MY BLIND OUTING

We are on a field trip-- an outing.
I am with jvp batch 14, and we are on a big tour bus. On the way to some resort or out-of-town hangout. And our bus drivers (there are 3 of them) are also our cooks.

Somehow, Sherwin and I suspect thatthe cooks are taking some of the food money for themselves. because the amount of food present does not seem like it's worth the amount of money we give them for wet-marketing.

We are walking around some nice public park/garden and joking around. It looks like Sorsogon. And it looks like I am blind. Though I do have exteroceptors grafted to my optic nerves like Jonny Qaballa in "Metrophage". And I have a bamboo walking stick.

We are stopping people from entering the ABS-CBN complex which is at one end of the park, because there is a pending court case against the TV network. People are asking if this is the station that used to be MEC--Metro something something. I answer Yes it is. The people who ask the question appear to be in their 50s. SO no wonder they remember the old name of this network. I continue pretending I am blind behind my shades. They sneak around me to find a different entrance. and I follow.

I go around the building and find a trick entrance. One with a door which has no floor right in front of it. SO I straddle the sides of the door and push it open. The door looks like a pet entrance as its diameter can only fit my waist. barely. i get through. And suddenly I am in a small hallway where there are several doors on each side. It's a dormitory. This is where the rest of my batchmates are staying.

April 4, 2003. 1:48 pm

VERSUS THE SLUG PEOPLE

There is a game. Played on a hugescreen TV. Involving running around stone walls and killing aliens. I am playing it on a TV that covers the wall.

And suddenly I am in the game. We are in a room: a little girl playing with dolls, some other adults, and myself. And we have barricaded the windows with wooden planks as well as we can. I try to keep everyone silent because as we sit there, I realize the aliens are coming up the building's surfaces... They look like slug people, crawling flat across the glass windows-- on the way to the roof. One outside the window, one crawling up the chimney.
___We could've been safe... except that the little girl starts talking and the slug people are drawn to the sound. So I find a long stick and try to wrap the slug people around the stick. True enough it works, because once inside, the slug people turn into snakes. I twirl them around on the stick and then stomp them. I am careful to avoid getting splattered by their blood, because I could get infected.

8:46 pm

IMPRESSIONS FROM THE HOTEL KITCHEN PICTURE

I am teaching a class. We are in a large european type restaurant. And the lights are orange. It reminds me of a hotel's cafe. The lesson is: take a look at this picture and the accompanying text and tell me what impressions you take out of it.
___The picture is one of a large kitchen overflowing with pots and pans, pitchers of drinks, and on certain pieces (Like in the condensation of the glasses) you can read tiny messages left by someone. Messages such as :"You are loose, you are mindless." and "She has lost her mind."
___My class is composed of former classmates in 4th year high school (all guys), and a whole bunch of new people (mostly girls). The class isn't as animated as I wish. And i berate my guy classmates by telling them if they don't pass my quizzes, I will flunk them and they'll have to repeat this. And if that happens: "Bobo kayo!" So work with me, guys.

It looks like the kitchen in the picture belongs to the restaurant we are in.
___I ask them mere facts first: What kind of food is served from this kitchen? What kind of clientele do they have? What kind of cuisine are they cooking?
___Someone says Italian because there is an abundance of carbohydrates and red wine. And I tend to agree with the student. But the strange messages in the picture are sort of disturbing.

April 12, 2003

CLIFFSIDE BEACH TOWN

I am climbing a cliff face with my bare hands. I see the ridges where I must place my feet and I am scared. Far below, I see clouds and maybe even ice caps. I am so high up, I feel the vertigo creeping into my bloodstream.
___Out of nowhere, a skateboarder overtakes me and does a nifty "reach-up and grabe the board" trick as he reaches the mountain peak and rolls out of sight. I follow him and once I get to the peak, I realize I am in a small beachside town. It feels like Boracay, but looks more like a small town in Mindanao. Davao maybe, or Surigao Sur. 1 or two main roads. Small, squat bungalows. I walk the length of the small town's streets, and the place is empty.
___Then I get to the town park, where behind a chain link fence, there is a large football/baseball field. And all my JVP batchmates are playing some form of ball game. They look ecstatic. It's a sportsfest of some kind. I watch them from my side of the fence, and smile.

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