Homeless Diver

jeeze, i feel like crap right now. I came home last night and it started raining again so those damn roaches started coming in again… but i forgot that the posion was already down and they’d die in an hour or so. my dumbass started spraying again and with the few drinks in me, guess i stayed in the area too long and inhaled the baygon. ive spent all day in either the bed or the bathroom. was supposed to finish my navigation specialty course with dustin today at blue mango. tomorrow is my last day ’cause he leaves for a week the day after.

Illness and food poisoning will not stop this meat-eater from getting some good chow.

I finally hobbled my way to BudgetMart last night for some real food. Monterey Meats changed companies and phone numbers to “Carne Bora” , but not employees, so I couldnt get anything delivered here.

• 21:30: I point at the huge hunk of beef in the display and declare my intent to get the whole damn thing. This confuses the guy so I said “the whole damn thing”. Also get apple juice and milk, frozen chicken, frozen pork tender loin, and bacon. Healthy stuff.
• 22:00: Make a drink of Tanduay in the kitchen but drink the entire liter carton of apple juice instead…then I drink the rum.
• 22:30: Cut the entire chunk-o-beef and marinade - only cook half. Drink more Tanduay.
• 23:00: Eating dead cow with lots of cayenne and Tanduay. Drink some of the milk.
• 24:00: My ‘cousin’ comes over and ask to turn on the aircon, says its hot. I decline. She doesnt like the spicy flesh of Mr. Moo. I drink more Tanduay and then some milk whilst attempting to do some college courses…I’m loosing interest in continuing my higher education. I remember that Cialis is a 3-day drug and put this to good use.
• 04:00: she tries turning on the aircon again, doesn’t happen but now that I’m awake, its time to build more international relations.
• 04:45: Treatise discussions are broken off as I rush to make a donation to porcelain disposal. Come back and she tells me I’m burning up…which is odd because I’m freezing and the aircon is off.
• 05:00 - 07:30: Multiple trips for Class I download. I can understand the Montezuma’s revenge as coming from a liter of milk, a liter of apple juice, and 2 kilos of really spicy beef. But I have no idea where the fever came from and why I’m laying in bed literally shivering while present company is visibly sweating lightly.
• 07:30: I wake up to turn on the aircon for just a tad, sitting in the chair for 20 minutes and turn it of before going back to bed. Shes happy now.
• 07:30- 16:30 I sleep deply, all day long. Aircon is still off and I’m actually hot now - time to turn it on. O’hai Mr Cialis, you’re still with me I see! Aircon proves to be a good idea.
• 17:00 - 18:15: Sleep like a baby, but not feverish this time..leaves the aircon on.

I cant believe I slept that long. The food thing was easy to ID because of the timing and duration and other qualities not mentioned here. But the fever of that intensity coming on so fast and only for 12 hours? I doubt it was the food.

Sugar ants can predict typhoons - the recent invasion completely disappeared the morning before the typhoon hit Boracay. They came back at the end of the last rain and are back in force.

There is a former NASA engineer working as night-shift manager at a 24-hour bar in D’Mall….uh huh

Drunkenly walking thru a typhoon is easier than reporters make it look…either that or they’re drunk themselves.

NEVER take that large ‘emergency’ frozen bottle of water out of the freezer for longer than is necessary, it might make a difference between a little trash and a lot of rotten food.

Drunk Canadians with an accent like a drunk east Texan redneck should not be allowed in bars less than a kilometer from me.

Andoks is capable of closing; who would have thought.

Andoks does not need refrigeration: you will feel just as miserable the next morning regardless of refrigerator or not.

Solitaire by candle light sucks. It truly sucks. You cannot imagine how bad it wholly sucks.

Casual sex becomes “do you have a generator?”

Tokay geckos dont care if you just cleaned the house from top-to-bottom, they will crap huge nuggets whenever they please.

The ability to offer a clean-water shower can be traded for earthly sins.

Cocomangas never stops partying…ever.

The Baboy store will sell you tanduay in the middle of a typhoon…but only if he has a bottle left for himself.

Do not order any dishes with meat from a place that only uses generators at night time.

I can withstand being hit in the head, neck, and shoulders by flying coconuts. This is not bragging, but its still pretty damn interesting. Ok, yea its bragging.

The center of D’Mall is impervious to typhoon winds…possibly connected to the Bermuda Triangle

I am not the only person on this island that apologizes after pissing off people the night before.

The staff of Red Pirates are a dedicated bunch that let nothing stop the booze from flowing; even if that includes one of them standing on the thatch/nippa roof in sandblasting wind and rain to repair a few minor leaks.

Bags of trash are capable of levitating 200 meters and into other peoples houses.

It is possible to out-party people who have lived a party life for the last 5 years.

My neighbors do not need a 2-man-lift generator for basic sanitation, lights, fan, hotwater, cooking….no, they need it for a karaoke machine.

Having a spare and fully charged battery for the cell phone only matters when….when…. hell, it didnt matter. The service was out.

Sand can, and will, inform you of new body cracks it has found.

Rubbing alcohol is not a good way to clean the tabletop whilst using candles.

Today, I finally got back in the water again! Whoo Hoo! I had taken my gear down to Blue Mango a few days ago to get it back in the rinse tanks and check it over… re-seasoning it I guess we could say.

We had some really good friends come in the same day and spent about 3 hours in the water tossing Frisbee; myself w/o any sunblock. Needless to say, I got burnt so that after dinner at Arwanas, I was not feeling chipper enough to go out with everyone else. The next day was an ‘aloe-vera and dark room’ day for me as well.

This morning, I rolled down about 07:30 am after a 3rd night of mild insomnia. Sure enough Dustin is rearing for some morning diving - and this mornings dive is Yapak 1. Sweeeet! That’s possibly the most advanced dive site around Boracay without everyone having tech rigs and getting into a specialized dive. You can drop in around 18 meters and slope down to the top of the cave at 33 meters (depending on which direction you’re coming from). Theres another guy who is on his 99th dive for this one, just the three of us.

Starting off, I noticed a bit of water in my 1st stage of the regulators (personal set) because I had apparently tightened the dust cap too tight. Just a few drops and airflow is still good, no biggie. We start heading to the boat and right away my BCD is full-bubbling out the shoulder dump-valve where I had not screwed it back on correctly; Dustin easily fixes this w/o gear removal. Now I’m at 2 strikes.

We head out and the weather is magnificent: warm water, visibility is excellent. We drop in North of the cave, which is a first for me…and the current had already started moving. We did a hard (for me) swim for a solid five minutes against and across the current to the cave - man, out of breath. I think I actually started sweating in my mask. We head down and I drop straight to 44.5 meters while my dive computer is chirping that it no longer want to be my friend during such a rapid descent. Silly Suunto hocky puck.

I look at my air and Holy Crap! I’m sitting at 60 Bar already! I have never in my life seen anyone use a 200 bar tank that fast. Damn, looks like I’m going to be the one ruining this dive to only a single penetration. Anyhoo, we head thru the cave and out the top, get on the boat, head back - and I start feeling queasy. Back at the shop, I have a bout of Montezuma’s revenge and head to the house for some meds and a nap (dive later in the afternoon).

I wake up at 13:30pm and the power is out again, it seems to have been out for a while as my bed is soaking wet in sweat. Cell phone rings and its University of Phoenix trying to get me back into classes earlier than I wanted. While talking, I stand up to find my left ankle is really tight and sore as hell. The pain is shooting up the outside of my left calve and feels like overexerted muscle, I was like where the heck did this come from?!?

So now I’ve got the trots, Brown-out just ended, bedroom smells like rank sweat, can’t walk properly, missed the afternoon dive, and have the embarrassment of ending a dive a lot faster than it should have. All because I went straight for a hard dive after all this time off.

But ya know what? I still enjoyed today. I feel much better; beat up for sure - but definitely better.

Whilst overcome with a debiltating desease that wrecks armageddon in my sinus cavaties, I have been working on the SEO aspect of WordPress. I am happy with my research…so Rod, Positive Post.

Google Ads are limited to so many per page in order to keep their abuse to a minimum and honestly, to keep their advirtising name from being drug through the mud. I used to think i was gpoing to over wheal myself with ads but not that I’m setting the posts to a smaller scrolling format, I can only have a few and they will end up at the bottom.

Long story short, I put some in some .php that inserts several Ads on the individual post pages…but not on this index page so my placement of ads will remain continuous and conservative - controlled in other words. I can maximize the allowed google usage w/o going overkill and making it annoying.

In the process of this research, I found several sites that take advantage of the same idea but manage to go from ‘pimp’ to ‘dirty whore hustler’ by exploiting the same theory. Fortunately these pages are crappy and anyone that clicks on ads shown there, well, they deserve to be ripped off.

I awoke around 04:30 with a killer sinus problem. I slathered menthol-rub all over my face, neck, chest, around the ears…practically used it like I would if it were sunblock. I even put a dollop up each nostril, and learned thats not such a good idea.

Well, it went away after a while. Now it’s after 17:00 and the sinus issues are back. Just in time for anothe brown-out, so I’ll post this when the power comes back on.

Been really humid here on Boracay recently.  Oh, my head hurts.

Not everyone, just the ones that I seem to run into here on Boracay. People on the hillside have this thing for staring point-blank at you. Carrying bags? Everyone will look to see what you have and talk about your purchase in Tagalog.

At the expense of having people say ‘there he goes again talking down about the locals…’, I will admit this about my personal stereotypes: I assosiate this behavior with low-class, uncouth, and people of diminished intelligence. These are people that I refuse to associate with, here or back west. In the USA its like walking thru a trailer park. I refuse to be that poor and stupid again. Have all the pride you want! Seriously, whatever make you feel good about yourself - but don’t think for a second that means everyone else doesn’t think of you as the guttersnipe that you are. I made my own way off the streets and even continued a private education while homeless for a few weeks. I spent my time in jail. I made my own way in this world. I turned down offers from family because they were all attached with strings. I joined the military and afterwards left my own damn country just to be successful! I have no sympathy for those that choose not to.

Yes, I look down upon such people. They are free to sit and watch Jerry Springer all day (or Pinoy Prime here) but I do not have to like them. I have every right to dismiss them.

Ole girl came back after fixing herself for the night. I told her I felt like shit and only wanted to lay down for the night. I had to flat out tell her to get out so I could lock the door for the night…in or out. Simple. She didn’t get it. She wanted to hang around, talk about how she was going out to the bars (w/o actually leaving anytime soon), our friend james could tell I was getting agitated and stayed outside…she cant take a clue even when its said aloud.  I know what she would have done only because shes done it repeatedly - she piddles around like that for an hour then calls me out of the room to come lock the door behind her.

I ended up asleep by 2230 last night. Deep sleep then I couldn’t sleep at all after an hour when the sinus acted up really bad. I’ve never had that happen before. I took some methol/camphor vaporub stuff and slathered it all over my face and a little up my nose. Hurt like hell but after an hour, I drained a lot out and was able to sleep again.

I also got up at 0730 today, which is not normal, at all.

Gonna be a busy day today. I have some college courses to finish this morning, again, since the puter locked up on me yesterday and the autosave didn’t seem to be working…..lost all my work. The I have to clean out the maids quarters room, clean the spare CR, move the washing machine, reattach the showerhead, clean the fridge, sweep and mop the floor. I’m not turning into a bitch or anything but we are about to have a full house and it never hurts to spruce up the place.

Personally, I dont mind the gecko shit everywhere. Except on the table.