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500 Days of Bummer

2009-11-08T17:41:00.000+08:00

Kids, love doesn't always end up to that little fairytale route that you dream about. Instead, relationships turn into a hurtful business where someone is just always bound to lose. Trust me.

I'm no near famous but I've always been interested in the idea of my own movie biopic. I had no clear thought of how to do my story justice until I saw 500 Days of Summer. The film somehow dramatized at least one of the most historically important period of my ass kickin romance.

It made me feel weird like as if someone made a movie about my life. Free-spirited cuckoo chick, bizarre chats, awful humor, spontaneous doodling, architecture talks and a shitload of inconsistent romance.. sounds like the worst biopic but it really felt like it was tailored to my story. What a wanker. A big wet kiss to the writer! Pure genius.

buddhist baldwin

2009-11-06T10:47:00.000+08:00

When something makes me happy I obsess about it. Tennis, music, movies, food, farts, poop humor, you name it. If I like it I cannot stop myself from letting these things completely take over my life. Perhaps it's OCD, I’m not sure. I play 6 hours of tennis on weekends, I have around 3,000 songs in my computer, I fart and laugh as much as I can and I am banned from even uttering poop stories around my friends. I believe they are kind enough not to let my obsessions take over and completely alienate me from the rest of sane society.

Last tuesday I got a new toy that I cannot stop messing with. It rules. I cannot put it down for the life of me. Meet Baldwin. It’s a squeaky buddhist monk.. and he rules! He hardly does anything but I have been trying to make him do a little hardcore buddhist dance. Yes I am a lonely sick man. Whatever. It's horribly cute and he goes well with traffic sitting with his espresso like a little dashboard toy.

I took him out with me to a friend's house and it was a hit. Everyone wanted to talk to him and touch his little head and hear him squeak. It’s a wonderful tool to distract a party so you can stuff your plate without people staring.

This little buddhist baldwin is a real hit. Maybe I should get a monk outfit. Then I am going to bust it out this weekend. And I could care less what everybuddhistbody might think. Busting out in a monk outfit shall separate the men from the boys.

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So now you can see my obsessions are not healthy. Perhaps I need a new hobby.

massshin'tatoes

2009-11-01T20:40:00.001+08:00

As part of my goal to improve my kitchen skills, I’ve decided to really dedicate myself this time and I made something awesomely delightful this morning. I mashed potatoes. It's easy and dumb and I don't care because my potatoes kicked ass! From this moment on it'll be known as massh'kintatoes. She kicked so much ass that I am writing about it here and after that I am messaging everyone I know to tell them how much its royal mashedness kicked ass. In fact, it was pretty much more than ass kickerin, it was an epic of kickalicious deliciousness. With a taste of my potatoes, all the girls that I have not been with yet will throw themselves at me knowing that I can make this dumb delight and take their taste buds to an ecstasy. Beat that Bobby Flay!

recycling ignorance

2009-10-25T23:12:00.004+08:00

Kids, recycling is a big part of the on-going green revolution. It refers to the process of making use of something useless like taking glass bottles to your local bottle bank, taking unwanted clothes to your local charity shop.. all these are great ways to get involved with recycling.

However, recycling is not always best. Sometimes it takes the hard reality of facts to spur us into thinking, and realize that sometimes, recycling has odd consequences for us. Exhibit A:

In case you needed some more concrete reasons to understand what am I saying as to why recycling is not always a good thing to do, this shall clear your arguments as for why we shouldn't always recycle our waste.. the country's waste I'd say.

I guess we all know by now that finding examples of such political ignorance is like shooting a fish in a barrel. Kids, don't be dumb. Campaign for good leaders. Any casual mentions or cute chats will do. Get involved! We can no longer afford to have kids who respond with a blank-eyed huh to political talks.. such ignorance is a civic disaster in the making. Goodnight and God bless this ass kickin country.

movin out

2009-10-18T17:47:00.002+08:00

Yes finally I'm moving out into a very scary and exciting independence. I've already found a place down south and this is really happening. I'll be in the neighborhood where fancy people pay toll and suffer from horrible highway traffic.

I guess I’m leaving behind a comfort zone, a relatively pampered lifestyle.. such as: the fact that I have very little money is balanced by living with my family, not paying for electricity or food or rent and drive a generously fueled car.

I’m absolutely overwhelmed and floating along this idea. Still waiting for things to sink in. The act of moving really lets you take stock on what you do have in life. I can say I have full control to change any situation in my life now, which I believe is the greatest luxury everyone has.

So when people ask me why I have to move out despite the economical crunch of it all, I always say it's near work. And yeah I haven't mentioned that I might start working soon, perhaps. But I always knew that's partly the reason. Well I always thought that part of growing up is getting your own place. You plan your own life from going to college to applying for a job. Then eventually you want to get your own place and deal with adult responsibilities like bills and budgeting.

So now I need to put my entire life (well, maybe only the very essential bits of it) into boxes. But packing is a bit intimidating that I just want to throw everything in. Never thought it would be this hard that I’m drinking an insane amount of water to somehow work with the oral fixation to help ease the stress.

Now my hinges are coming loose in the sight of all this packing and planning that must be done. But I know it’s going to be worth it. I just need a little more strength to see this through. Perhaps I shall be back once the dust settles in my new place. Roll on soon.

finding neverland

2009-10-10T09:16:00.002+08:00

The past few days I feel like I'm in weirdtown that I find everything to be gray, nothing to be interesting and pretty much blaze about everything. Whatever frolicking inspiration I have has left with Ondoy and Pepeng. I think somebody has cut off my balls when I was asleep. It seems like my sack is chained up somewhere with all of my other talents and expectations.

So instead of doing interesting things, like going out to drink heavily, I'll repute on actually trying to write something of substance. To further my lack of finding anything inspiring, tonight I am going to read a book.. or at least try to. I might top it off with a viewing of Finding Neverland. I might even bake some cookies and knit myself a sweater after. My apologies for sounding like cry baby bitch. I expect a full recovery after this weekend.

epic of ondoy

2009-09-27T01:36:00.002+08:00

Brothers and sisters, today we made history. Our generation broke the record for the highest 24-hour rainfall in Metro Manila in a span of six hours. Mother nature is finally taking her revenge through Ondoy. Ah shit.. if humans are assholes, Ondoy, you're the biggest motherhumper and the godfather of all assholes. This isn't funny. Tomorrow we shall cut trees and plug in all our electronics. Fuck you Ondoy. Enjoy your weekend everyone.

shark you!

2009-09-23T15:24:00.003+08:00

Today NGC had a story about a giant fish being caught. It was a huge sonuvabitch shark. I was watching as the shark was hauled up from the water with a bunch of rope in front of an adoring crowd. All I could think of is if I were a shark I would EAT MORE PEOPLE.

YES. Humans are assholes. You don’t see a bunch of sharks cheering when a limb of a surfer is bitten off. Sharks don’t make a big deal about it they just chomp and leave. I really felt bad for that shark. She looked so hurt and sad. She’s not a monster, she’s just a fish. All she was doing was being a shark and having lunch.

To all of you cheering the murder of this glorious fish be scared, payback's a hellamotherfucker. I’d stay out of the water if I were you. I heard they are expanding to the shore. This shark’s asskickin family is waiting for you. They want to eat your legs and arms and face leaving you a faceless human meat for other idiots to point and laugh at.

The shark would leave your ears so you could hear all the laughter at your expense. And probably save your right eye as well to see the flashes of feasting photographers to sell your shot in a magazine. Doubt it? Well, there's a reason sharks have been around for millions of years and will be around longer than our asses. They’re smart and cunning and they don’t need a crowd of cheering idiots to do some shark damage.

dos chicas

2009-09-18T08:57:00.000+08:00

I’ve come to realize that some girls don’t hold their alcohol well. Well, some do – but most don’t and these girls were in the "don’t" category.

For whatever reason writing here has become low on the priority scale. I have hated sitting infront of my computer this week. I've just spent more time hanging out with actual people. On a good note I saw two chicas making out this week. The other one was cute, but bitchy-looking and the other was relatively hot. Anypoop the night started something like this:

I was at a near pub in Katipunan for what seems like our tradition. There was a UFC match on TV that no one seems interested in. I started drinking alone while watching the place gets crowded early and my friends were still trying to make their way through the shitty weather to get there from work. So I was forced to keep myself entertained with the constant head turns and flow of beers into my system. That is until these seemingly cute girls in soccer team uniforms who are at this bar quite often started rushing their umpteenth beers.

All of a sudden the flirting amongst themselves begins. I’ve caught them openly making out at their table just like the Katy Perry song. So I promptly sign to my beer buddies who just arrived so we all can get a good laugh out of it. But it turns out that all of a sudden everyone in the pub's trying to see where this is going to go. Well nothing makes up for bad tv like two drunk chicas making out.

We keep cheering them to ourselves to keep on drinking so that the night can be a good one. I knew everyone in the pub was picturing these two girls making out and somehow an illogical idea that they would somehow be part of a threesome. Every guy was wishing, praying, hoping and believing for a touchdown.

Me and my friends have stick it out for a long time. But nothing had happened when we had to leave the bar. Sadly, the night was just meant to be a one big tease filled with the hopes of desperate guys. It was quite the bummer.

potty mouth

2009-09-10T09:07:00.000+08:00

I am happy at the amount of traffic I get on this site. Some of you are my friends, who I believe are forced, a lot of you are strangers and a lot of you are probably just curious little internet apes. But what is more surprising to me is the funny R rating I got for this blog. Likewise, looking at the statistics and words used in order to rate this page is weirdly amusing.

So how did I bring this R rating upon myself? "This rating was determined based on the presence of the following words: *poop(4x) *bitch(3x) * ass(2x) * death(1x)"

So may I ask you, does this blog really contains very strong language? I mean, pooop? really?? I don’t think I have mentioned poop and ass in a long time, yet that’s how I got a hardcore R for this blog. These words brought a bloody red censorship to my sweet little youthful site. I am honestly not sure how I feel about all this R-rating but it is what it is and it is proof that I am a dirty bastard (at times). So kids if you're under 18, you might need parental permission before.... oh fuck it.

Just another thought, what if I double the use of these words, what rating could I knocked myself into?

phlegm donor

2009-09-08T13:24:00.000+08:00

It's confirmed. I'm a carrier monkey. A goober. A germ donor. A mucus faucet. A phlegm hocker. I am ill. I am really ill. Like for real. And it's just lovely being home. Maybe it's the weather. So I'll be spending the day on the sofa, in my ass kicking bachelor PJs, watching a lot of comedy teenpic DVDs and drinking more lemony juice.

The DVDs I have lined up for today's viewing are Ferris Bueller's Day off, Risky Business, Back to the Future, and Bring It On (well there's just nothing better than watching prepubescent girls jumping around in cheerleading outfits), and currently making my way streaming the US Open as I type this so again, apologies if I get confused at any point while blogging.

My brain is 90% phlegm so zero interesting thoughts shall happen today. Likewise, I'd rather leave the blog here. Roll on soon.. need to get more kleenex.

hey, i'm high

2009-09-04T14:16:00.001+08:00

Back off grammar crits. Bad grammar really drives me nuts but I'm high on paracetamol and lemony drinks so laugh at my embarassing mistakes and ignore what you can't correct.

I am ill. Like really really. I feel hammered today after my three hour drive home last night. No wonder regular long drivers are always such miserable basterds. A three hour drive is bloody long. It felt like I had absolutely nowhere to go of any interest. I think I'm pretty lucky I don't have to do this every single day or I might just die. There is something about monotonous driving for hours that completely wears you out.

Techically you are sitting down, and I don't usually get tired from sitting down. Unless I've eaten embarrassing amounts, then I can get tired doing anything. Except sleeping. Although I have on occassion slept so much that when I wake up I'm still tired. That always leaves thinking as to what to do, because I want more sleep but if I have more sleep then I'll feel like I need more sleep. Crazy huh? But it does make a lot of sense.

absobloodylutely

2009-08-29T17:14:00.003+08:00

Let me start this by saying that I am a retard. I do love music, all kinds anytime and anywhere. I live my life with headphones on or speakers blaring at all times. I was cleaning my room with "the Strokes" in the background. I love a soundtrack to everything I do. For me it makes the world a better place and I feel like I am constantly the star in my own video. And as you all know I'd love to share my talent with the world. I believe my skill is amazing and perfect most of the time. So I constantly live in this pretentious world in my room. I was dancing and singing like Julian Casablancas. I got so into it that I don't know why I had to resort to biting my lip to the point of drawing blood. I really am an adult what can i say.

a bitch's butler

2009-08-22T17:04:00.004+08:00

Again, I spent my friday night watching the dark knight at home with my dog. It's starting to feel like a weekend tradition, like a healthy substitute for beers. Thanks Christopher Nolan for making this brilliant masterpiece. This tradition has made me more aware of my dependence on alcohol. Without you and your batman films, I'd still be in bed with a bad hangover.

Like Bruce Wayne, I think I could really use a butler. I want the stereotype one, tall, polite, very British.. an Alfred prototype. One who has no sense of humor. One that keeps secrets, ignores my split personality and quietly sends hungover girls out the secret door before a business meeting or my family coming to visit. And yes, he would wear a typical black suit with penguin tails and a bow tie.

As I lay here in bed, I think about breakfast being brought to me.. bacon, waffles, sugary donuts, grilled cheese sandwich, mmmmm. But all I have is my dog looking at me. Thunderstorms terrified her last night so I let her spend the night in my room. But the good explosive scenes while the Joker was taking down Gotham didn't help her anxiety. She jumped on my bed and hunkered down under my blanket trembling.

I wonder if my dog thinks of me as her butler. After all, I feed her, sometimes bathe her, scratch her 6,7 or 8 nipples. And all she does is lay, bat her eyes, wag her tail and smile when I come home. Just look at her now, probably wondering when will I take her downstairs. What a spoiled bitch!

out of sync

2009-08-15T00:47:00.001+08:00

Ahh, the circle of life. For years, I have prided myself on my CD collection which I started when I was 14. But times have changed, and I can't really remember the last time I popped one of my these babies on. They are doing nothing but sitting on my shelf, taking up valuable space, sorted alphabetically by artist and by genre. Yes, I am that anal.

I got a couple cds I'm no longer too fussed to keep so I thought I'd sell them. I realized since most cds are mass produced, I'm doubtful they would still be worth much in years. I think just like vinyl, they will go through a period of being just about worthless, then eventually may come back only on certain artists and rare albums.

I'd say I do have a diverse taste in artists and I'm proud enough to say that I own an NSYNC cd. You can't blame a kid about to hit puberty right? Well neighbors, be my guest to sniff out all the embarrassing names in my collection. Tomorrow, I am selling some of them for 200 bucks a pop in our garage. I doubt an nsync cd would ever be worth something in the future. Bye Bye Bye!!

poop on the streets

2009-08-13T12:06:00.001+08:00

I hate those sign holding people. Like holding those stupid uncreative signs, screaming at passing cars changes people's minds one bit. These people are so annoying that sometimes when I see them I just want to run them over and crush their poorly-made signs. I want to hear their pain as they hit the windshield. Or maybe just throw a grenade, like they say.. better, faster and stronger. After they are good and dead I will take what little money is in there pockets and buy crappy food as I watch birds pick their tiny brains that are spewed across the street.

I'm sorry but I'm a little grumpy and I saw them on tv and they annoy me. Don't get me wrong, I know the government smells like poop. The whole New York reeks of poop after Gloria's one million dollar dinner. Like is anyone really looking out for the others? Aren't they just concerned with their own poo, returning favors from people who corruptly got them in position. I'm just saying that I am sick of everybody being a bunch of sign holders, tweeting about their beliefs. I mean they're loud and annoying and they cause traffic. How could I ever learn to like them?

horseplay

2009-08-08T13:22:00.000+08:00

I’m still up from last night. Wow, we killed the place. Totally killed it. We had free drinks, treats, new friends and sunrise. Last night deserves more attention, but maybe when I’m not still buzzed. Anyway, my buddy messaged me all excited about a horse playing football. It’s funny to get anything like that. I am so proud that he found something online that made him laugh and weirdly thought of me.

When I cannot write I procrastinate by watching weird videos. I know I know I have a problem. I have a bad obsession with weird entertainment. But they are so much fun. I find them to be a good cure for depression. What else can i say? Enjoy.

1933-2009

2009-08-03T22:53:00.003+08:00

She was the country's heroine, a moral leader, a warrior of peace for many people. Everything she said came from the heart and she would back it up to death with kindness, honesty and a smile. Our heartfelt sympathy goes to the Aquino Family.

year-off

2009-07-31T13:49:00.000+08:00

I might use a little time out after graduation. I've been thinking to take a transitional year.. like a year off before going directly to interviews for serious career positions. I want to figure out what I really want to do. Maybe make a difference or give back to the society.

Perhaps take a year off to gain additional experience, maybe to build a good resume and to have concrete career goals. I just feel like having unique experiences before settling down to this profession. Maybe travel to another city or country and have a different lifestyle.. to have fun with real valuable experiences.

I'm sure there would be employers who will question why I didn’t have a job right away after graduating. And I'm sure some will not admire personal development as an option. I know many students feel that, like after spending the past four or five years studying hard, they deserve a break. Right kids?

I know it is very easy for a year-off to become a year-wasted. I know my mom would interpret this time off as slacking off. I can hear her saying: “After all the money we spend on your education, you need to take a real job!” "Get your butt off and face the real world!”

True. I'm done resting my ass off for 3 or 4 months now. This little time off isn't going to be just a vacation. I got friends from highschool who took the unconventional postgraduate career, traveled throughout Asia and volunteered with foreign programs. Many of them stressed how much their unconventional experiences have benefited their careers.

I mean postgraduation hiatus isn't necessarily a vacation like most of us would think. Unconventional shouldn’t mean unproductive. I could still invest in that time out, like volunteering and learning about myself along the way. It does makes productive sense right?

random

2009-07-30T21:24:00.001+08:00

This made me laugh. Some people are just awesome. Just when I think I am all alone in the world with my love for weird crappiness, these guys came up with the strangest way to entertain themselves. I dig it when i find other people funny. Nice, nice.

craptacular

2009-07-25T22:23:00.000+08:00

Hey I am a worthless douche. I just looked at my calendar and it's almost August already. Instead of being a productive citizen for the past 4 months, I have done nothing but drink, drink, play tennis, crash on my friend's couch and eat crappy food. Don’t get me wrong nothing's more fun than being a lazy dooosh and I seem to excel at it. But somehow, it does make me wonder what happened to the drive I once had.

I keep telling myself and everyone else that this is just a phase.. but isn’t a phase supposed to end at some point and not get worse? I know I know, I’m just acting like a bitchy little girl. Believe me, I know some people have it worse off and my phase is fun, it’s just not that satisfying. So as I sit here watching Big Bang Theory on a beautiful lazy afternoon, I’m not blaming anyone but myself.

Anywoo, I was taking a leak a moment ago and I just realized I play this weird game of flushing the toilet at the exact moment that when it finishes flushing I am done taking a pee. It’s a game of accuracy and timing. I don’t know when or why I started doing this, but now I can’t seem to stop. I started to think of it as a sport and I suddenly thought of bathroom Olympics. Longest pee, synchronized pissing, biggest poop, longest poop.. my list is endless and quite frankly not going anywhere. Sounds exciting right?

Oh well. Poopty frinkin doo!! Maybe I should get a job.

Speaking of toilets, I’m not sure if this is ingenious or sickening. There's a chain restaurant sprawling in Asia that provides a bit of creative dining. Diners sit upon glitzy pimped toilets while enjoying their meals on glass-topped sinks and bathtubs. Patrons who have the privilege of dining will get to eat out from their very own craptacular tiny toilet bowls. I just hope eating here won't feel like a shit.

You’ve to admit that a full toilet-themed restaurant is pretty gnarly.. something you’ll only find in crazy Asian countries. And I’m pretty sure this would be a flush hit in Manila. If people here found joy on gross-out shit like 2 girls 1 cup, I guess this is nothing unusual for you.

(In case you did not know, 2 girls 1 cup is a nasty vid around the web. I do not recommend watching it, as these images of girls eating poo will be stuck in your head forever.)

mad-onna hatter

2009-07-19T21:51:00.005+08:00

I admire Tim Burton's impressive concepts in movies. This gothic supremo is pretty much responsible for my interest in dark and gloomy themes. So the reason why I bring up Tim Burton is because he has a very interesting project on deck. There's the full length remake of Alice In Wonderland, another Burton and Depp combo, where Johnny Depp will play Madonna, Mia Wasikowska as Alice, Helena Bonham Carter as the Red Queen and Anne Hathaway as The White Queen. I heard the movie will honor Lewis Carroll’s 19th-century classic injecting a Burton-esque trademark weirdness. I can't wait to see what comes out of Tim Burton's whacked-out imagination.

Johnn Depp as the Material Girl in the new Alice in Wonderland looks really amazing.. I'm impressed. Sources say he has dropped some serious weight for the movie role. New pictures from Depp and Burton's film have surfaced and this is one of the first promo shots for the Burton-ized Alice In Wonderland. Johnny Depp was even seen sporting a pink leotard on July 17 in preparation for his new movie role. I guess only Tim Burton could get Depp into these things.

Sorry wait.. this just in.. Johnny Depp is set to play the Mad Hatter.. not Madonna. My apologies. Anyone else have a sudden brain fart and think this is just Madonna?

leg spasm

2009-07-16T14:54:00.001+08:00

I always keep my cell phone on vibrate. I do this because I hate the stupid ring tones and fartsy cuteness that goes with it. I think ring tones are just to show off and make other people judge you by how cool, obscure or hip your ring tone is. So I stick with vibrate. It makes my life easy. If I'm a girl without the manly package down there, then it might give me extra pleasure.

Lately I have been leaving my phone at home, not charging it or forgetting it places. And the weird part is I always think my phone is vibrating in my pocket even when its not there. I think I have trained my thigh to vibrate when I’m thinking of calling someone or it just starts vibrating for no apparent reason at all. I’m always grabbing my thigh and nothing is there. And I guess you can picture how freakishly embarrassing to see someone randomly grab and feel his thigh.

No phone or whatever, nothing to vibrate but my leg. I am beginning to worry that I am getting this involuntary muscle twitching or something. Maybe this is an early sign of Alzheimer’s or Parkinson's. Fuck, I don’t want any of those things. I’m not sure if it’s that technology sucks or if getting one of those does.

It’s scary to think we have trained our thighs to vibrate for no reason. I wonder if I am the only one with this problem. Maybe it’s the next pandemic that will cross the nation, yet no one still wants to talk about it. It's good to have this blog to influence people to speak up before it's too late. Wait, is that my phone vibrating? Nope, just a leg spasm.

weapon of choice

2009-07-10T17:29:00.002+08:00

Check out Djokovic's signature racquet from Head. I held one his unstrung rackets yesterday and it was near perfect. This is the lightest racquet I've tried. The specs and the paint job are just amazing. Recreational or not, I wouldn't mind spending big for it. I have the Babolat AeroPro Drive right now and I am starting to hate it. All my shots were slightly off-centered, it vibrates on every hit and I'm really playing aweful with it. I think it's time to let it go.

So should I spend that much for recreational hitting? I'm a recreational player, I’m someone who likes to hit on weekends. Like hitting for hours on end, getting into a rhythm with my strokes and experimenting with different techniques. That's how I play. I prefer to get out there with a hitting partner for some unstructured hitting.

I'm in for long rallies, some short one’s and for some weird ones (when I try and show off some trick shots). In social matches I'm free to experiment, enjoy my strokes and just be out there hitting. I’m not saying that it isn’t a good idea to practice and improve your game, but for me it’s about having the most fun, so I’ll take the random rallying instead. Now by that, do you think I should shell out 12k for such racquet genius?

wait and see

2009-07-08T12:59:00.001+08:00

Are the good times really over? I’ve been uninspired the past couple of days. I cannot seem to make fun of anything. I’m really not sure why. I guess I need to shake something up, like run naked in our street or do something to spice things up a bit around here. I’ve been drinking and going out with friends more often now but all we ever talk about is work.

So going back to thinking about what I`m going to do next. Maybe I'll start up talking to people about possible opportunities, organize my portfolio, write about stuff that I had been thinking about for a long time and probably blog a bit more.. and yeah look for a job. Now may be a good time to get a job.

I'm pretty open about what and where I can be right now: full time or project-based, employee or independent, Manila or elsewhere. I guess time will tell.

But as part of the latest round of global lay-offs now my chance of getting the job that I want abroad is almost like striking a lottery. There's a break in construction and certainly, permits for new construction will virtually come to a halt. I'm so sure hiring interns would be their least priority. Global recessions don't usually end in a matter of months.. perhaps a year to a year and a half or more. If only my degree starts at a later time, the chances will be higher.

So for now I guess staying in Manila makes more sense. I've sent out resumes to several local firms and got like three possible oppurtunities right now. We got some good firms for interns here while everyone abroad is taking a real wait-and-see approach.