The group is divided into 6 members each. The leader, who was chosen earlier from the number of votes he received is asked to go out of the hall to get some instructions for the activity. Those who remain are given masks to cover their eyes. After everyone's line of sight has been shrouded behind the piece of clothing, the leader shows up bringing some working materials with him.
"I have here a Manila Paper, several sheets of used newspaper, a roll of masking tape and a pen." His message boomed across the table despite the noise and chatter from the other groups.
As we feel the materials arranged on the table, we hear him speak again - this time giving orders we find deem impossible to achieve.
"We will make a pig."
Depending on how good the members are in following instructions, the leader gives task to each person.
"You will crumple the newspaper which will become the filling for the pig's body."
"You will make four legs out of these spare pieces of Manila Paper."
"And you, will rip small strips of masking tape with your fingers which shall be used to connect each body part together."
The leader is only allowed to give instructions, the moment his hand intervenes to help a member play his part, the entire group is disqualified.
Following blindly, the pig takes shape. Exact hand movements carefully slide newspaper fillings inside the shell. This shell, which is made out of Manila Paper - rolled and taped to look like a cylinder - has a chance of bursting, if the hand crafting it carelessly applies too much pressure. When the body is finished, masking tapes secure the legs, passed over by the member tasked to make it.
"Guys, you have five minutes left." The facilitator announces in front.
"We can do this guys. Just listen to me."
In life, we receive instructions which we may, or may not follow. Like in the game, a task is handed to each member. He must complete this task before the time is over. The voice, which guides may not use his hand to intervene, but in every milestone that has been achieved, his comforting reassurance reaches out, no matter how subtle the message is.
"Tama ba yung pagkakabit ko sa paa?" A member would ask, his hand only guided by the contours of the body he earlier crafted.
"Pin it a little to the left. Yan ayos."
"Yung isa namang paa, baliktarin mo. Yun!"
And like all instructions being handed out, to ignore is a path open to tread. Depending on what the group desires to achieve, everything must still end when the buzzer finally rings.
"Group leaders, two minutes left!"
"You, feel the flat surface in front of the head." The almost-finished pig is now handed over to another member. "Yan, tama na yung hand mo. Now draw the face there and make sure to put the eyes, nose and smiley face at the right spots so we can spare our pig from looking like an abomination."
Life is a blindfold, whose outcome will forever remain unseen.
"We're done guys! We've beaten the buzzer. You can take away your blindfolds now." The leader tells everyone.
Amidst the chuckles and giggles at how the pig came out to be, another lesson is revealed.
"I have here a Manila Paper, several sheets of used newspaper, a roll of masking tape and a pen." His message boomed across the table despite the noise and chatter from the other groups.
As we feel the materials arranged on the table, we hear him speak again - this time giving orders we find deem impossible to achieve.
"We will make a pig."
Depending on how good the members are in following instructions, the leader gives task to each person.
"You will crumple the newspaper which will become the filling for the pig's body."
"You will make four legs out of these spare pieces of Manila Paper."
"And you, will rip small strips of masking tape with your fingers which shall be used to connect each body part together."
The leader is only allowed to give instructions, the moment his hand intervenes to help a member play his part, the entire group is disqualified.
Following blindly, the pig takes shape. Exact hand movements carefully slide newspaper fillings inside the shell. This shell, which is made out of Manila Paper - rolled and taped to look like a cylinder - has a chance of bursting, if the hand crafting it carelessly applies too much pressure. When the body is finished, masking tapes secure the legs, passed over by the member tasked to make it.
"Guys, you have five minutes left." The facilitator announces in front.
"We can do this guys. Just listen to me."
In life, we receive instructions which we may, or may not follow. Like in the game, a task is handed to each member. He must complete this task before the time is over. The voice, which guides may not use his hand to intervene, but in every milestone that has been achieved, his comforting reassurance reaches out, no matter how subtle the message is.
"Tama ba yung pagkakabit ko sa paa?" A member would ask, his hand only guided by the contours of the body he earlier crafted.
"Pin it a little to the left. Yan ayos."
"Yung isa namang paa, baliktarin mo. Yun!"
And like all instructions being handed out, to ignore is a path open to tread. Depending on what the group desires to achieve, everything must still end when the buzzer finally rings.
"Group leaders, two minutes left!"
"You, feel the flat surface in front of the head." The almost-finished pig is now handed over to another member. "Yan, tama na yung hand mo. Now draw the face there and make sure to put the eyes, nose and smiley face at the right spots so we can spare our pig from looking like an abomination."
Life is a blindfold, whose outcome will forever remain unseen.
"We're done guys! We've beaten the buzzer. You can take away your blindfolds now." The leader tells everyone.
Amidst the chuckles and giggles at how the pig came out to be, another lesson is revealed.
Mister Porky aka The Bunny
It doesn't matter what the outcome is. The essence will always be whether something good was achieved or not.
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It was revealed later that the leaders were actually following a model pig displayed at the podium. When we were asked to make another pig, this time with blindfolds down, the results were exactly the clone of the one in front. Unfortunately, it took away the thrill of the game that we found the second part unchallenging.
I was so emotionally connected to our first pig (since I was the one tasked to make the body and attach the ears and legs to their proper places) that I kept it tucked and hidden amongst the vines in one of Angel Hill's secret gardens. Mister Porky has been spared from the abyss waiting inside the trash bin.
I was so emotionally connected to our first pig (since I was the one tasked to make the body and attach the ears and legs to their proper places) that I kept it tucked and hidden amongst the vines in one of Angel Hill's secret gardens. Mister Porky has been spared from the abyss waiting inside the trash bin.
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