January 10, 1997

THE CONCERT ON THE STAIRS AT THE WAKE
There is a big Bukas Palad concert at this large, carpeted stairway (like a plush hotel's). My choirmates are practising everywhere, while our master accompanist and arranger Norman plays on a massive pipe organ. I am meeting unfamiliar people for the first time and feeling close to them suddenly. Turns out the entire concert is for someone's funeral wake. I see a group of teenage girls crying over a dead friend (who is my sister Nessa's officemate in Probe).

January 11, 1997

THE SHARK
Beach, night time. I swam in the waves. There were crowds of people everywhere along the sand and in the water. They warned me about a shark. I saw it coming. It could've bitten my foot off, but instead it passed me by. ___Suddenly I am swimming in a pool separated from the beach by a sand bar. It's still salt water. I'm swimming but the water seems to be draining away. I am with someone I love, I just don't know who it is...

THE VIDEOKE ON THE MOUNTAIN
In a Daihatsu ferroza with choirmate Icar and someone else? We are alighting from the car. It is night time still and the wind is awesome. It's like we're in Antipolo or atop a mountain, there are lots of trees surrounding the area. We are heading towards a carinderia/videoke place in this wilderness where we will eat.

January 14, 1997

THE TABLOID
Saw a tabloidish newspaper and liked its sensationalism. My sister Nessa said it was an AP paper and she'd look into where I could find its offices, so that I could apply.

ANGER DURING MERIENDA
Merienda. I am eating pandesal with liver spread at the dinner table of the house in San Juan. I was disrespecting my Lola Nelly because of comments she made regarding my life (and lovelife) in the past. And in an awful huff, my parents dismiss everyone else (my uncles) to talk to me.
___ First issue: Why aren't I a better artist? they were blaming me for botching up a project I had to redesign the Philippine Airlines logo. I was mad! I blew up then and there and told my father.... "Since we're on the subject of should've beens, why didn't you have the guts in your childhood to pursue the dream of becoming a concert pianist??!!!"

THE GHOST IN MY LOLA'S ROOM
There is a child ghost in my Lola Evy's room in San Juan. The child has been trying to make my mother and sister feel its hand pass thru them, to no avail. Apparently I was the only one who could see her. Eventually, the ghost slept on the bed and i left her alone.

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