I felt like a legit survivor after traversing Osmena Ave. alone in the darkness… in paranoia. If ever you are familiar with the feeling of self-protectiveness in hopes that it might be able to thwart something - anything - that could possibly pounce on you from the darkness at any second, then we are on the same page. I was at the front of the Film Institute mentally practicing the defense tactics I watched once on The Discovery Channel when suddenly a sound of an engine came from behind. To my relief, it was a seemingly harmless, half-filled Philcoa-bound jeep. I waved at it artlessly to shroud any suspicion that I’ve been praying the Our Father during the entire course of my journey. It was not only comforting, as I sit on the bench of that jeep, that I don’t need to walk the rest of the way. I’ll be home sooner than I thought.