i've been hitting the fast food chains located at every city i stop. jollibee, a locally grown "mcdonalds", is necessarily everywhere but as most san franciscans who have been to the jollibee on howard st. can attest, that stuff is the slightly worse than donkey excrement. take it from me. having been to india, i can unequivocally say that donkey excrement tastes extremely foul.

it's off-peak season but prices haven't come down accordingly. i chalk this one up to unskilled business practices in line with filipino insanity. they'd rather lose a customer, money and keep a room unoccupied than haggle down to a more comfortable rate. usually i'm their only customer but still they turn me down. the worst part is i'm now entering hotels ready to yell at management to correct their illogical ways. but ultimately, i get kaiboshed back out into the street by a pimply faced helper with tears clouding my bloodshot eyes and snot dripping out my nose. fools.

the food is average at best. i'm dying for any spicy meal, one that'll make me sweat and/or blur my vision but none can be found. nothing's better than a cigarette after a painfully spicy meal. hence, i have enjoyed my cigarettes less, not to mention the locally produced smokes give me a splitting headache. but as i was taught at male cheerleading camp, a winner fights through the pain so i often quickly chase my last cigarette with another. that's what a real man does. that and weeping after a hotel manager won't give you a room for 300 pesos.