It has been so long since I've written anything to you, Abby. I wasn't really wondering how you've been doing especially now when i found someone who easily gets jealous. And she loves me so much of course and i haven't felt this much love for anyone as well, for as long as i can remember. The reason i've decided to write to you again is about this trip i made to Mindoro this time and again, in This Age, as i did three years ago. If you remember how these trips go they always had to be odd. And you've always liked odd didn't you?
It wasn't a jeep we travelled on but a mini bus and i was with my family. They have constructed this new church and we were going to visit for a recollection and my mother was really excited. You know how she loved churches she was really screaming her soul away. And me and my brothers were as excited to see this wonderful new horizons. Unfortunately, my love coudn't come with us. She was away in another country with her brother who was giving her her share of the family treasury. It turned out that her mother had a hoard to be divided among them and when she returns we will have enough, maybe more than enough, for the rest of our lives.
The road was smooth and it wasn't long and perilous as before. It seems a lot have changed in the route and it didn't take long until we reached this path of greens and beautiful infrastructures that were not anything but decorations to this new tourist spot. And there were smiles in our faces and cups of juice in our hands. The day couldn't have been grander if only my love was there with us. But you know how they say, when life becomes perfect life is allowed to end. So we were content.
Arriving at the church , it wasn't anything we've ever seen before. I could say it's designs were futuristic and futuristic is not a quality most church designs exhibited. There were a bunch of young people for the recollection too. Most of them were foreigners and some even looked like they were from another planet. Remember my dream to mingle with a bunch of people from different places? This time it has come true.
The leaders were running unconventional rules. They were not really life-affecting but are quite noticeable because of their subtle unconventionality. This is not the perfect way to describe them but you must understand that their sheer complexity and outlining simplicity, at the same time, has got me muddled. Here is an example. We were asked to leave our bags on stacks over this stage and the rest of us would gather in a pen to listen to the speakers. The speakers spoke of nothing inspiring, just a bunch of house rules but things eventually got weird. When the last speaker ended his speech everyone was suddenly in a state of panic. It was stated that a group of men will gather the bags and store them somewhere in church. The recollection is supposed to start the next day and everyone will be given some time to explore the vicinity till then. Also, everyone will not be permitted to go anywhere till the end of the recollection. As i've gathered from listening, there was an unwritten rule that if one got their bags with them they are allowed to go anywhere anyway. "The Rule of the Half-day School," as they call it. So everyone was rushing to get their bags while those who have decided to stay did otherwise. It was strange because most of the people were almost causing a stampede to get their bags. And when i say bags i mean luggage. Everyone brought luggage actually.
I was late to notice the rule so i started running only after my family were long been doing it. And before that, my excitement of being around so many foreigners has left my head in the clouds. I was in autopilot and you've seen me in this state didn't you? So i glide around and landed where this orange-haired girl in a jumpsuit was standing. She was in 2d, literally, and really grouchy. As a hentai artist i have this inkling of how most anime archetypes work so i went to try and put my theories to work. First, i asked her what her name was and where she was from and she was quick to slam the door on me. So I touched her shoulders when she looked away, and i could imagine the blush on her cheeks. She turned around and i was right. The blush was glowing across her face. I told her that i knew that she hadn't had sex before. I told her that i know of her virginity despite the learned face she's been trying to cover her innocence with. She smiled and it seemed she trusted me from then on. So we ended up hanging out with each other. All of this until my family started running and seeing them brought me the fear of being left alone, it was fast and i didn't have time to rationalize. In This Age panic takes over you most of the time and there's really never going around it. So i ran after my bag but failed. The men had already transported the bags somewhere and the rest of my family got theirs. My mother left me some money, a case with a loaded pistol and a box of sweets. Then they went away to a not so nearby resort. I wondered why they didn't want to stay in the church. It was a paradise, a big place with a lot of interesting things to check out. Alone on a kerb before the church entrance i sat down and looked around the empty parking lot. The last SUV has just left with a family who was successful in recovering their luggage. The point in all of this was to enjoy the place but why everyone were so anxious to leave was beyond me. In This Age rationality is almost worthless because it is always preceded by panic. So what is there to do? I might as well explore on my own.
Before i could stand up the jumpsuit girl had approached me. She was wearing a short skirt this time and a cute dress. She looks like she came from a different show other than scifi. And there was a tender expression on her face this time. If we were in her homeworld along would be be a following of cherry blossoms and that tenderness-accentuating blurry shroud. So we decided to look around. Inside me someting is struggling to keep itself from tumbling down. I knew it, i was falling in love. But i knew it wasn't right. My love was out there to get what will cause the two of us eternal stability but yet here i am about to commit a grievous thought. I had a mental picture of a scale. My love and this new girl sit on both sides and they were like playing on a seasaw. I tried to cut this thought. Of course my love comes first. She's the only one i love. This girl is just a casual companion - a friend to go through this till tomorrow when my family returns.
They had this bridge with shifting boards to step on. It was a sort of game. One would have to regulate his body weight on each step to maintain balance. If one fails he flips over backwards. Quite too athletic for my capabilities but in This Age i proved capable. And it seemed the girl in front of me was helping me in some sort of way. Behind us were other players in black and red uniforms. They sucked at it really. Since she was helping me too much, it had come to a point were she ran out of lives. It turns out that we had "lives" in this game and when it was gameover for her she faded away. This game takes out lives so i had to quit as soon as i can. There was no point in losing a real life in playing something this stupid. It was enjoyable but nevertheless stupid.
When she was fading i could see her twisting into a pulp of meat with her bones wedging through her msucles as if trying to find a place to fit through in that chaotic gloop that was consuming her form. Her blood didn't catch the ground as she had been blurring out of existence. 2d guts looked sickening enough in This Age. Then when the girl was gone all that was left was a big white "X" on one of the boards. Panic left me jumping, weight-regulating from board to board, and i suppose it was adrenalin that lead me to my escape.
I found myself on a jeep. Doy was there as well as some of the people i've been with from the trip before. And they were going home. They said something had changed this place and it wasn't good. I can hardly remember some scenes but there was one involving the driver telling me to get off the roof of the jeep. On the road we saw on one side an old golf course with a bunch of brightly colored mascots performing Rant on a grassy stage. On a billboard it said, "Chuck Palahniuk live on grass.Today: "Rant." In big bold text inside a brown frame. I ran to the back to tell Doy but he wasn't able to catch it. The jeep was gaining speed that is why, and we are arriving on our stop. It wasn't a gas station but more like a large function building. It had all sorts of high tech facilities, it looks more like some sort of mall of the future. There were a lot of people, really lots, most are from starwars or startrek or something. Remember the weird men's comfort rooms? That is always the problem with these stops. This time it's worse than before. Some of them require you to contort yourself into a pissing position that i think is just for some species of aliens.I saw one use it and it was an afro-american. His body was twisted on wires and his dick was hard through a hoop of a silver wire and urine comes out. They had all sorts of pissing equipment but i coudn't find the one for normal bipeds. Don't get me wrong, all of us were bipeds over there but only a handful were designed like normal human beings. I saw Nathan, this telemarketer guy who does splits. He was holding a silver pistol.
We were gathered before a stage with hooded guys wearing wooden masks talking in a strange language. I sat on a corner by the front. After the the speech, all the guys in the far back were shouting, cheering, wooing. I did as they did but the guys in front never seemed to get it. I didn't get it too of course but i acted on impulse. Soon some of the front guys started wooing too. So one of the hooded guys, the biggest of the bunch, took out his rifle and started shooting the other hooded guys. I can make out a bit of what he's saying this time. It's something about taking over some sector of This Age. So there were shooting. Laser bolts everywhere. So i took out my case and used my pistol. I was good at it mind you. I always knew i had it in me. After killing maybe two or three of the hooded guys we proceeded to a gigantic door. Inside was another set of comfort rooms and i told a bald guy to hold my pistol for a moment so i could take a piss. He was a nice guy.
After all these we went back to the jeep. There was a new rule that all people should go through highschool once again. Coincidentaly the driver took us to my old highschool. All of us were old out of college now we're back to were the dysfunctin all started. I thought to myself i had always dreamed of going to an earlier phase in life with my present wisdom and experience. It was nothing like that at all. You see, my classmates are also learned. Our teacher was young and were treating us like we were really high school students. I had a classmate called John Fiel and he was there again and he changed his name into something else. I asked him if he was the classmate i had before but he denies it and he said he wanted to be called by his new name. I went out of the room to this crowd of beautiful young people. From all the different subcliques. I was overwhelmed to see all these. Again i thought about my love. Why should there be too much temptation?
I saw a group of guys breakdancing. I breakdanced my way to the stairs and then around them. They were confounded with the way i performed. In This Age i kick way too much ass. If i had a video camera i'd have sent you how good i was and also how good everything seemed to fit. It would make a really good movie, Abby, it really would. If only i had recorded everything I've seen, heard and did i would send you a really cool tape. If i was given a budget to make a movie out of these things i doubt i can make it as perfect as it came. I know in a few years, or months or even days i'll forget about most if not all these and i hate the fact that i couldn't describe them enough, in the real glory they came in. Maybe this is the problem of a channeler eh? If you aren't good enough with your craft the stories that need to be channelled are wasted. This is the reason that once again i will not send you this letter. I will hide it somewhere so in case someone may find it and have the patience to read it and see through the pap he/she would see it not under the light of verbal acuity but as it really is - blurred and without logical meaning - a dream.
Nan
P.S.
I bought a car and told all my friends about it through e-mail. One replied. It was Peter Paul's mother she told me Peter wasn't there and my car looked like theirs. So i thought i'd buy an eighteen wheeler but the online store only sold The Sims 2 mods. I'd have downloaded everything but i only have the base game. But hey, if you had a truck in highschool?
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