Move One Inch at a Time..June 6, 2008
So here we are in our new neat little haven. Our home away from home; our Utopia; our flamboyant wet dream.
Anyway.. our old haven, EastWest, was recently demolished by cheap blood sucking vampires that liked to sit for hours at a time while only ordering a glass of iced t… blood. As a result, the place closed down, and my friends and I are stuck here to rant about it. *No idea if that’s why they actually closed down. Personally, I think it’s because the rats decided to take over and hold the owner for ransom. Yep. Rats!
I’m Sean. I game, program, and drink. Unlike the other posters on this blog, I’m on the other side of the world, which, i think, should add +1 to my cool points. Good ol’ U.S of A. Although I had to move here, Cebu will always have a special place in my pants. In fact, as a testament to my man love for Cebu and all of it’s people, I made a short visit down there last month.
Getting back to Cebu was, for a lack of a better word, a bitch. Aside from the fact that I had to get a VISA, I also had to prepare myself for the longest trip of my life. I’m lazy; I’m very lazy. I don’t like doing things that arn’t absolutely necessary, which is ironic because I’m posting here. Ah, peer pressure. ANYWAY, the flight was ok untill I got to San Francisco. My flight was at 3 a.m. on the 5th, and I woke up at 5 a.m. on the 4th. Not bad, yeah? Untill you take into account the time difference which left me with 25 hours of not sleeping, and oh, the whole having to walk thing. So I board the plane, fall asleep, and wake up a couple hours later to two indian people sitting right beside me. “SHIT!” I thought. They tried to speak to me in their own dialect, so I replied to them “English only…” My facial expression alone probably pissed them off. I thought I was quite subtle about it, but hey, what are you gonna do? So after a 15 hour flight with the stench of foul breath and stinky feet a float, I got off the plane. Rest of the trip was quite painless. I met up with a good friend of mine, Jan, at the airport, and the good times started rollin’.
I’ll save the rest for another time.