Ok so I about 2 years ago I drove all the way from Chicago to Los Angeles and I moved out here...about a year later Fashion TV Calls me and asks if I want to drop everything that I'm doing and take a job with them in Cebu, Philippines... they said they'll pay for my airfare, apartment and cut me a decent salary for a few months...So of course I said "Hell Yeah!"...so off I go to the motherland, never been there before I didn't know what to expect. I literally dropped everything in Los Angeles, quit my job, packed my stuff and just left. I think I'm still nieve enough to not really know what I'm doing but just diving forward and hoping for the best. When I got off the plane and drove from the chaotic airport through the marshlands and dirty industrial buildings I think that's when culture shock started to hit me and I realized "what the hell am I doing here?". Thats when i had a small panic attack. This place did not look like America at all. There was animals running around, packs of dogs, goats and cows...there wasn't houses there was huts, literally huts made with bamboo and straw roofs. There was no McDonalds, no Walmart and no signs of it being touched by american corporations (seeing a burger king would feel like heaven to my eyes)..but no nothing...just a different culture, mud for water and a bunch of people that I couldn't relate to.
It ended up being one of the best times of my life. I ended up really related to my co-workers since they were all in the same situation. They too all came from different parts of the world, Australia, Germany, the UK and the US so we all came together and bonded since we were all far from our homes. We had some crazy times, going out at night with a bunch of tall blond models in the philippines totally made us stars and the talk of the small town. Parties, riding dangerously on motorcycles, swimming in the ocean all added up in a truly crazy experience. The weirdest night had to be when I drank this drink that is band from America, it looks just like a vodka shot, where they set it on fire and you heat up a spoon with sugar on top of it...its suppose to give you hallucenations. Unfortunately it just made me black out...One minute I'm dancing in the pool the next minute I'm fully clothed, fully dry on someone else's bed. This happened not once..but twice!...Everytime that happened it was always hard to wake up the next morning and face the people you partied with.."what happened last night?" While they give you a detailed description of you being dragged from one club to the next, like a dead body and they even managed to drag my lifeless body into a Mr. Chow while they ate fast food! Sounds really bad but yeah know you only live once, I'm sure I would of enjoyed it just as much if I was not blacked out as well! Anyways by the end my contract ended I came home and I had one of the best and craziest experiences in my life...and I'm still alive...Hooray!
Now here is some pics of that couple of months actually these pics don't do it justice but I'm way to lazy right now to go through em' so here ya go:
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