After we parted, I was entertained while I strolled back home. A toy monkey drummer or a drummer monkey toy, (if that's more confusing: a toy monkey that drums.. whatever…) who with another figures in exact resemblance in display on the sidewalk, do the drumming mechanically while the cute little boy was amused by the redundant beat. I turned into pinching the cheeks of the cute angel, who was still transfixed but was sooner dragged off by his sitter.

Then, in the busy intersection of the oldest street in the Philippines, another vendor secretly tried to bargain me with pleasure exclusive to sperm-producing people. Since I didn't have enough payment for the lease for the already-used flesh and such, I just ignored the bitch after the green walk-sign flashed at the next section. People then flooded and soon I was drowned into the next department store.

Somehow I forgot the paranoia beforehand, when I failed to say thank you to my aunt and uncle who gave me a tip for giving them my brother's passports. I tried to reject it but they insisted, making it impossible for me to refuse the freebie. I just hope it was not a big deal for them and in my part, too.