....One morning of of May, I was walking adjacent to the Clock Tower when a stranger drew near to me from behind. Thought I’ve met the actor Billy Zane. A gorgeous-looking hunk clothed in torn European lounge coat. His pretty wristwatch matches the colour of his satin trouser, hand-held hankie & leather retro shoes. From his anxious countenance & messy-outfit, I figured-out: something’s eating this guy – & I’m right. ......I found myself cornered before I said a word (I suspect I was spellbound) & there he narrated his great ordeal. Tears from his piercing brown eyes dropped swiftly to his unblemished cheek and clean-shaven moustache. Can’t help but envy his manly jaws as he boldly talk & whimper. His fretful intonation & trembling arms likewise lay bare his panic & urgency. (picture a horse-jockey here aiming to make it first in the finish line-- Hmmm..too fast, How's someone with LBM speeding up to the “throne”?) . ......From his loose pouch, he took-out a transparent bottle half-filled with yellowish liquid and extended it to me. Damn! A fresh urine. I staggered after I tapped its heat and spot those tiny bubbles merging intimately on the sides. Accordingly, his inflamed kidney has to be treated at the soonest or it will jeopardize his existence. His appalling dilemma mounts up after he was deserted high and dry by a trusted ally from their homeland P_____ (beep.beep) who swayed him from there of a greener pasture here. A happy dream that was - now his most horrific nightmare, he lamented. Destitute, starving, ailing and alone, Whew! Want some more? His visa’s due to expire. Unwaged & penniless, a lending-hand is all he need to renew the same. .....Prior to climax of his compelling & oscar-winning scene and script(?), I grasped the gist of his ill-fated chronicle – the sole purpose why he pleaded next to me. Poignant tale. It moved & melt my, (ehem), compassionate heart, why not. On the contrary, I speculate. I might ensued to be his next object of anxiety since my wallet is evenly miserable that day, and therefore, a wrong prospect - a waste of his time... and incredible buoyancy.  Thought of offering him my taxi fare, but since my fast & furious driver-friend ArCy’s not around, I might beg too. and my prime worry is: gorgeous like me, whose philanthropic idiot will bequeath me with an alms? he, he (joke)......I’m a bit perplexed on what proper emotion to pay-off as he’s becoming more unrelenting (this time picture a pre-need plan Agent from Manila or a Credit Card Exec. in Dubai pushing me to sign a deal). To express my “required” sympathy, I supposed to frown along with him, but his eccentric antics caused me to LOL (? -laugh-out-loud – u : ). (akala ko sa Pinas lang may ganito) I nearly said , “Hey, r u a former bozo?" If you’re sailing under the false color man, you’re only chasing rainbow. How about pawning your mobile? (I'm so mean); or go for a talent contest. With such guts, looks & knocks of yours, you’ll get a good bucks”. (wait. - talent scouting’s not my cup of tea).  Kidding aside, I in fact replied sorrowfully: “SORRY Mr, I just had my remittance sent”. Heeding this, his angelic face then shifted promptly to psychotic bulldog. And before he nibble me with his perfect set of pearly white teeth, (albeit, I’d like asking his brand of toothpaste) I stepped backward….and RAN like a horseless jockey.