RELATIVES AND MASS, BATHROOMS AND DEATH
I am in a courtyard. There is a dog. We are giving it as a gift to a distant relative. My dad is telling the anak of the relative that it is a "Happy Birthday gift from Zivan." So we give the dog over. It is dusk. Almost evening when we do. The light is fading from the skiy. The courtyard sorta reminds me of Bulusan's garden.
___ Then there is a Mass somewhere. I think a relative has died. Or a friend. And instead of going to the Mass, I have been playing hooky. And chatting with old friends and relatives. There are scores of people in the area and they are all dressed well. I am afraid I have reneged on my duties by not being present for the Mass. But then it is too late. The area sorta reminds me of BF Homes, QC.

And then there is a bathroom. 4 separate cubicles of toilet bowls, separated by folding walls. In the third bathroom, there are two doors, one in the regular way which opens up to the reast of the CR, and the other at the back, behind the bowl which leads to the outside hallway. I dunno why but the folding walls have been folded back to make one big toilet room. And I am waiting for something. It is noon. It looks like a large school facility.

Outside, somewhere, my parents and myself are traipsing thru a small town in the proivince. Looking at the sights in the afternoon, looking for a place to eat I think.But all the restaurants are closed for siesta. And besides, no one in this town ever goes out for merienda. Only toursists do that. Which is what we are. We stop at one resto which looks open, and has a large reception area. Looks like it also has a videoke somewhere in it. From the sound of it anyway. Looks like a lugawan or a bulaluhan. And the province, it is Mangagoy I think.

January 10, 2002
Thursday 9:51 am

NIGHT BIKER; NIGHT MARKET
I am on a bike, once again. And it feels good to control my own destiny and my own travelpath. I have my old helmet on. And the bike is a goiod, sturdy one I can take with me into the depths of the ruts on the road. In fact I do. As I bike away from the Ateneo campus, I take a side road which Is supposedly much safer, but ..not really. It is downhill, and there is a traffic jam somewhere midway downhill of cars going around a deep pothole. I take the sidewalk instinctively, knowing it will be a harder route for my wheels but taking it for the adventure. The holes are bigger, but somehow my tough mountain bike takes it without much strain…. The problem is my speed. I am speeding downwards, with very little brakes applied. And the path is downright hellish. I am expecting a bad fall and a sprained ankle anytime soon, but somehow, miraculously, I make it thru. So much for taking the short cut. More like the dangerous cut.

And then I am in a night market that is along Morato. My parents appear from the car, they have come to shop for fruits. I am trying to clean the pentel ink brush in a small container. And Mama is helping. According to her the guard said not to move it around too much. But I pay no heed, I KNOW how to clean my own ink brush. So I swish it around in the container, and try to clean it. Meanwhile Papa and Nessa(?) Are getting fruits and heading home on foot. I look around. The Morato street is so different. The center where Icings is is now a market with a tall building built on top of it. The opposite side is a row of cafes and stalls of fruits. I spy some really good looking apples.

A woman with a baby ion her arms rolls down the street on a contraption that crosses a flatbed truck with a golf cart, but she's driving it standing up,with a driving shaft/steering wheel standing up out of the flat shiny steel thing on wheels. I have no idea where she's going. But it looks like it's down the street towards Roces.

January 13, 2002 : Sunday

BATHROOMS AND POOLS
I had a dream trhe other night. I was going swimming in a large pool. Looked like Island Cove. But in order to go there, I had to bathe first in a bathroom. It was a large bathroom, like those baths in gyms, or in sports locker rooms everywhere, where there are large open spaces and small cubicles.

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