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Ladies and gents our story begins with our author who one day packed up his bags to spend the next 5 years of his life on some tropical island far far away. This land is not like any place he has ever been to before. There is no telling of what he may encounter during his stay there but one thing is sure he is going to be in for one crazy adventure. And this is where you get to read about it.

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The stories told here maybe appear larger than in real life and at times may even appear outlandish. However, all actual events are in fact real (well, most of them). What may appear as a distortion of reality to some may only be due to the author's perspective of the actual events. Some say he is just not right in the head.

Thursday, September 29, 2005

And the survey says...

My classmates have been taking little surveys in class. Nothing of any real importance. They have mainly been kind of along the lines of "what would you rather eat chocolate that taste like shit or shit that taste like chocolate?" I chose the chocolate that taste like shit because shit that taste like chocolate is still shit.

Anyway, another one of their question was asking among the guys in class who has the most potential of being a player? To my surprise I was one of the guys to receive the most votes. I guess I shouldn't really be all that surprised because it seems like Asian girls (girls from Asia not Asian girls from America) are always asking me this. Am I missing something? Am I doing some kind of player move I'm unaware of? The player walk? The player grin? I don't really mind being asked but I would just like to know why they think this way so maybe I could some how make it work for me. Cause right now I ain't no player, I'm riding the bench. I don't go out with any girls out here. Damn, that's another reason why I'm hating it out here.

Ok so let's take a survey. Can you guess the player(s)?

Guy 1
Girl 1

Guy 2
Girl 2

Guy 3
Girl 3

Guy 4
Girl 4

Guy 5
Girl 5a
Girl 5b

Well, who's the player(s)?


Got a letter from my nephew. It brings about mixed emotions. I'm happy to hear from him and a sad at the same time. He tells me "it's not fun" over there. He's an only child and his mother isn't around much. Everyone else at the house works and they really don't have the energy to keep up with an 8 year old when they come home. So when I was there I always tried to make time for him and when I didn't I felt guilty. He's already seen a lot of crap and what he needs is to just be a kid. To have his fun and not care about anything. To have someone to joke with, to run around and play hide-and-go-seek with. Me being 5 years old mentally I can totally relate. But now I'm out here doing my own thing. Trying to grow up... and feeling guilty.

I'll be back soon. Miss you buddy.

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

May all your dreams come true

...I hope not.

I had some crazy dream last night. I was killing people and taking their money. If dreams are supposed to mean anything, what does that mean? Yup, I think I'm starting to losing it out here. Say good by to the sanity. Pretty soon I'll be nucking futs.

On another note, I think someone is stealing my undershirts. Yeah, people are that poor out here. They'll do that kind of stuff.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Like a chord...

It was nice to hear your voice again.
Even for the short time that it was.
I've been missing you.

Wow! Is this the first time that I have written about something that was actually a happy moment?

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

What's for dinner?

More of the little things are starting to get to me.

It seems that ever since my aunt and uncle went on vacation the help has sort of went on vacation too. I just went downstairs a little while ago to go get some dinner with laced their popular protein sprinkles but no one was around. The backdoor to the kitchen was locked, so I couldn't exactly help my self either. I guess in some way I shouldn't be complaining. I mean this partly my fault too. If I had come down to eat dinner at 5 o'clock I probably would have gotten some food, instead of waiting all the way until 8 o'clock. I must have been out of my mind to eat so late.

Anyway, so I walked over to this burger stand across the street, it's called Burger Machine. I ask for one of their double burgers but apparently they were out. There were out of all their 4 different types of double burgers. It was kind of funny to me because the lady said I could buy any of their single burgers. The difference between their single burger and double burgers is just one patty. It's not like they are pre-made burgers so I didn't see how they couldn't just make one double patty burger instead of two single patty burgers, especially since it is on their menu. Well, I guess this is just me being picky again and maybe I shouldn't be complaining. If I bought two of their single burgers then I would have a double burger, right? It would have cost a little more money, though. Not much money, instead of 39 pesos it would have cost me 58 pesos, but it was the principle. I felt as if I was getting ripped off some how, so I took off.

Left with the only other option of the junk food from 7eleven I decided to head back to my dorm for a can of good ol'tuna for dinner.

The Dinner of Champions!

You can't complain about that, right?

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Protein sprinkles

Ok, so after seeing my little friend in the bathroom...

I headed to the canteen downstairs to get me some bottled drinking water. While looking for water there was another tenant on the other side of the counter waiting for her food. The cooking lady was getting the tenant's food out of the serving rack. It's like a little show case with glass on one side and a sliding cabinet door on the back. Anyway, one of the entrees in the rack caught my eye as she open the door. It wasn't because the entree was something spectacular but because it was as if there was a little ant convention taking place on the dish. There were all these little black ants running in circles around the dish. The cook closed the door as if it was nothing. Now, the cook is a little old so maybe her eyesight is going a little bad and so she couldn't really see them. Or maybe the ants were paying rent to hold the convention there. I really don't know.

Now, I got to thinking since this is the same canteen that serves me my breakfast and dinner. Usually because I eat my dinner late they keep my food in that same rack until I'm ready to eat. I was thinking when they heat the dish it would kill most germs anyway. However, they usually don't reheat the food they pull out of there and a lot of the food that I have eaten has been a little cold. I just kind of walked out of there in a stupor; without any water because they were out.

Well on the bright side I herd ants have a lot of protein. I'll just think of them as protein sprinkles.

My little friend

There I spotted my little friend, in the shower. At first I didn't recognize him right away. I thought maybe he was just a piece of string getting tossed around by the drops of water. I was perplexed. This can't be what I think it is. Or can it? I had to take a closer look and to my surprise I was correct. It was only about an inch long, slender and dark red. Though, I was looking right at it I still couldn't believe it. Before I could dwell on the notion of "why is this happening to me" panicked thoughts on what I should do about my little friend raced through my mind. I couldn't just leave him lying there like that but I didn't want to touch him either. It was gross. With the shampoo running down my hair I bared down and swallow my guts for what I was about to do. With my right slipper I grinded him in to the tiles of the floor and let the water carry his remains down the drain. I guess I should not be calling him my little friend, since in the end I wasn’t kind to him at all. You may say I was cruel but I could not share my shower with a worm. (Yes, a worm. What did you think it was? No, it's not some kind of metaphor. A real f@#%!&$ worm. )

The murder weapon

As for all you other worms better not come around here or you'll meet the same fate!

Saturday, September 17, 2005


For some reason people can never guess my age. (Guessing at my ethnicity seems difficult too.) Well, for some of you still wondering I took test at blogthings.com and according to them I'm...

You Are 19 Years Old

Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.

13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.

20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.

30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!

40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

Seems kind of true. So I took a couple of more test to find out more about my self...

What Your Underwear Says About You

When you're bad, you're very bad. And when you're good, you're still trouble!
You're the type of guy who lets his girlfriend pick out his underwear.

You are a Self-Discoverer

You're not religious, but you've created your own kind of spirituality.
Introspective and thoughtful, you tend to look inward for the divine.
You are distrusting of all forms of organized religion.
You especially dislike religious gurus and leaders, who you feel are charlatans.

Your Hidden Talent

You have the natural talent of rocking the boat, thwarting the system.
And while this may not seem big, it can be.
It's people like you who serve as the catalysts to major cultural changes.
You're just a bit behind the scenes, so no one really notices.

Your Personality Profile

You are funky, outdoorsy, and down to earth.
While you may not be a total hippie...
You're definitely one of the most free spirited people around.

You are very impulsive - every day is a new adventure.
However, you do put some thought behind all your actions.
Still, you do tend to shock and offend people from time to time!

Ok, so I got really bored. Went over to liquidgeneration.com and took some of their personality test. They weren't quite so nice...

I think I have a lot of pent up fustration.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Black gold...

Ok, I get why it smells like shit now. It was the water after all.

All that black junk you see on my bathroom floor, that was what was preventing me from having any running water for the last two days. That gunk was jammed up so tight that not even a drop of water came through my pipes. Amazing. How did this happen? Well, see the water that poors out of my faucets comes from and underground water supply that is pumped into a water tank on the top of the building. The tank isn't covered so insects such as mosquitoes are free to lay their larva in the water. Birds flying by can stop by and take a sip if they are thirsty and then give back a little something of their own if they please. Rodents are free to take a swim in there as well and if one occasionally drowns, oh well that's the life of a rat. After the creatures have their fun with the water, it runs down into each and every dorm. That same water is what I had been using to brush my teeth with when I first got here. Well golly, no wonder I had diarrhea for three weeks.

Anyway I'm glad the plumbers came to fix the problem. As you can tell though they didn't bother to clean up after themselves once they were through. I guess I could have had the cleaning lady clean it up but she was taking her sweet time eating and I didn't feel like sitting in my room for another hour with all this gunk everywhere so I took the initiative to clean it my self. I went and asked the cleaning lady if she had a mop. She ended up giving me one along with an empty bucket. I realized it was a good thing that I was going to clean it up my self after I had asked her if she had any soap and the response she gave me was "the bucket is clean". It didn't matter to me if the bucket was clean or not. Plain water wasn't going to be of any help in killing all the germs and bacteria left from that gunk on my floor. Have the people here, never heard of anything like Pine-sol? Well, I finally got some soap, laundry detergent, and attempted to clean up the mess that they made. After filling the bucket with some water and then pouring it out, I ended up finding out that the bucket she gave me wasn't all that clean after all because there were all these dead bugs in it. It was little bit of a bitch trying to clean up the bathroom because of its brilliant design; the drain doesn't exactly lie in the lowest point of the floor. So I couldn't easily just let all that gunk flow down the drain. Anyway, after a few hours I managed to clean things up to the best of my abilities. Still looks like crap though.

Well, other than writing this post and attending classes that's what I did with my day. I probably should have been studying for my biochemistry case discussion that I have tomorrow but oh well. That's life living here in the Philippines.