining for the opportunity, thank you for all the help. Thank you also to the Provincial Government of Bohol for funding this project.

As I close this write-up, I say a prayer to everyone who are going through a journey. May they have the strength to go on.

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September 15, 2021, 5:45 a.m.

I have just opened my eyes and I can't deny the fact that I have an Asthma attack right now.

I am catching my breath again every so often.

It seems, I may have this because of the cold weather. Or worse, from the upbeat work I have had at home cooking for the family while having quarantine since Friday.

I am sure, this is not too much water intake. It is Asthma. Breathing deep again. At the same time, worrying about a lot of things.

I should take my emergency medicine now. Or take that nebulizer down. I need to cook breakfast asap. I need to go to work today.

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Reflections and Insights: September 11, 2021

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Reflections and Insights: September 11, 2021

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Basic Playwriting 1, Session 3, September 11, 2021, 8:00 a. m. – 12:07 noon

Due to unforeseen events, I had a problem with my internet signal again. Our family decided to impose self-quarantine while awaiting the swab result of my younger brother who had fever and hard cough. But, such would not be a hindrance to fully participate in Session 3 of Basic Playwriting 1 as I am determined to attend each session.

Teacher J-mee Katanyag reminded everyone at the start of the session of the writing house rules. It was a good start to all participants who were shy or somehow felt awkward sharing their outputs. We looked up on what should be the checklist when writing a script. Four main things to remember when writing were: character, setting, conflict and plot; aside from the other areas that we should also factor in.

We also run through the different elements of drama; that here should be an opening, a middle, and an end. I enjoyed the discussion about the script, its parameters, writing for performance as well as the tone and tense.

I realized that a good writer should be as imaginative as she can be and write something that can be felt in reality. A writer should be like a sponge, for ideas to come in and write something that touches the heart or create several emotions.

We were given our assignment for the week, to write a 1-3 page version of the chosen form of performance piece in script format. I pray I can muster the courage to write this.

All these writing exercises we are having will help us with our goal, to write something for performance. So, I will give my all even if I do not know what to write yet.

The thought of not being able to write that one script, continues to be a fear. But, as all writers have such worries, I will focus on what I can do, on what I want to write about, on what story needs to be told thru performance.

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Basic Playwriting 1, Session 3, September 11, 2021

Tauhan:

Peter - isang 50 anyos na lalaki na nakatira malapit sa may katolikong paaralan sa Cavite.

Dianne - isang 17 anyos na dalagita, galing Gapan, nakikiupa sa Cavite.

Oras at Lugar:

Alas-tres na ng hapon. Papasok si Peter sa isang kwarto na hindi masyadong maliwanang. Ito ay nasa ikat-anim na palapag na gusali. Ilalapag niya ang kanyang dyaket at sumbrero sa lumang upuan. Haharap kay Diane na nakaupo malapit sa may mesa na gawa sa kahoy. Nanggagalaiti sa galit at gustong ibato ang hawak niya.

Peter: Kamusta ka?

Diane: Dumating ka pa!

Peter: Kanina ka pa?

Diane: Ang tagal kong naghintay!

Walang reaksiyon si Peter sa galit ni Diane. Ilalapit niya ang kanyang upuan sa mesa at kukunin sa dyaket ang isang libro.  Uumpisahan niyang tuturuan si Diane sa kung paano makipag-usap sa Conversational English.

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Basic Playwriting 1, Session 3, September 11, 2021

Pagkatapos ng session na ito, patuloy akong tutunganga at mag-iisip kung anong isusulat ko para sa takdang aralin ng Session 3 na hindi makakatulog ang magbabasa.

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Basic Playwriting 1, Session 3, September 11, 2021

Personal Mantra: Always be grateful for miracles and challenges in your life. It strengthens your resolve.

Tauhan: Liza - isang dalagita sa may Baseco

Kagagaling lang ng trabaho, patakbong papasok ang dalagita sa hapagkainan nila. Bubuksan ang takip ng pananghalian. Makikita niya ang kalahating tuyo at isang tasang kanin.

Liza: Salamat, Lord. May natira pa.

Maghuhugas ng kamay si Liza at kukuha ng isang basong tubig. Magsisimulang kumain na nakakamay habang nakaangat ang kanyang kaliwang paa sa upuan.

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My First Painting - Fight - March 22, 2017

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September 14, 2021, 5:32 a.m.

I remembered that one of the Facebook status I posted on my wall last night was about the how some people are undermining artists, especially in the province of Bohol. Those who do not give proper and just compensation, because, according to them, we are just ‘artists’.

Some of these perpetrators are people I know, respectable ones at that. You would not expect they short-changed local artists. Some are paid really late, some are not all paid, some harassed and threatened, some sweet-talked into ‘i-libe mo na lang’ talks, some paid half the price of what the middleman was given, and so much more.

It is a scary world out there. Not just of artists. It is a scary world for professionals and non-professionals in our province, because some are employed of their services below the minimum wage. Something that is all right because, according to the community radio, the powers-that-be are rubbing elbows with the rich and famous. Some turn a blind eye over this injustice.

When is enough, enough?

And oh, I forgot, my brother, Paul Joseph, his swab test result was negative! Praise God! Freedom feels nearer to home.

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My First Painting - Fight - March 22, 2017

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Waking up worried on my small bamboo bed. (",)

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September 13, 2021, 6:22 a.m.

I woke up worried.

Will the provincial ambulance be able to pick up my brother early? What kind of swab test will he have? How long will the results take?

I hope it comes out negative.

Even if I am disappointed with how my brother, Paul Joseph, withheld his symptoms, I still care about what is happening to him. He might be very stubborn; but, he is my brother.

I will always look after him, even if he mistakes my reprimands as I am against him. I call up his faults because I want him to take care of himself, especially that he is two years younger than me. He is old, he needs to act his age and be healthy.

Why am I worried?

Paul Joseph has already had two major attacks of high blood pressure and all that, he was rushed to the hospital. If he continues to buy or eat food that he is not allowed to have, or not do any exercise at all, or just continue to watch TV and play games on the internet, his health will really be getting worse.

Why couldn't he realize that I had to take drastic measures with my health after my spinal cord compression injury and my open heart surgery to show to my siblings that it can be done. That, we can be healthy if we have the conviction to do it. (",)

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Binged-watching Alta Mar during Self-quarantine

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Binged-watching Alta Mar during Self-quarantine

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September 12, 2021, 6:06 a. m.

I woke up late today as me and my siblings finished off the series we were watching. It was Alta Mar or High Seas.

It is one of the best Spanish stories written, although it had scenes where the flaws were obvious. Still, it got us hooked from the first episode.

Oh, how I wish I wish I could write a script that was great as Alta Mar is. Damn, every episode kept us at the edge of our seats.

Imposing self-quarantine at home is not bad at all. Yes, we can't go out since our younger brother is still waiting when he will be picked up by the provincial ambulance for swabbing.

So, we decided to watch a good show to at least enjoy our stay home. Who would have thought we would be quarantined?

If my younger brother was more truthful with what he was already feeling days before, we would have done an early intervention. But, still, all of us in the home would still be quarantined. ❤️

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September 11, 2021, 5:26 a. m.

I have just woke up and I immediately started writing.

I am worried about how I am going to use the Korean-type cookware for breakfast. Our newly-bought induction cooktop from Lazada that mas made of glass broke down. That was a day after our old induction cooker stopped working, too.

We could have bought a new one, if it was ordinary times. But, right now, we cannot. We are on a self-imposed quarantine because my younger brother, Paul, has fever and hard cough. He is scheduled for swabbing today. I just hope the results will be negative.

My brother John and me could not report for work as we also enforced upon ourselves forced quarantine. We did it to protect people in our workplace to be safe, too.

I could just imagine those workers who have 'no work, no pay' arrangements. How would they feed their families if they are the breadwinners? Where will they get their food if governments is inept?

How would our dedicated employees who would have wanted to provide the people with proper government service feel? Would they still be okey when they are already exhausted?

Where do we go from here?

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September 10, 2021, 5:23 a. m.

I am writing this while my left leg is being put into hot towel therapy. At the same time, I am eating a banana. My leg cramped again because I had my Furosemide medicine yesterday.

I had to take it since I have had too much water intake. Supposedly, my limit per day is 1.5 liters. I felt I exceeded it.

My sister was already asleep, so I had to fend for myself. I heated water on our heater while getting a towel and a basin. I was doing all of these while my leg was bursting in pain.

I had to do it as fast as I could because the pain was already unbearable. ❤️

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Sa Panulat Ni: Amor Maria J. Vistal

TAUHAN:

Danny - Isang 45 anyos na magsasaka na kararating lang sa Bohol galing Dupax del Norte, Nueva Vizcaya, nakikitira sa bahay ng pinsan niya.

Joselito - Medyo angat sa buhay na pinsan ni Danny na may dalawang-palapag na bagong bahay sa Maribojoc, Bohol.

TAGPUAN:

Nagising si Danny ng ala-singko ng umaga, nahulog siya sa kanyang higa-an na nasa kwarto ng bagong gawang bahay ng pinsan niya.

Iiyak siya, hindi dahil sa sakit ng pagkahulog, kundi may naalala siya. Bubuksan ang bintana na gawa sa salamin. Medyo mahirap buksan dahil mabigat at bago.  Papatayin niya ang ilaw sa kwarto niya, habang hahawakan ang cellphone. May babasahen na lumang papel na dala pa niya galing Dupax del Norte.

Kakatok si Joselito sa pinto at bubuksan ni Danny.

Joselito: Danny, ang yung ingay kani-kanina lang? Okey ka lang ba? May masakit ba sa iyo? Tra, kape tayo.

Danny: Nahulog ako sa kama ko, pinsan. Okey lang, hindi naman masakit. Wala lang ito sa sakit na nararamdaman ko ngayon, sa panloloko na ginawa ng anak ko. Siya na yung may-ari nang bukid sa Dupax del Norte.

Lalabas si Danny ng kwarto, susunod kay Joselito, pilit na ngumingiti, kahit wasak ang puso niya at paiyak na.

[Assignment for Session 2 of Basic Playwriting 1 Workshop
September 5, 2021, 9:00 a. m. - 12:00 noon]

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September 9, 2021, 4:05 a. m.

Good morning! It is the birthday of a friend today. Since we are staying on a friend's new house, we stayed in one room. Thus, we woke up at the same time, excited for the birthday girl.

It is good to that she has added another life of existence. She is turning 40 and looks at the world with a good heart. Being a year older, she prays for a better life ahead.

Thank you, Lord, for giving her the gift of life. She is a good mother, a supportive wife, a loving daughter to her parents and a helpful sister to her siblings. Her name is Melecia Robin. You can call her Mhel. ❤️

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Reflections and Insights: September 5, 2021

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Reflections and Insights: September 5, 2021

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Basic Playwriting 1, Session 2, September 5, 2021

I have been putting off writing my reflections and insights. Do not get me wrong, I enjoyed the second session. I had just a lot on mind that I wasn't able to sit down and write it without distractions.

So, here I am on a rainy and cold Wednesday morning writing my thoughts.

Session 2 was a struggle for me, wifi-wise. I was at home and I planned to rely on our wifi connection. Lo and behold, it felt like I was riding on a Tortoise. It was so slow that I missed the important instructions Teacher J-mee gave. I nearly gave up and lost my cool with how the connection was non-existent. But, I persevered and told myself that I was better than the connection.

I needed help and I requested for it. For anybody who could repeat the instructions and how the output was supposed to be. Thank you for the Kasing Sining angels who had the patience to help me.

I loved the 'Paglantaw sa Lunsod' activity. I was assigned to write the "Town of No Death.' I enjoyed writing what I wanted my town to be, using the sense-based approached. At the back of my mind, I thought of how the scene would really look like.

The writing process of the whole group took a lot of time. Understandable because we were just starting with writing using sense-based stories.

The writing for performance exercise that followed thereafter excited me because I wrote in our mother-tounge. It felt good. Describing the scene using 'binisaya" felt more at home and it reignited my 'bisaya' writing voice. Most of my favorite poems are written in 'bisaya,' so I am sure I enjoy it.

We had a short introduction at script writing. Goodness, my mind was already raising on what I would write in the future. Teacher J-mee discussed the parameters of a script: audience, what to see and what to hear.

At this point, I realized that attending this workshop was truly a miracle, a gift. Who would have thought I would have this opportunity. Thank God for angels.

I love the 'Kamusta Ka' session 2 ending. Writing a sense-based short description of how I was during and after the session was exciting for me. I wanted to feel like I was in a scene.

We have an assignment: writing a scene. Oh my, I hope I can pass on time.

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September 8, 2021, 4:35 a. m.

I woke up feeling refreshed today. Although, I slept at a new place, I had a good night sleep.

I do not usually sleep well on the first night when I'm somewhere aside from my home. But, today I did.

My bestfriend's new home is like living in a resort. This is her first real abode that looks like a house, built on her own blood and tears. And I am damn proud of what she has accomplished.

Someday, I will live in a small compact home where I could walk the area within a minute. Having been an ID-issued person with disability (PWD) since 2013, I need a space that is good for PWDs. A better and with safe access home.

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September 7, 2021 at 4:01 a. m..

I am up earlier than usual. I had to turn off the electric fan as it was colder than ever. Felt another left leg cramp, but it suddenly fizzled down.

I think I have a  slight Asthma as I can hear a bit of that little cat inside my chest. Oh my! I need to puff my emergency medicine again, which is Adeflo, before I post this write-up.

I do not want a full blown attack a few minutes from now. Taking care of that small symptom immediately for it not to get worse.

It seems my sugar is still high as I still have blurred vision. The letters are not clear and I am not sure of what I see. I should have not eaten that chocolate last night.

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September 6, 2021

I was awaken by cramps on my left leg at 5:01 a.m. and it was painful.  Good thing it was just for a few seconds and my leg was okey again.

This is a normal occurrence in my life having had a spinal cord compression injury back in June 2013. Three days where I was paralyzed waist down. That is why I am thankful for Bananas. It has always been my lifesaver.

I am also thankful for my sister who was awake when the leg cramp happened. My sister, my yaya, my bestfriend, my enemy, my stronghold.

Three minutes is just too short for me. The time is up already and I want to go back to sleep. Or should I start cooking breakfast? Should I even try that three-page wild-writing exercise instead?

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Nisulod ko sa kusina ug nilingkud sa lingkuranan nga anaa sa tunga sa among lamesa. Akong nakita ang Inun-unang Tulingan nga gibutang sa akong inahan sa akong tungod.

Nakurat ko kay ni siyagit akong manghud nga si Erickson. Nihilak og kalit, samtang nagtindog sa among pultahan. Ngano kaha ug unsay may nahitabo? Unsa kahay rason?

Wala nako panumbalinga ang akong igsuon kay samtang naglingkod, nagpadayon ko og pagtilaw sa giluto ni Mama. Sa diha nga nitilaw ko sa maong pagkaon, akong namatikdan nga kuwang og asin ug suka ang isda.

Pipila lang ka segundo ang milabay, nakabaho ko og sunog nga ligid ug nakadungog sab sa kusog nga pagbuto sa among sakyanan nga jeep.

Nabalaka ko sa panghitabo. Namugnaw ug nibati og kakuyaw kay naka hinumdum sa susamang baho nga sunog. Pastilan, ako man diay gisunog ang balay sa among silingan tulo na ka tuig amg milabay.

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Ngarag si Amor dahil mahina ang signal ng wifi sa bahay nila. Palipat-lipat ng sulok, hinahanap kung saan malakas si PLDT.

Natataranta siya, pero kailangan niyang maging mahinahon para makapag-isip ng tama.

At sa wakas, nakarating siya sa sulok ng kwarto ng kuya niya.

Sabay nang malalim na buntong hininga, sabi niya, "Salamat, Lord."

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In our town, it is mountainous and is found in the middle of a paradise island.

In our town, our streams seem to have healing vitamins and minerals as people drink from it without fail.

In our town, our skies are covered with blueish and empty space.

In our town, hundred-old trees surround it and our houses are built on stilts and are made with materials sourced out from nature.

In our town, a cool breeze caresses the people even at lunch time.

In our town, boisterous laughter from children are heard early morning until midnight.

In our town, fresh air abound in whatever place you maybe.

In our town, savoury smell of dried fish and garlic fried rice come from our homes.

In our town, animals and plants alike exist, each helping each other to survive.

In our town, people are positively calm and listens intently without judgement.

In our town, our mayor is transparent, believes in good governance and open government.

In our town, the only crime people do here is the crime of over-sharing of food and things.

In our town, we give whatever we can give without expecting something in return.

In our town, we give a 100% of ourselves and help those in need as much as we can.

In our town, we do not have space for hatred and violent deaths.

In our town, we have an abundant peace of mind and have contentment in our hearts.

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September 5, 2021

I was introduced to writing by my father, Tito Petagara Vistal. I grew up with writing poetry and stories. So, this 'Mulat Sulat' exercise is not new as I love writing. What's new is not editing the thoughts that come to me early in the morning and having a three-minute time limit.

It is still dark outside and I only hear the sound of the electric fan infront of my bed. It has been cold for a couple of mornings now; yet, I can't sleep without the fan on. I love the cold. It seems, I may have been born in the arctic region in my previous life.

It is 5:00 a.m. and I always wake up at this hour every day. Call it a habit and a duty, as I am assigned to cook the family's breakfast. Before the pandemic, we had a house help to do it. However, she went home to Inabanga, Bohol because she was afraid of the lockdown.

So, now, it is literally only five of us at home: my older brother John Titus, me, my younger brother Paul Joseph, my youngest sister Fides Maria and our dear mother Lilia. Each one of us has tasks and chores to do around the house the whole day.

I do not want to be late for our workshop's second session today and the time limit is up. So, this means, it is cooking time!

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I. INTRODUCTION

Malambing pero palaban!
Iyakin pero matapang!

Mamahalin mo nang buong-buo!

SEXY HEART AND SECOND CHANCES
sa panulat ni Amor Maria J. Vistal

II. SENSE POETRY

Galing ako sa...

mapait at mainit na kape

mabahong utot ng kapatid ko

unang tunog ng boses ni Jose Marie Chan habang kumakanta noong September 1

unang tawa ng pamangkin ko pagkatapos niyang isilang

masakit na turok ng karayom ng glucometer sa daliri ko

takot ko habang nagising ako na may pilit na humahalay sa akin.

III. AKO AY ISANG...

Isa akomg buto
na kailangang
itanim,
diligan,
aalalayan,
at patuloy na nanalangin
na mabuhay at tumubo
para maging isang bagay
na may pakinabang sa isang
batang gutom.

IV. REFLECTIONS AND. TODAY'S INSIGHTS

When I was told that there was going to be a Basic Playwriting 1 Workshop come September 2021, I was overwhelmed.  I did not understand if it was worry, anxiety, joy or excitement that I felt at that time. All I knew was, it was a blessing that was worth grabbing.

Indeed, the decision to join the workshop was a good one. It fired up my inner child again! It enabled me to remember that part of me who loved acting and directing ever since I was in elementary.

I am embarking on a new journey in basic playwriting that I know nothing about. With that, I am taking a risk with the knowledge that whatever the outcome will be, it will be a road worth traveling. The fears are aplenty. But, the wins will be worthwhile. If I give more than a 100% of my heart and mind in this endeavor, I will learn a lot.

So, onwards to Session 2.