P.I So Far.
Pretty amazing experience, I mean at first it was like "Fuck I won't get used to this." But really in a matter of days you feel as if you don't wanna leave no more, like being accustomed to having your breakfast laid out to you, having your bath prepped out, to even getting used to the blistering heat we have back at home.
This week I've managed to:
- Survive the plane ride from LAX to Manila.
- Endure the harshest winds P.I offers.
- Ride shotgun in a taxi cab, and survive the thriller "Marco-esq" no lane, yolo, freeforall driving of the taxi driver.
- Go to Cebu.
- Continuously sit up front in the taxi cabs to observe how locals drive.
- Hopped from one hotel to the next.
- Abused the shit out of the drinking age here.
- Had some pretty nice Chinese food.
- Ate at a place Anthony Bourdain ate at.
- Bought some nice shirts to bring home.
- Complained over the occasional "blackouts" or here "brownouts".
- Reunited with old childhood company.
- Clubbed and club hopped in the local "teens/young adults exclusive" area.
- And played pusoy and pusoy dos with friends to kill the time we had sitting in the fiesta/house blessing of my auntie.
Only one week left, well actually a week and a half til I come home. I gotta say I'm in that phase where I'll be sad once I leave this place, it's said that if you stay in one place five days or so, you become so used to everything, that it's hard to move out and become used to another place. I actually got used to having no wifi every step that I take, and it's nice to sign on every now and then to check up on what friends are doing back home (I miss you all! (No homo to the guys) and yeah. Well, it's uhh, (fuck what time is it) ah shit, the clocks moving, time to start my day.