Back in Original TMX, I swore on God’s green earth that I will never – ever – return to Metro Manila to do absolutely anything ever – ever – again. I am so wrong.
I am dead wrong, and I’m damn proud of it. These are moments where I can’t fuck up anything anymore no matter how hard I try. Which is one of the benefits of being wrong: P70.00 taxi fares, big hulking luggage, and your own bank being temporarily disconnected to Megalink. So no matter how hard or how much I try, I’ll always be damn proud and damn wrong from this point forward.
Marocharim has landed. Prepare for heck, Manila.