Manila is crowded and dusty and loud. Even though I was only here six months ago and I pretend like I'm totally used to it ('oh yeah, Manila? Totally used to it. Motherland.'), I'm always thrown for the first few hours by how different it all is to home.
Particularly weirded out by the huge billboards with impeccably dressed and disinterested caucasian teenagers plastered across them. Globalism, I know, but I feel uncomfortable at the idea that people are idolising an idea of beauty that they literally cannot achieve.
ALSO: there's a fast-food place that apparently offers UNLIMITED RICE with every meal you order. Surely, this is a land of plenty.
Particularly weirded out by the huge billboards with impeccably dressed and disinterested caucasian teenagers plastered across them. Globalism, I know, but I feel uncomfortable at the idea that people are idolising an idea of beauty that they literally cannot achieve.
ALSO: there's a fast-food place that apparently offers UNLIMITED RICE with every meal you order. Surely, this is a land of plenty.
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