Been in the US for the past couple weeks and this place is absolutely f'n depressing. Smells like a big bag of bottom after it rains. Only jobs are crappy factory jobs (the cause for the bag of bottom smell, thanks papermill). Drug addicted skanks fill the only bar open past midnight (and they won't f'n share...because I'm a cop....yet they still want to fight and stir poo with me). Everyone I graduated with is either married with kids or a meth addict. If I was forced to live here I'd consider ending it all. F' this place! Flight to DC on the 10th, back in the Philippines on the 13th, Dumaguete on the 14-15th, couldn't be more excited about that.