Monday, June 25, 2012

Of January 28, A mountain ride.

Was riding a jeep with friends towards a mountain.
The jeep was a small army jeep with an open top.

First stop.
We wanted to cross a river to get to the other side.
We took off by foot and tested the current... it was too strong.
We boarded the jeep again and looked for another way around... a bridge perhaps.
The driver took the jeep and rode along a cliff. Turned right from earlier stop. River on left side.
Reached end.

Some military people in camo uniform stopped us and instructed us to go back.
Went back and stopped in a camp-like area. Many tents and lodges were there.
Parked the jeep and got down.
I suddenly realize that I was with two guys and a girl.
One guy was the driver and the rest was on the rear seats.

I got the girl a wax flower that was slightly damaged.
Tried to fix it by melting it... I don't know how I managed to melt it but it did.
Girl threw something in the air, I didn't notice what it was.
It hit the ground... dirt... squished... It was fruit-like.

I gave the girl the flower, which she accepted.
Met one guy on car as we were about to leave camp.
I tried to attach the flower to his car... dunno what happened.

Met a girl who was talking with another girl.
Asked me if she could get a ride back.
Told her to ask our driver.
"Kuripot" (this is what's written on my note) She only wants a free ride.

Went back to jeep.
Saw a red wax thing attached to the window of a public transport jeepney.
A guy suddenly spoke and asked me not to touch it because it's hot.

Monday, March 26, 2012

Had so many dreams lately

That I haven't had time to write them all down... But they're saved in my phone's text editor.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Popeye, Jeep, and a Cathedral

Someone informed me that george harrison and another celebrity musician was coming over to play.
Guitars had broken string so I had to find replacements.
I didn't really see them except for a person who was sitting in front of the drum set who I do not recognize.
The next day, I woke up and was tempted to go to the guest room to see the guests.
I took a photo of three people. I do not know who the third person was.
Then I went out of the house and walked uphill towards Bagong Silang.
After passing the bridge, I saw an old popeye-looking man and he talked to me about a certain leader of the country.
I didn't stay for the chitchat and immediately went uphill.
I wasn't in bagong silang...


It was another place and I was waiting for the jeep.
One came and I boarded it.
To my left was a young lady who looks like Aubrey Pasia. To my right, a woman in her 40's and an acquaintance who gave off the aura of Mark Joseph Tabirao.
The lady to my left was wearing a navy blue pencil-cut above-the-knee skirt and a navy blue vest on a short-sleeved polo blouse.
The lady has something written on her right wrist and is holding a cellphone.
She seemed interested so I talked to her.
We were talking about something like a test or whatever and that it was in her cellphone.
So I tried it out.
Asked for her cellphone and saw two words: one is familiar, the other one was alien to me.
But nonetheless, I guessed what their definitions are.
The guy on my right told me that his grandfather died.
I asked: does he look like this? "and imitated the popeye-man I met earlier.
YES!
Sh*t, I met him earlier! "seryoso dre!"
The woman between us was eavesdropping.
I was looking for something in the lady's phone when the jeep stopped at a cathedral.


I alighted and rushed for the entrance.
I bumped into a young lady in white school blouse and navy blue pencil cut knee-length skirt.
I didn't give a f*ck.
I continued walking and saw a woman/man in his/her 40's wearing a white robe and a crown, seated on a grand chair of red velvet and gold.
I saw a sign that says "It's saint ********'s day" which felt odd because saints usually are already dead.
She/he held gave me a firm casual handshake which felt like he/she was taking my soul out of my body.
I walked some more and saw statues in the lobby. (I somehow stared from behind them.)
After that, I went to the confession area, peeked inside and saw nothing.
I saw acquaintance guy in the line: last of three people (first in line is a kid)
He told me that it will take forever.
One confession took more than an hour.
I didn't fall in line and just headed for the reception area.
I looked at the counter, there were female receptionists.
The photos or writings behind them (on a level above their head like fastfood's counter area menu) caught my eye.
Then it ended.