The power was out again all morning. Where I live in the Philippines it's out about 20% of the times. This is not so common, just a particularly bad utility on this island with no connection to the next. Actually, I think it just came back on, but we don't really use it except for the ceiling fan. And to watch American Idol auditions at night. But then it's a bit dark outside, cloudy. And my computer battery is draining without power.
What to do with our garbage? If I leave it out, it may sit by the side of the road for days with dogs digging through it. If we hang it up, nobody will identify it as garbage, and it may hang there for weeks! I feel guilty about my dead batteries. I know they will just end up in the jungle or ocean.
My girlfriend is cleaning already. She's so clean and organized! I have dry skin today. I wouldn't have noticed if I didn't look in the mirror putting on my contacts. the inside of my eyebrows is peeling badly. It's ugly. I'm look old.
On my second cup of coffee now. Spent a couple of pages writing things I remembered from my first homes growing up. I need to get all the facts and memories out of me. Then I can start making shit up. That sounds more fun. Spice it up a bit.
My mouth was just partially open, and I drooled a little bit. Strange. Wide awake and drooling. I'm becoming a zombie.
Today is the day where local expats go to a remote beach and play volleyball. I thought about going, but it's still rainy and cool. More importantly, I feel that this volleyball business is just an excuse to drink. I don't want to drink and socialize all day. I want to play volleyball.
The rain is slowly going away. Charito is cooking. I shaved. I showered and brushed my teeth.
These are my days. I did exercise a bit. But need to start doing some cardiovascular exercise. Still haven't rode my new bike yet.
I sent some SMS messages to friends asking questions, searching and thinking about where to live. I've lost my patience for this place. Maybe. Today at 3pm I have drum lesson. We'll see how that goes. There's a rehearsal studio for me to practice. That is good.
Writing things down from my first homes, was bringing me back into to the past. I need to make the present a time that I look back fondly when I write about it in the future...
Rode to town for my 'drum lesson'. 17 minutes to get there. But lots of hills and because I haven't rode in over three years, it was hard on my ass. I regret selling my bike in California before moving to the Philippines. But my new one is nice. It has hydraulic brakes. My bicycle takes baby oil. Interesting.
At the studio I discovered that none of the 'instructors' were better at drumming than me. So instead we formed a band with the two people they brought playing base and guitar. I named up the Zapplets. When I arrived here, I had to listen to my headphones to avoid being annoyed by all the trike drivers. The only thing in my phone was Frank Zappa's greatest hits. My tribute.
We played a few cheesy covers. Smoke on the Water! The ultimate cliche rock song for bands that suck. I will of course, refuse to play this song in public. I'd rather drink in the back corner of a small smoky quiet bar by myself than have to listen to some assholes play Smoke on the Water.
The power is out again. The power was out at least three times already today and for all of last night and the night before. We have candles, making it romantic. It's raining outside. Medium rain, not too loud. You can hear it in the trees. More romantic.
Thanks.
-James
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