iwas supposed to update yesterday evening, but idecided to postpone it till today just incase something more interesting came up in my dreams

and something did



the last time ihad an action-packed subconscious theatrical play was right after jaworski left the Kings for the Senate and the team was making me feel more of the loser that ialready was

my sleep had me in a ginebra jersey guarding against then dominant Bong Hawkins of Alaska



action-packed

you know, the kind of dream thatd have your heart screaming 'just quit Silent Hill damnit!' after

what ihad was no asian flick re-enactment, however




for some reason, iwas given by some blur-faced guy 800 pesos right outside SM Quiapo

iknew some of the money was mine; mr.charity instructed me to buy something for him with the rest

alright, so icontinued on my way to the bus stop, all the while trying to fit the bundle of bills inside my purse

(the arvee in the dream was pretty stupid. hes a regular of the place and yet hes still not aware of Quiapo Survival Lesson #1?

FLAUNT YOUR WEALTH ONLY IF YOU WANT PEOPLE MUTTERING 'lets see how youll look like in 5minutes dumbass,' UNDER THEIR BREATHS)

iwas having a hard time pursing my money when inoticed that iwas walking straight to three biceps

yes, they looked that big, one of them even with a serious case of beer belly

they saw the money first before they saw me; no one could mistake the twinkle they had in their eyes for anything else


i instantly ordered my legs to go on reverse, but somehow they were on an autopilot; "the play has to have a story, youknow," my mind was sneering at me

so, my feet brought me to the three goons. iwas already stuffing the money in my pocket, but mister stomach was already reaching for the same place

i initiated the action part of the play, however. ijumped high and, waving to the usual big crowd under LRT1-Carriedo, shouted HELP

yes, that was action

all eyes were on us, ofcourse. isprinted out of my friends' grips at once and started for the bus station

the bullies were on me the very next second. thank god some DVD vendor pounced on them before they got their fists on my pitiful body

idashed fast to a half-closed store in Plaza Sta. Cruz
(its an open area near the LRT Station.)
(dream arvee was real stupid, im concluding now. the LRT Station had dogs as well as beer bellies in police uniform, a much safer place. the hell)

going under the the shutter and grabbing the security guard in the store, i half-hysterically asked him to make the bad guys go away (awful, that sounded soooo gay!)

then mister sikyo pulled out a knife, made it kiss my ribs, and asked me to hand over my money. the hell. just P800 and iwas already in resident evil?!?

iheld back his wrists with all my might (which isnt really mighty at all) so iwont have to die a painful death. mister sikyo wasnt that strong, must be, unable to out-arm-wrestle an anatomy model


the three goons suddenly arrived, bumping themselves on the store shutter.

mister sikyo was distracted for a moment and i immediately went for the rest of the store, climbing the spiral stairs

its just P800. irepeated to myself. damnit



ididnt know how it happened. its possible ofcourse, since my mind was wanting me to piss in my pants so it could tell me theres a camera nearby and im in WowMali

two of the goons were already waiting for me upstairs. they looked even bigger, meaner, and well, fatter

one grabbed me, but somehow, we're at an unfriendly edge of the floor, so he couldnt possibly shake me and unpolitely ask for my money

he was so fat he was losing his balance. ipushed him off like he were a balloon and down he went, crashing on the escalators (ESCALATORS! a second ago icould swear they were stairs!)

the second goon looked at his friend below and stared. isupposed he wanted me to push him, and itried but he wouldnt budge. this time, he finally noticed me and played strangle-the-protagonist. itried pushing him away but instead, he fell down right next to the first goon

seeing them look like splatters of flesh and blood below, ifinally realized imust be dreaming. ithen imagined the ground they were lying on to earthshake a crack on itself, then open and gobble them up, licking them with tongue of flames

nothing happened, however. my mean mind, grr


ithen took another escalator down the store and out into the plaza again. a bus was passing by and iboarded it at once

it was unbelievably full. ihad no choice but to stand in the corridor

as the sunset rays made me sweat, iremember putting on the kind of smile that usually, in the movies, cued for the screen to fade to black and the credits to roll over





ive never been held before with a knife or a gun and im so thankful for it

swindling's been tried on me, however, three or four times already, and again im so thankful none had worked so far

my first time was when this guy stopped me on my way to the tricycle station. he was asking me for directions to a non-existing towing service shop in LasPinyas. he then offered to give me P200 just so ill accompany him to the place, which he promised would be strangely near

irejected him

(imade that sound romantic on purpose. hah, gurls dont always get all the fun)



the joke that youd have to walk atleast once in the flood just so whatever's flowing in your veins'd be finally of St. Thomas is funny. the other one, that youd have to be robbed atleast once in the four streets that guard the Saint, however, isnt