Mute Mann in Red
Thursday, December 3, 2009 8:05 AM /
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Through a bird's worm's eye view I saw someone, all noble and strong poised on a stone cliff. In that familiar uniform. I had been heading towards his direction but stopped as I saw the color of his uniform. .in a different hue.
Red. Fiery red against the grey ruins of silver around us. We were on the desecrated mountains of metal. Lots of it distorted.
The man. .well. He's a police. I know it. He's wearing the traditional glasses of subtlety most of my male professors use on catching cheaters during exams; so I couldn't see his eyes, they were hidden beneath the dark orbs of those shiny shellpiece.
You see, until I stepped into Manila, I had thought that the police all wear the same bloody uniforms. The parallax effect goes with my college days, which I was forced to wear the same starched-stiff white uniform so moi still looked like a young kid. Back in Iloilo, policemen are sported in blue. But here in Makati I was surprised to find out that the police are wearing bright YELLOW. (Mystery solved on why I couldn't find a single policeman here to ask for directions, I have mistaken them for construction workers. And moi, the wander boy, was left no choice but ask some addle-brained security guard who doesn't know anything but the map of the buildng he's currently employed)
"Uhmmm. .Mr Policeman, what district are you assigned?" I can't help asking. (I'm just being friendly,haha)
But he didn't answer. He didn't moved.
"Mister," I carried on,"you should fold your cuffs. It's hot in here." I (being friendly again) showed him how to fold the cuffs of his long sleeves, demonstrating it into thin air. That's when I noticed that I was wearing a skimpy sando (shock!) and bruised all over. (shock!)
I raised my eyes to meet his gaze, waiting for some reaction. (eeeh?) Waiting for something. (what the. .?!)
Nada.
Okay that's it dude. Then I woke up.
Because that was a very rude dream. Who says mannequins need fashion tips anyway?
I think I need to see a shrink. .Things To Do:
★ buy toiletries
★ buy vitamin supplements
★ smuggle sweets to the office
★ laundry (again)
★ clean my shoes
★ be extra nice to kuya Emman
★ forward attendance log to HR
Labels: do-and-figure-it-out-yourself, dreamscape, ken chua, police
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