At 23, I am terrified of going to Manila. I have constantly shoved out the idea of me working there and the planned work-related trips I had with my previous employer always ended up canceled. For someone who's greatest ambition is to be a travel writer unpredictably marauding the whole world, it's such a big, glaring, slap-in-the-face irony. I know I'm such a chickenshit and for someone who has embraced [post]postmodern theories, mine is such a backward probinsyano mentality. In fact, this is such a mockery to the "new" probinsyano/na mentality, which is venturing into the urban jungle, the clearest, most popular vision would be Manila.
And in a matter of 3 hours, I will be at the airport aboard the 1:30 flight to Manila. You can just imagine how many butterflies are in my tummy right now.
2 comments:
OMG!!! I never imagined you having butterflies in your tummy...hehehe...
Have a safe trip my friend and enjoy the bliss of travelling for i have had my fair share of the jungle...
It was all worth it and I even came to the point of loving the Jungle "MANILA". as the song say "Manila, I keep coming back to manila..... there is no place like Manila."
It's not so bad. Am a probinsiyano myself and has been living here for years now. If you can discount the traffic and the pollution, Manila as I would like to say, still tastes like chicken. :)
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