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Davao can KISS MY ASS!
I go to Davao and what do I get? A F*CKING HEADACHE!
First off, some dipshit security at Cebu Pacific denies access to one of my regular crew for the Coke Christmas Caravan project. Apparently this dolt doesn't get any from his wife, or doesn't know how to wack-off and release his 'trapped tension'.
Ok, so the E-Ticket got 2-letters wrong on one of our guy's name. But when we went to Cebu with the same grammatical error our guy was let in to both the Cebu AND the Manila Return flights.
I mean, seriously? Did this retard watch too many movies in his lonely life to think that someone, IN THE PHILIPPINES, has the ability to get to the Departure Terminal at exactly the right time as the Ticket requires? Without someone like me who actually understands what Punctual means?
HELL NO!
This country F*CKING starts 6:00pm meetings at 8! And even after a flight is delayed, you still hear some retards who have already acquired their Boarding Passes but still didn't make it to the Boarding time.
In fact, the majority of people here are so incapable of determining Time I hear Christmas Fireworks popping at 10:30PM (HK Time).
We're THAT goddamned STUPID
Now, after we finally made it to Davao we catch some shut-eye since our flight was around 5am. When we finally get to the venue we expected everything to be pretty much "Plug-and-Play". SURPRISE! Filipino Incompetence Strikes Back!
We end up needing to re-wire some circuits which we already finalized at Cebu. And to make things worse, it F*CKING showers! And not just any normal rain shower; no. This one was a gentle shower that lasted 4 God-Damned Hours! You know what I call that? Divine Interruption.
Apparently the great One decided that us losing one guy wasn't bad enough. Oh no. He decided that He should let it shower for 4 hours straight while we fixed our cables. And here's the fun part: we had the stage covered for such B*LLSH*T. But, gosh-darnit gee-wiz, The Lord added wind to the Divine Insult.
I myself like the occasional breeze, but not this CR*P. For the same 4 hours, the Heavenly winds tossed the rain RIGHT AT US; dousing up to Center stage from Stage Left. What makes this so obviously God's Hand is the blatant lack of respect for Physics. With a wind that strong and constant, the stupid rain clouds should have been pushed the f*ck out of our way.
In the end, we got the wiring fixed. And I woke up the next day with a terrible fever. The fever stayed until after I got back to Manila. But not after I did My Job. I'm a CRUZ. You don't take Us down that easily.
Makes me want to raise my finger to God when we hit Church tomorrow.
Another reason Davao can KISS MY A$$ is they have weird people.
First off, they have this rude habit: If you happen to face a Davaoeno and s/he looks back, they give you this Evil Stare like they're remembering your face so they can mug you later.
It happened to every Davao-local I met faces with. And that was about 10 people. I don't care if people say I'm generalizing. For that to happen to the 10 people I 'saw', in four separate parts of that area of Davao, I call it a Local Phenomenon.
I don't care what people say. I experienced it everyday I was there; before and during my fever. I could even tell the Davaoeno's heading to Manila. The gave me the same rude stare. Must be some form of arrogance.
And speaking of Arrogance... WTF is with all the Bisaya starting-dialect? Don't these retards know about Toursits? I mean, for crying out loud! We walked out of an Inn. AN INN! The local pearl street-vendors were smart enough to come at us offering goods; not so smart to determine we didn't speak their native tongue.
I mean, are such big a$$holes to think the whole world speaks Bisaya? I understand the Chinese, they out-populate any two large countries combined. And from what I've learned, they have the ability to take down a Super-Power if they wanted to.
Then there's America. Right bunch of arrogant Jerks right there. Why they refuse to understand why they're being Terrorized is both beyond my ability to analyze, nor do I really give a Rat's A$$. What makes English the lesser evil(Thanks to the British, actually) is that most countries around the world actually use it when interacting with foreigners.
So in closing: Davao can KISS MY A$$!
Thanks for the income; hope I never have to go there ever again.
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