Perfect sleep last night. Can't even remember any of my strange dreams. Charito slept too many hours again. Cause she's got the time. No hobbies, nothing big on her mind. At least nothing that she tells me, and nothing that prevents her sleep.
To do today: swim at La Laguna, a beach nearby behind a large rock, separate from Sabang Beach. With actual sand and blue water. So near, but so different. It will be chilly, and a 15 minute walk back to our hot shower. Simple logistics makes us lazy. Need a place with a grass yard and hammock right on the ocean.
Hike to a new place we haven't been to before. Preferably without too many hills to cause my girlfriend to conspire to leave me for flatter pastures.
Get a haircut, take out the trash. Write in my diary. Read. Get some exercise. Half-way through with Songs of the Doomed by Hunter Thompson. The parts supposedly written on mescaline makes me reconsider my up-coming Adderall habit. I should go with it and get some. Writing on alcohol won't cut it, and I'm not excited about alcohol anymore anyway.
If you need to be drunk to enjoy it, it's not worth doing in the first place.
But how many people seem to enjoy themselves half of their lives, drunk and laughing. Idiots, many of them. I need something stronger. Like pure un-cut cocaine. But it's too boring in the Philippines to be on hyper drugs.
Cebu on New Year's made me give up on this place. No culture. No excitement. No quality. No new fun. Always searching for that hidden gem, that perfect island or city with everything you need to live. You can find it, but it will be half-ugly or boring.
So my new life will be this: getting up early. Trying to avoid interaction with people. Jogging and swimming in the morning. Reading in the afternoon. Avoid people in the evening so I don't get drunk every night. Charito getting a job, something to do so she doesn't sleep ten hours a night.
What will I miss about this place? My German friend Berthold. I like the guy, don't know why. Nothing else. Just hanging out here. And no other friends. I like that we have no friends here. No engagements or obligations. Just make fun of anybody that we see.
Ahh, but I met a nice woman on the boat yesterday. An engineer on assignment out of Florida to commission steam turbines in northern Philippines. But she knows people in the main office in Manila and will forward my resume. Nice conversation too, made the boat ride go quickly.
Don't quit my day job. I need a day job in Asia. Move back to middle east? I can save money, but I won't last there. And what if I can't take Charito. I'll be miserable anyway. Not the way to spend your life. Don't want to be miserable. But $130k a year tax free at a no-stress job might balance the miserable a bit. What I really need is a career. In a city that I like. And that's easy to get away from. Singapore here I come!
My life is easy. My health is good, and I'm not too crazy, and have some good ideas. I'm just a bad coach for myself to improve on the things I want to. And I'm sensitive and slightly bi-polar. Need to stay up more of the time, quit worrying and enjoy the day.
No guilt. No worry. I just need to sweat more.
I'll feel better once I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing.
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The other day Charito picked a bunch of hot chilli peppers from the bush outside. She chopped them up to pan fry them for use in recipes later. Doing this effectively filled the apartment with pepper spray. She was crying and I was caughing and laughing and had to go outside on the terrace.
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Went to Puerto Galera town to pick up a CD with the songs I should be practicing. I wasn't charged for the CD nor will I be back to practice. We're leaving here anyway and my band members are only available on Sunday anyway, according to the studio owner. I'll practice putting the songs in notation and memorizing them. I need a notation software though.
Soon on to another island...
-james
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