I didn't want to leave the Philippines. I mean I really didn't want to leave the Philippines. Man, I love it there. Now, I'm at the airport in Korea using this insane fuckin' keyboard that keeps switching to Korean characters.... Argh! Five hour lay-over here til the million-hour plane ride back to JFK.
I should have just stayed in the Motherland.
Now... all I have to do is figure out a way to make money there. We came up with a few ideas, my cousins and my friends and I. A girl I met in Manila suggested selling U.S. Franchise logos with the word "Manila" on them. For example, Starbucks mugs that say "Manila" or Hard Rock Cafe Manila. I was thinking of selling the Spoof shirts, but then Ace would bitch that I gave away his pasalubong. I bought a few masks in Quiapo that I think would make me some money in the U.S., and Monique gave me two P20 bills from back during the Japanese occupation. Then I came up with the idea of buying the Filipino edition of FHM and selling it on E-bay. I ought to be able to clean up with that.
I hope, anyway.
Posted by glenn at March 9, 2005 05:33 PM