Still reeling like a junkie who just smoked a bundle of weed from the previous night's "Bikini Open", I woke up from a dream where I found myself trapped on an island along with eleven other bikini-clad contestants. Only to find later on that "number 3" was really an alien from outer space intent on killing me while I eloped with "number 2" and "number 4". To understand what I'm talking about, you can read the background story here. Anyway, back to real life. The sun was up early and I heard the birds chirping by the window of the guest room of Barangay Kapitan Bibo Porras' home. I stood up from my bed half wishing my dream was real, went outside, and saw our two guides Inggo and his cousin Wladimir already waiting for us on the porch.

I was sitting there at the judges' table with a pencil and a bunch of papers in front of me. What am I doing here? I asked myself. I've never scored anyone wearing a bikini before. In my eyes, anyone who sports a bikini automatically gets a perfect 10 from me. I was worried the hometown crowd might not like our "scoring" and might shower us with a resounding "boos" like what the three blind judges of the recent Pacquiao - Bradley bout got. Whatever doubts I had quickly vanished when contestant number 1 walked on the platform. I decided to give them all perfect ten scores. Things reached fever pitch when Contestant 2 came out and I melted briefly when she made eye contact with me.