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for posterity's sake, here is last night's dream:

i was running around a weird building. lala & i were dealing with a little old bald chinese man. i dunno if he was tatang (mr. henry sy), or mr. ramon chuaying. he was pretending to be lao tzu, founder of taoism, saying all these philosophical things.

on the other hand, i am also running around with dad & kit zulueta, who needs to drive me to another place, where teachers are talking down on me like i was a little kid, and asking me to recite the panatang makabayan. we were, after all, late. and we walked into the flag ceremony.

i sort of got the sense of trying to escape two reasons people were prejudiced about me: being young and being a girl. or, like, trying to find a good philosophy to work with those two "disadvantageous" elements. what am i saying? i can't even explain how i got to that conclusion in the groggy wake of the dissolved dream.