Just Like Manny
I was only home for three weekends but I had to take this flight to hong kong on saturday so I had to fly back to manila again last friday, my flight to manila was around seven in the morning and I was already up around four yet the seat I got in the plane was at the farthest rows at the back, and when they started handing out newspapers up front, everybody ahead of me was so eager to read then that none of the papers ever made it to my seat. I felt like sleeping anyway, it was contagious from both the sleeping passengers beside me and I think I only had three hours of sleep myself the night before too.
I was going to stay for a night in manila because I had some things to do. First I had to do some laundry at my hotel because the jacket I brought along was filthy dirty, I was watching the weather at the news back home before I left and it said it was raining hard in hong kong and I just grabbed one of my jackets in a hurry without seeing that it looked like somebody used it to wipe his car clean. Then next I had to get some eye drops because when I get to hong kong my eyes turns blood red after a day or so, it always happens and it will give you the creeps, and its like the same way I get mouth sores whenever I get to bangkok. Sometimes I feel it’s the bird flu trying to get to my system through my eyes.
One of the persons I would like to meet over at hong kong now is this guy chris I got to know at the start of the year. He’s from hong kong, he works there and sells gundam model kits as a part time job, and eversince I revived my old hobby of gundam models last december, he’s been responsible for the armada of gundam models crawling up my desk. I don’t know how he looks though, we do business only in emails but what is particularly great about him is that he doesn’t charge much for shipping a package to me, unlike other internet merchants that would charge a lot, and when I tried complaining about it they would tell me that their shipment costs is not just the price on the stamps I see in the package. Chris would always end up his emails to me by saying cheers lib like he’s holding up to toast a mug of beer to me or something across the screen, my brother told me that it’s a british remark. I wonder if chris does like to get beers after work but in a fit of rush I left the copy of his address back home.
On my way to hong kong saturday I had breakfast up at the plane and slept all the way over the red china sea until touchdown, the weather was spectacularly bad from my window and they even called it a black rainstorm at the airport, it sounded like it was raining more than just cats and dogs and it made you feel the weather just had your day on a bad start. I made my way out from the tube of the plane when I saw this guy who used to be the president of my country whom everybody back home got used to call by his initials FVR, he ran for office years ago when I was still 12 but yet he still looked pretty fit for somebody who’s almost 80. He was chewing on his unlit cigar because they probably cant have anybody smoking around the airport, the same way I would have chewed on my plastic cup because they don't serve beer at the plane at eight in the morning, I came up to him and tried to say something and when he saw me he looked stern and said something like ‘get your chest out and stomach in son’ he then gave me a thumbs up sign and a smile and continued saying ‘that’s it, just like manny pacqxxxx’.
I hate this presumption that everybody from my third world country has this arrogant pugilist for a hero.
I was going to stay for a night in manila because I had some things to do. First I had to do some laundry at my hotel because the jacket I brought along was filthy dirty, I was watching the weather at the news back home before I left and it said it was raining hard in hong kong and I just grabbed one of my jackets in a hurry without seeing that it looked like somebody used it to wipe his car clean. Then next I had to get some eye drops because when I get to hong kong my eyes turns blood red after a day or so, it always happens and it will give you the creeps, and its like the same way I get mouth sores whenever I get to bangkok. Sometimes I feel it’s the bird flu trying to get to my system through my eyes.
One of the persons I would like to meet over at hong kong now is this guy chris I got to know at the start of the year. He’s from hong kong, he works there and sells gundam model kits as a part time job, and eversince I revived my old hobby of gundam models last december, he’s been responsible for the armada of gundam models crawling up my desk. I don’t know how he looks though, we do business only in emails but what is particularly great about him is that he doesn’t charge much for shipping a package to me, unlike other internet merchants that would charge a lot, and when I tried complaining about it they would tell me that their shipment costs is not just the price on the stamps I see in the package. Chris would always end up his emails to me by saying cheers lib like he’s holding up to toast a mug of beer to me or something across the screen, my brother told me that it’s a british remark. I wonder if chris does like to get beers after work but in a fit of rush I left the copy of his address back home.
On my way to hong kong saturday I had breakfast up at the plane and slept all the way over the red china sea until touchdown, the weather was spectacularly bad from my window and they even called it a black rainstorm at the airport, it sounded like it was raining more than just cats and dogs and it made you feel the weather just had your day on a bad start. I made my way out from the tube of the plane when I saw this guy who used to be the president of my country whom everybody back home got used to call by his initials FVR, he ran for office years ago when I was still 12 but yet he still looked pretty fit for somebody who’s almost 80. He was chewing on his unlit cigar because they probably cant have anybody smoking around the airport, the same way I would have chewed on my plastic cup because they don't serve beer at the plane at eight in the morning, I came up to him and tried to say something and when he saw me he looked stern and said something like ‘get your chest out and stomach in son’ he then gave me a thumbs up sign and a smile and continued saying ‘that’s it, just like manny pacqxxxx’.
I hate this presumption that everybody from my third world country has this arrogant pugilist for a hero.
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