Easiest check in ever. This machine can either scan your passport, a credit card, or you can enter your e-ticket number. I chose to scan my passport because it was cool. Then it printed out mine and my sister's boarding passes. FUCK YEAH!
Notice the lack of a line at the carry-on x-ray station.
The train that goes to the second terminal. People here smell like curry. It was a stinkhouse inside that train. FFFFUUUUUUUUUUUU-
Buying a coconut at the airport, lulz
Every time there is an announcement, they interrupt the movie that is playing. Not only that, they have to do it in Bahasa (Malaysian), Chinese, and English. Kinda sucked because the movie would turn off, then on, then off, then on, then off, then on...
Finally landed at Ninoy Aquino International Airport. All the Filipinos here are coming from Dubai and Saudi Arabia. Most of them are engineers for the Durkas.
Taxi cab to my cousin's house. Dudes hangin' out on the Jeepney. alksjfhlkashflkashjsfaa man I missed this. BTW I didn't ride one because a lot of people get mugged on jeepneys.
The service road beside the highway. 8 years ago this was kinda empty. They are building another highway on top of the previous one. Also lots of new billboards.
First night back home. Had dinner with some old classmates.
I tried to make a crepe by myself but the guy wouldn't let me... guh
One of my best friends in hs. She's a bible thumper though. Gross.
A bunch of model planes back at the house. Years ago I really wanted to be a pilot. It's still sort of a dream of mine. Who knows, I might go to flight school. It runs in my family. My grandpa was a pilot, 2 of my uncles are pilots, 2 cousins are pilots.
My cousin's Civic. SiR mouldings and CTR headlights come stock here. Also JDM mirrors, stock.
All Filipino families put up a nativity scene, called a belen, during the Christmas season.
View from my room. The power plant in the distance.
Steep ass stairway at the house. My grandpa fell here, broke his hip, got it infected, and died. This fucking thing always scared me. Also a creepy Jesus statue.
Typical Filipino breakfast of over 9000% pork. Fried rice (with hotdogs), pork sausage, and bacon. Cholesterol, fuck yeah!
A little lounge area. Note the model A330...haha.
My neice, Alexis. She hates the mohawk.
Motorcycles exploded onto the scene about five years ago. They are super cheap and can maneuver through traffic well. Also, they don't follow traffic regulations. This is a typical intersection in Manila. There is no stoplight, no traffic cop, no stop sign. It's anything goes. I thought NYC was bad... Driving here is never boring.
Back at the airport now, on our way to see Mom. The security guard wouldn't let us in because all we had was an e-ticket number. He said to go to the office and get an official printout. So we went there, took a number, and waited... What a ************.
Bloody ridiculous. Finally got our boarding passes. Also unbeknown to us, there is a motherfucking BOARDING fee that you have to pay after checking in. We didn't have enough money because well we had no idea we were supposed to pay. Luckily some Good Samaritan lady came through and paid for us to board.
On the plane again. My sister is also an artist. She can draw, but not as well as me.