Disturbingly hypnotic. Beautifully wicked.

Mound by Allison Schulnik from garaco taco on Vimeo.

Allison Schulnik, I love it.
Thank you for this.

Dream: Spit Scandal

Today's dream started with me and Rocky walking the streets of Singapore.  It was night and the street lights were all aglow.  We were headed somewhere (or going somewhere, I forget) when I suddenly realized I felt something stuck between my teeth.  Using my tongue, I was able to slide the small piece of food out from between my teeth.  Unfortunately, muscle memory kicked in and I suddenly spit the small fragment out.

The very moment I did that, I realized what a mistake it was to do that in Singapore.  Known as the Fine City of the world, I remembered how spitting was one of the big no-no's that tourists tend to do.  And I had just did it.

Cue in action-movie moment.  I told Rocky "I'll be right back," and ran off, heading into the nearest building and searched for a place to hide away.  I saw a nearby public locker room and slipped inside hoping to hide from the police.  I found myself staring at a large room with seven toilets and no walls separating them and realized there was no hiding in here.  The police stepped inside and dragged me back out to the street.

I tried to explain to them that I didn't mean to spit on the road.  I tried to sweep up the small fragment of food that I had coughed up and wrapped it in a piece of tissue paper, then promised them I won't do that again.  The  police decided to give me a break and leave me with a warning.

So I gratefully waved good bye and hurriedly returned back to Rocky's side.  I told him about it and we were laughing about it as we continued to walk towards Orchard road.  Of course, that moment I find myself feeling another piece of foodstuff stuck between my wisdom teeth and molars.  Pulling out a toothpick, I reach back and try to pry the food particle out.  As I finally free it up from the tooth space, I end up doing it again.

I instinctively spit.

The lights in the street all dimmed.
Save for the street light directly above me and Rocky.

We hear the sirens.

And I scream as my phone begins to ring.
I wake up, and see it's my best friend Tom calling.
But that's a dream for another day.

Dream Entry: Bavarian Penis and Sheath Crime

Sometimes I have dreams which seem very... uh... tricky to share in my blog.  But part of me thinks it may be best not to be afraid of how crazy they get.  After all, dreams are always going to be interesting things as far as I am concerned.

So here is one of those dreams that I had to think about before posting, given its controversial content.  Don't say I didn't warn you.

Dream begins with me and Rocky both in our swimming shorts.  We are supposedly in this underground river cave with a bunch of our friends from PG4M.  It is some kind of an outing and we are crawling around the tight crawlspaces illuminated only by lines of sunlight or these strong white lamps screwed onto the walls.   Two of our dearest new friends, L and J are nearby and excited call us to come close.  Rocky walks up to them while I wade in the waist deep water to see what's up.

Sorta like this, but with more holes where sunlight streams down, and more spongy sand areas where you can dig about and lie down.

"We got you both a unique present which is sure to excite you!" L declares with a smile and produces a box.  Rocky takes the box and begins opening it, while I submerge myself into the water by hugging my knees. I rise up to see Rocky holding this silicon-dildo which roughly matches my actual.. uh... erect size.  I find myself impressed with how accurate it was crafted and I end up blushing.  "I made it," L proudly proclaims.

"The gift showcases my highly-praised homemade secret sauce," J smiles and points out to Rocky how it has a channel pretty much like a urethra.  Sealed as a default, if squeezed (or shall we say, manipulated) the right way, the plaything squirts out a nicely viscous white syrup.  I blush as I tell them, "Guys hindi na namn kailangan niyan!"   But Rocky instead starts squirting all over the cave walls and me and jokingly proclaims, "Tobie does this too in our house, but he covers more walls."

Now just change donut to another shape and you get the idea.

I opt to head out and buy us something to eat.  I leave the tourist spot and find myself walking outside along the road (shirtless but in my wet swimming shorts which is under my jeans and shoes).  When I get to this place where I think the food was being sold (hard to recall this detail) a group of armed men show up and gather all us of there into their vans.  We end up being brought to some office somewhere and are told that at gun point that we will be stealing for them.  I get a sense they're some kind of NGO that needs funds and since it was election season, they were targeting this wealthy candidate.

They tells us all to strip off our clothes, and are given these aboriginal penis sheaths (in the dream it was  long cones of dried leaves/woven strips of paper, but to my recall in real life they use wood) and ski masks to wear.   Many start having issues with undressing and are threatened with guns again.  I just drop my clothes, and work on getting the penis sheath thing on me.  But the thing happens to be too short and uh... the girth isn't enough to accommodate me.  Complaining I need a bigger one, they end up telling me to "Go naked na lang."  ("Go naked instead.")

Minus the wood ring skirt.  But you get the idea.

As we head off to the target's place, I recall thinking to myself, "Buti na lang Rocky isn't here.  He's underground..."  ("Good thing Rocky isn't here.  He is underground..") which I know was because I was referring to him at that underground river thing, but I end up laughing as I wake up at the thought it could be misunderstood as him being a terrorist or rebel spy or something.

But yeah, me and my strange dreams.

Wet dreams can be weird

Had two dreams today.

The first one totally dissolved.  I was struggling to recall it, but alas it dissipated so quickly I failed to grasp anything.  What I can recall is it had something to do with water.

The second dream was strange.  And disturbing.

In the dream, Rocky and I were living in some massive condo unit.  By massive I mean there's the main living room entrance, there's the walk-in kitchen with a center table, side walk-in refrigerator, there's the main bedroom, the guest bedroom, bathroom, and a second living room area with a wall-mounted flat screen television and a balcony.  Everything was shades of blue and gray.   Rocky was fast asleep and I was busy tidying up the place when a sudden downpour occurred.  Moving to the wall to press the "Close Windows" option (think ipad embedded in the wall with graphic display of the room), I heard a thunderous roar and suddenly some cables in the kitchen broke free.  I quickly headed there to see if it was a dangerous gas leak or so, and seeing it was the gasul line, shut the main feed.

Then water poured down from the main pipes.  The sudden downpour sort of dislodged the water tanks and the pressure popped some tubes.  I went to the phone and tried to call for help but the building admin couldn't hear me.  So I realized I had to go down myself to call them.

First, I went to the pipes to slow the flooding.  I saw water was bubbling up from the lower pipe (rather than down from the upper pipe) and realized it would be easier to temporarily seal it some how.  This is where it gets weird.  I walk up to it and plop in each pipe a rat that was around half the size of my arm.  Each rat began to balloon up with water, then upon reaching its limits, stayed engorged and sealed the pipe.

Now imagine him bloated to around three times his size.

Yes.  I didn't realize I was dreaming yet.

Satisfied, I hurried off to find the building admin, after a quick check to see if Rocky woke from the racket.  Thankfully he was still fast asleep.

Down the stairs, I find the building admin surrounded by some guys in white and green outfits who were trying to sell him some magazine subscriptions.  I asked the admin to help and he admitted he needed more manpower to do the work with him.  Genius in me came to life and I looked at the men in green and asked about their magazines, but told them I can see them only after they help out.  So with five of them in tow with me and the building admin, we headed back up.  The guys saw the work that needed to be done and the admin quickly gave directions.  I guess to facilitate work better (oh shush, don't contradict me :-P ) the five men dropped their clothes and worked in their underwear.  At one point, a burly one asked me if I can help so I joined them in the wet work of reattaching the pipes, heaving and lifting and getting drenched.

Something like this, but hotter.

Then Rocky woke up, walked in to see me and five nearly naked soaked men resting in a now draining pool of water.  The building admin commended us and said, "Ang ga-galing ninyo.  Parang sanay na sanay!" ("You guys were so good.  Almost like you were very used to doing this.")  And Rocky gave me the look.

I woke up that moment, still beside my sleeping partner, and half-intending to explain, "I was just-"

He snored back.

Sometimes, my dreams make even ME wonder.
But yeah, gotta admit, those five men were hot.
HAhhahahah!

(Oh and the title?  Let's just say it is nice to know you were hoping I was going to share *that* kind of a dream.)

Rainbowed Pride

Today's dream:

Rocky and I were at Ateneo or someplace to watch a theater/musical production.    It had finished and we were pretty happy about it and decided to eat somewhere nearby.  We was a small restaurant that looked pretty quaint and went inside.

Being the only customers there, two waiters and the lady cashier decided to approach our table and give us maximum service.  The waiters brought glasses of water and quickly mapped out the plates and utensils while the lady handed us the menu.  In a bid to tease us and break the ice, she joked, "Sir, parang bagay kayong dalawa!" ("Sir, I think you two look good as a couple!") and started laughing.  I looked at Rocky, then held his hand and smiled.  She just kept laughing, and I realized she thought we were going along with her joke.  I got the playbill, because for some reason it seems we started advertising www.baduypride.com on it to support theater, and showed them the page.  The page had me and Rocky hugging with all these rainbows and baduy stuff around us.  The page was something no-straight man would ever dare pose in, unless they were in theater. Or Hollywood, I guess.

Sorta something like this.

The waiters saw it, smiled and congratulated us on being so open.  The lady cashier couldn't take it.  She started going all, "Sir, baket naman! Sayang! Ang pogi ninyong dalawa!"  ("Sir! But why? Too bad, you two are so handsome!") and all that jazz.  I just smiled and leaned close to kiss Rocky.

And again realized I was dreaming.

Thankfully, as I opened my eyes, Rocky had just gotten home from work and was coaxing me to wake up.  It is so nice waking up to see him there.  At least this dream was more sensible than the others, right?

Dream: Maan's Wedding

Just after dinner today, I found myself falling asleep real bad.  We were still watching an episode of PERSON OF INTEREST when I realized I kept nodding off and drooling over my shirt.  It was only after Rocky asked me if I was able to get any sleep that I realized I had stayed up all the way from the previous day, since Sunday after O bar Ortigas, I stayed up for a late night massage, nodded off for an hour at most, then stayed up again for work.

Anyway, the dream.

I found myself in a wedding, sitting on the front row of seats right of the altar.  The parents (not just the men but the mother and father of the bride) were with me.  Rocky and I noticed beside us was a CD player that had been rigged to play music through-out the Church.  As the sponsors finally all came in, I noticed the music had shifted to something very-un-wedding (I think it was Beyonce or something) and looking up I realized (somehow) that this was the wedding of my dear friend Maan A.   With a shock, knowing she wasn't a major Beyonce fan, I stopped the music and quickly scanned the cds for something else to play.  Strangely all I could find were those funky 70s romance music (the kind you tend to hear in porn films) if not 80s theme songs, which wouldn't be so bad if they weren't show theme songs.

So I was panicking.  The Bride had appeared and people were all clapping.  Somehow time mixed stuff up cause as the bride walked down the aisle, the moment she got to the groom it was already the time they exchanged vows and were pronounced man and wife.  So I had to find a song real quick.

I found a disc of Everything But the Girl and decided it would have to do.  I recalled Maan used to tell me she loved one particular song from it and decided at least even if others thing its a strange song for the vows, it was something she liked.  So I set it and the moment the two exchanged their "I do's" I ran it.

It was "Didn't Know I was Looking for Love."



 Rocky told me it could have been worse.  I could have mistakenly played "I don't want to talk about it" for example.  So all was good.  I leaned in to kiss him and woke up realizing I was smooching the wall beside the bed.

Yeah.  Me and my dreams.

Today's WTF dream

Today's Strange Dream:

Me at Singapore with friends to perform in some kind of a function.  My dad is there too.  The friend mix is kinda strange, having old schoolmates like Roseann G, geek friends like Zuri and Zooey Deschanel.  At one point, while waiting to be allowed to perform, Urim shows up to tell us that they are requiring a full medical check up for all who are taking part.  Urim starts sharing these medical tablets (they look like hydration tablets, only there's around three inches wide in radius.  He tells us with a frown they're requiring "invasive anal exams" as part of the exam.  I cock my head towards him and jokingly reply, "We'll that's gonna be a problem for you straight people" and walk away.

I decide it would do me good to get a full shower so after the exam we can head off to prep for the performance.  I rush off looking for a good place to take a shower. It is at this point the location shifts to BF Homes Paranaque (walking down President's avenue, from Tropical Hut towards where Shakey's used to be) as I search for a shop selling shampoo and soap.  I notice this massive building on the left (which isn't here in BF but is the building in Singapore where Rocky and Mina and I located the gaming shop Paradigm Infinitum) and comment to myself how stupid I was not to see it before all those times I'm looking for toys.  Again the scene shifts, and this time I'm in Don Bosco Makati looking at the not-so-clean bathrooms and thinking, "No, there's a better place I can shower.  There was this bathroom no one uses..." and I hurry away through hallways until I emerge at De La Salle University and enter the SPS building where I used to meet my Malate Literary Folio friends. At the fifth floor, there's a clean bathroom (which now on hindsight, I recall never had a shower) where I then shower facing an open window.  I realize just before I start that I forgot to bring a towel and a change of clothes, but decide better I'm clean than not.

Quick shower.  Then I'm back in line at the medical exam.  The doctor finally receives me and he gives me one look and says, "Nice.  Okay you're done" and part of me  realizes he may have been giving anal exams only to the guys who didn't seem to look clean or good? I step out and seeing this jerk who keeps hitting on me at O bar Ortigas coming up next in line, I decide to evilly say out loud, "Wow, that doctor really used all FOUR fingers at the same time in the anal exam."

With the exam done, I find myself meeting up with my fellow performers and as we make our way to the performance hall, Zooey and I start coming up with an impromptu song.  I wish I could recall right now the whole song and the chords, but damn, it was cool singing with her in the dream.  Snippets of the song I could recall are:

Z: I believe in you
T: I believe in you
Z: And you know it's true
T: Yes I know it's true
Z: I believe that sometimes something happen when
you're starting to get up again
after a painful fall you had before.

T: I believe in you
Z: I believe you do
T: And I know it's true
Z: Because it's all so true
T: I believe we're always going to find a way
to rise up at the end of the day
and stop feeling we live on the floor.

Both:
Because when the going get's harder
The day seems to get tougher
The hurdles reach for the sky

Z: You'll be there to say
T: "I'm with you all the way"
Both: And if other's ask why...
Z: It's cause I believe...
T: I believe...
Z: I believe
T: in
Both: You.

So sappy, yes, but awesome, especially since we were literally just coming up with it as we sang (and gosh I so wish I could get the music down).  As we sang this song, we were walking out of the exam building, down Orchard Road, then turning a corner to what became the downhill slope of Santan street in Tahanan Village, then finally, into an old fort-like building you'd see in Intramuros which had these fun trap-like surprises for tourists who visit.  My dad kept asking us for the lyrics to the song we made up, because he kept telling us we could use it in our future performance (at this point, yes and only at this point, did I realize I was dreaming: my DAD is my director in theater?   Wait, that didn't make sense.  And yes, somehow everything else earlier did.)

Intramuros, from majadeen.blogspot.com

I start walking with Zooey ahead of us, and me, Roseann G and Zuri arm-in-arm, and my dad behind us, as we start singing the song "Anything Goes" mixed with "I'm the Bravest Individual" of Sweet Charity, complete with us doing the arm-swaying dance of Bravest Individual while we hop over puddles (oh and I should add at this point, Rosie was preggers in the dream.  Around six months worth.)  My dad's having some trouble navigating the stairs so we kinda slow down.  But then, I decide to sprint on up ahead of everyone else, and find Rocky waiting for me at the side entrance to the theater.  He gives me a kiss and tells me, "I can't wait to see it" and I smile and realize it is time to wake up.


Yeah, me and my dreams.
Crazy, ain't they?

Oink Closer...

Closer [4x]

[Verse 1:]
Turn the lights off in this place
And she shines just like a star
And I swear I know her face
I just don't know who you are
Turn the music up in here
I still hear her loud and clear
Like she's right there in my ear
Telling me
That she wants to own me
To control me
Come closer
Come closer

[Chorus:]
And I just can't pull myself away
Under a spell I can't break
I just can't stop
I just can't stop
I just can't stop
I just can't stop
And I just can't bring myself no way
But I don't want to escape
I just can't stop
I just can't stop
I just can't stop
I just can't stop
I just can't stop

[Verse 2:]
I can feel her on my skin
I can taste her on my tongue
She's the sweetest taste of sin
The more I get the more I want
She wants to own me
Come closer
She says "come closer"

[Chorus:]
And I just can't pull myself away
Under a spell I can't break
I just can't stop
I just can't stop
I just can't stop
I just can't stop
And I just can't bring myself no way
But I don't want to escape
I just can't stop
I just can't stop
I just can't stop
I just can't stop
I just can't stop

Come closer [7x]
I just can't stop nooooo
I just can't stop nooooo
I just can't stop nooooo
I just can't stop nooooo

[Chorus:]
And I just can't pull myself away
Under a spell I can't break
I just can't stop
I just can't stop
I just can't stop
I just can't stop
And I just can't bring myself no way
But I don't want to escape
I just can't stop
I just can't stop
I just can't stop
I just can't stop
I just can't stop

And I just can't pull myself away
Under a spell I can't break
I just can't stop
I just can't stop
I just can't stop
I just can't stop
I just can't stop

Come Closer

Heard from a Dream Today...

Strange dream.

Had a very strange dream today.  You know how you sometimes have those dreams where you're not really "there" in the dream but instead you are some kind of omniscience presence watching everything unfold?  I had that kind of a dream today.  

Just remembered it as I was posting today's camwhoring session, cause the dream kinda connected to it.

It started out with me seeing myself in someone else's room.  This someone else being someone whom I kinda enjoy hanging out with.  I was sort of just watching the whole thing unfold as if I was a bunch of cameras in the room, catching the conversation.  The friend was on a couch, going through a few websites while his companion was there, reading a text message.  Companion happens to see a new blogpost of mine and curious, asks Friend to click it.

Friend: Ay yan, that's just Tobie camwhoring again.

Companion: Camwhoring, ano yon?

Friend: Having fun taking pictures of himself.  He's been hitting the gym lately and has been having fun documenting the developments.

Companion: Medyo cute siya... click mo nga.. ang liit ng pic eh.

Friend: I guess.  (clicks website)

Companion: Ay.. ang feeling naman nito.  Liit liit pa ng katawan, panay pictures na.  Pa pose pose pa.  Sabihan mo nga friend mo nakaka-turn off siya.

Friend:  ... He is my friend you know.

Companion: Ay sorry.  Just being honest, no.  Tanda tanda na.  Tapos akala mo naman kagandahan ang katawan.  Siguro sobrang inggit ito sa tulad natin.

Friend:  He's not like that you know.  He's a good friend of mine.  Really.

Companion:  Sana man lang may face.  Buti na lang walang gusto ito sa iyo, kundi ang badtrip non...

And at that I woke up.  Kinda forgot all about through the day, but now as I was prepping to post today's update as well as the kuwento on Mr. Silent Evil (he was there), it was this dream that suddenly came to mind.  Hay.  Talk about pathetic, diba.  Sarili kong unconcious ang naninira sa self-esteem ko! 

Part of me was wondering if I was not just dreaming but actually picking up on something, since I have had some other-worldly experiences I couldn't easily dismiss in the past... but somehow that seems even worse a thing to consider.   Hay... ewan ko ba.

But yeah, that dream suddenly got me feeling a bit more conscious about camwhoring.  Maybe will have some kind of  code sa title (C) or something so those who don't care to read my camwhorin updates can easily skip past them.  Or something.

Ay whatever.

(Sunday to Saturday, Jan 25-Jan 31):
Gym - 3 Bar - 3

I'm still happy I am achieveing something for myself.

Freaky Dream Woke Me Up

Decided to hit the sack early tonight after the birthday dinner of my dad was over.  Had been working nonstop since 9:00a.m. and missed the chance to hit the gym, so was sort of feeling hungry for some what-i-want time.  Sadly, things didn't pan out as I hoped, and in an attempt to salvage what I could, I decided to try to sleep instead.

It is 3:46a.m. right now as I type this.  Barely five minutes ago, I woke up breathing rapidly with tears in my eyes.  All because of a stupid dream.  Yes, a dream.

And I knew it was a dream from the start, but damn, it hit me bad.

Was in this condo unit of a friend's, but not any existing condo unit I ever saw in my life.  It was a spacious studio type room, with the door situated at the center of the eastern wall.  Upon stepping in, one can see  right of the entrance door the dining table, refrigerator, a wall covered with photographs and newspaper/magazine clippings and a small shelf housing the favorite books.  On the opposite end of the room, the bathroom corner (frosted glass column in the corner, toilet and sink beside it.  The folded blocky mattress couch that also served as the bed, the tiny shelves beside it for the important stuff, and at the far western wall, numberous polyboxes (those translucent kinds sold in Dimensione) housing the personal effects, clothes, etc.

I was there because this friend supposedly had passed away, and my friend's family had asked me to help handle the guests who were coming in. 

We helped tidy the place up.  The brothers were prepping the food, juices and peanut butter squares that were to be served.  The dad, unable to do much, just stared at the photos on the wall that my friend had taken over the years.  I approached, told him we could handle things, and he just smiled.  I guess he was happy I was there.

The whole time I knew this was a dream, and guiltily, I didn't force myself awake.  The whole thing just felt strange and yet... I just couldn't help but want to "help out."

Guests came, and occasionally I'd show them around, if the brothers were preoccupied.  Usually would go around first, showing the room a bit, then going to my friend's remains, which were not physically present in the room.  Instead, this beautiful artistic abstract painting of sorts served as a "symbol" of my friend's presence in the room.  Right now as I type, I can't recall what happened, but I sort of vaguely recall it was one of those kinds where either the remains could not be found, or were best not made visible or cremated.

Finally, this group arrives, much more noisy than most.  From their snippets I catch they just learned their friend had passed on and were anxious to pay their respects.  The dad was busy and motioned me to receive them, so I walked up to them and asked them if they were here to pay respects to my friend.

They were.  So I let them in and showed them around.

One pipes in, "So, ikaw ba ang big bro niya?"

"Ay.. sorry, no.  I'm just a friend," I reply.

"Hinde," sabi niya ulit, "Big bro ang tawag niya sa..."

Hesitation.  I read his companion's lips as he completes the sentence for the speaker.   "..maging ka date niya."   And I find myself saying, even as my voice cracks and fails me, "Hindi rin.  Hindi ako umabot man lang diyan."

And I wake up.
In tears.

Grabe, now typing this I feel so weirded out by it.  The emotional weight of that moment is still strangely there.  Parang I recall crying over a lost friend hours ago, but now feel calm and collected.  But at the same time, I know I didn't do any such thing, and that I was just having a dream.   So weird.  Chest feels heavy and I find myself sighing to relax, but at the same time I don't really know of any reason I should really feel this way.

Hay grabe, Morpheus.  Ibang klase ka mag trip, ah!

Woke Up- In Pain

They call it Night Cramps.  Woke up to my right leg having a terribly painful cramp session.   Being alone in my bed, lying face up, I suddenly felt my right leg go frozen in its awkward position and just felt pain explode inside of me. 

I forced my leg down.   Applied pressure using my left leg to force my right leg flat against the bed until the spasmic pain subsided and the cramp began to fade.

Thankfully, this cramp lasted barely five minutes.   There was one time I was in too awkward a position to force the cramping leg to straighten up that I had to just endure the pain and that seemed to have lasted for nearly twenty minutes.

And I am absolutely sure this kind of pain has nothing at all to stand compared to giving birth to a child, but damn it, it was still painful.

I wonder, however, if this is the world's way of giving me a rude awakening, so to speak.
Get on your feet.  Exercise!  Finish that comic! 

Just prior to waking up in utter pain, I was having a strange dream.   I was standing in some massive field where hundreds of people in costumes and outlandish outfits were preparing for some competition.  They were all dressed up to be part of some competition against each other as they showcased massive displays which were made up of their outfits when they stood together.  Walking passed them, I reached a building and greeted my old boss, Beth Siojo.  She teased me, asking me if I was willing to work for ABS-CBN Global again and suggested that I can even work for the Advertising group again with all previously passed benefits and bonuses retroactively given to me.    I told her I'd consider and the whole dream shifted then to me wiht a group in a bus headed to Mall of Asia/Enchanted Kindom.  There I found myself with my old officemates (Joey, Marianne, Ma-an, Jen, Ramil) and stranger still, old classmates (Bambi, Lolit, Jo, Consy) and lastly Karen Kunawics (who carried with her a stuffed toy of a lifelike looking baby) and Don Dee and they all seemed to know each other. 

At first in the bus, I asked the conductor how much it would be from Sucat road to Mall of Asia and he replied "Isang Daan po."  That caught me off guard in the dream and as I was complaining abou thte cost, everyone else too started to complain.  The conductor ignored us and we all just were forced to pay.  But Karen wasn't going to let it slide.  While the conductor slept, she sneaked her hand into the conductor's belt pouch then liberated all the other "tickets" to everyone else in the bus and those waiting outside. 

We then got down at Mall of Asia, stepped inside, and suddenly were at the water ride of Enchanted Kingdom.  I had some kind of wardrobe malfunction with my speedos and excused myself while the rest of the girls decided to go on and enjoy the ride.  While trying to, uh, fix, my speedos, Sonny shows up and teases me, "Natuto ka lang pumorma, di ka na marunong mag swimming" to which I strangely replied, "Gago.  May wax buhok ko."

We both hear some guy complaining, and we peer out of the window to see Don Dee arguing with some guy who looks like Akihiro Sato about the water being in some way lacking.  To quote Don sa dream, "Its just not enough, you know.  The alcohol content is too low. Eehay moht algaysuminda.  You need to mix the vodka with the rhum."

Sonny tells me he wants to go swim and I tell him to go ahead.   I look at the water in the distance and watch as a yellow inflatable boat makes it way towards the first slide.  I look down at my hairy legs and see my feet have gotten dirty from being wet and standing (yes suddenly) on the beach's white sands.  I look up and see a film camera aimed at me.  I hear it click on.


And I have my cramp.


Can someone tell me if all this is supposed to mean something?