No exit, No entry

I am handcuffed and being escorted by several security officers into a dingy cell. I can hear the word Filipino in a thick Malay accent mentioned a couple of times and the rest are gibberish to my ears. The looks on the faces of the foreign people, who are now gazing at me, are nothing but hollow and terrifying. I am wearing a bright orange jumpsuit with my last name on it and a capped letter P at the back. I got busted for a crime I irresponsibly and unknowingly did.

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How to Survive the Patong Apocalypse

The Mayan calendar wasn’t exactly accurate when it said that we should be gone by the 21st of December last year. But come to think of it. What if doomsday is really just around the corner? Are we going to survive it or should we just accept our fate that is death? Now, here are a few handy tips on how to survive the apocalypse called Patong, The heart of Phuket’s nightlife.

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Sex, Alcohol, and Bangla

I have been a Catholic since Lord knows when and went to Catholic schools with conservative teachings and rules all my life. My everyday experiences as a grown-up changed my faith a bit but I still remain a follower of The Creator. I am not practicing as what others call it. Considering myself as liberal and open to a lot more possibilities and ideas (but that’s a different story), imagine the horror I faced upon setting feet in Bangla Road, the heart of Phuket’s nightlife. Now let me give you an idea on how Bangla Road looks like, especially at night.

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Dear Maya

Dear Maya, How are you? You might think that I am mad writing this letter but you gotta read. I first saw you on a movie house when I was still what, 13 or 14. I remember you were wearing your pearl white dress with a bright blue scarf. Virgin-like, I thought. The green mighty buildings surrounding you boasted of protecting your innate beauty. The people, well, they were just there to praise your wonders. They say that this film did you no justice and only, if not ruined, abused you. That didn’t matter to me. I was in love with you. Since then, seeing you in person has been one of my ultimate dreams. See 0:41 – 1:27

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Anh Dao Guesthouse

Do you remember how it felt like the first time you did it? Have you really thought about it before doing it? Was it scary? Was it something you won’t forget while you still live? So, how was your first sleeping-in-the-airport experience? It scares me so much that I haven’t tried it yet.

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Ho Chi Minh City Museum

Children, do not confuse yourself. Hanoi has Ho Chi Minh Museum which was built to honor the late Vietnamese leader Ho Chi Minh. Now, there’s also Ho Chi Minh City Museum located in District 1 of Saigon and that’s where we went. The only museum I recall that I’ve been to prior this was the National Museum in Manila. I couldn’t remember the other museums I visited during our educational field trips in gradeschool. So when we arrived in Saigon, we didn’t waste our time and set foot in the old Ho Chi Minh City Museum. Old?

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The Scooter Country

I know a country where there are a lot of motorbikes. And when I say a lot, I mean MILLIONS. Development in Vietnam is pretty obvious. Just think of how bicycles, in which the country is famous for, were quickly replaced by a massive volume of motorbikes.

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35K isn’t Cheap

Our friend EJ, a big Che Guevarra sucker, requested that we buy him a cap with a single star design similar to his icon’s famous beret. Che’s from Cuba and we’re going to Vietnam. I didn’t see the connection.

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