I can't use the "Like This" button either. It's too Facebooky for me. I'm not as bad as Jimbo about Facebook, but I don't like it.
Angel and I have been living together for more than 3 years now, and I enjoy my life with her, BUT, as I've told her, if something should happen to her, I wouldn't even wait for the wake. I'd be on the first flight out the next day. I'm only half-joking. Maybe if we lived in Cebu or Davao City it would be different, but we're on Leyte. I can't even buy golf balls here. I have to go to Cebu, which is a 2 1/2 hour ferry ride from our city. The other thing is the noise. I grew up in New York City, but this is the noisiest place I've ever been in. There is a cacophony of sounds made up of loud motorcycle engines, barking dogs, roosters (and here I thought I liked cocks), church bells, church prayers and sermons on loudspeakers and noisy people. Angel and I moved to a new place 2 weeks ago. It's a beautiful rented house; 3 bedrooms, 2 full bathrooms, living room, dining room, a kitchen with plenty of counter and cabinet space, a nice-sized veranda, small front yard, bigger back yard, and a maid's quarters out back, which we use for storage; 10,000 Philippine pesos a month ($230 U.S.) Unfortunately, it's right across from the church. Every morning, at 4:45, a group of neighbors walks to church for mass. Of course, they know it's time for mass because the friggin' bells ring for 20 minutes. I guess these people are all hard of hearing because they walk along talking at the top of their lungs, yelling out, "Morning" to anyone they see. Naturally, that sets off the 2 fucking Chihuahuas next door, who in turn get the church dog howling. Of course, ever since the big storm last year, we have services at night too. It's terrific because I don't really have to leave the house in order to hear all the prayers. Thanks to that terrific sound system, I can hear everything right there in my home. It's really wonderful because, believe it or not, we're into the Christmas season here, and the church is kind enough to serenade us with hymns and Christmas carols throughout the day and night. Actually, I'm a little surprised I haven't heard any yet. They usually start on September 1st.
Listen, the Filipino people are wonderful, warm and friendly, but I MISS NEW YORK SO MUCH I COULD CRY.
On a happier note, we got a puppy.
Actually living the dream.