So, I am back in the Philippines again. Why does it feel like that should be sung by Willie Nelson?

Anyway, I remembered again my target market. Filippinos!! I think that the blond wavy hair and womanly curves is an asset. Well, it feels that way as I walk down the street and get greetings from men. Ah, maybe they are just being friendly?

I arrived yesterday and my 4-8 pm meeting was pushed back to 12-4 am. My colleague that I was meeting was editing a film and it was going well so he wanted to continue. He wanted to meet with me before heading to the airport to catch his flight out. So, jetlagged and cranky I sat in my room waiting for him to arrive.

It was fine and by 2:30 the meeting was finished. He left to pack and get an hour's sleep, but I couldn't. I was suddenly wide awake in a beige hotel room with bad television. Not much on apart from the religious programming. Luckily, that is always on. I listened to some woman from the US mid-west, that has never really known any true suffering in her life, tell people that Jesus will make your life happy if you only give yourself over to him. Hmmm.

I think I could live in Manila. It is a city but a fairly manageable one. There is good shopping and nice restarants. Not as much emphasis around things to do and culture as London but if I made friends it might be okay. I guess it would depend on where I lived which would depend on what I could afford.

Okay, best finish my work so I can go to the gym.