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Trapped in Amber Moments – No Why Needed


Today was market-day… I was really, really looking forward to getting out of the house, picking out groceries, going to the hardware store, just generally farting around town…


Woke up at noon, and they had already gone twenty minutes before.
Much snapping of the fingers and stomping of the feet.

Ah well, gives me time enough to write, I suppose.
I was going to write last night, but I caved in due to crankiness at the Naga-Haga, Queen of The Household, and bought a bottle of Red Horse. She got back yesterday afternoon and went right back to the complaining routine.
Subsequently, Damon and I just drank and sat on StumbleUpon all night and, obviously, I got nothing written.

Whatever, today is a fresh day, right?
While walking back from the store yesterday, I found a sweet-looking stick that is now my new wand for October.

I think I’ve mentioned before, I’m more Spiritual than religious, and I consider October 31st to be my New Years, so I’ve been on the lookout for things I’m going to use at the giant bonfire I’m going to make on Halloween night… Going to burn bunches of herbs and flowers, give an offering, say a few words, dance around the fire, and all that fun stuff.
I took a picture of it!


Well, not much more to say… The other day I also took videos of the ants on the back of the house, and a particularly fast-moving cloud, so I suppose I shall leave you with those!

I hope everyone has a wonderful day, and don’t forget to tell your loved ones how you feel.


Posted by on October 14, 2013 in Uncategorized


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Heaven is a Job, Hell is Unemployment, and Life is Merely the Interview

Wowie, what a day it’s been.

Not to get super-graphic, but I suffer from dysmenorrhea, which is basically excessive, debilitating menstrual pain…
It can be caused by a few different things, but mine is due to suspected endometriosis.
Apparently there is no cure, and in my experience the only thing that has worked in the past to alleviate my suffering is medical cannabis.

Let me tell you, oh holy cows, is it ever painful.

I’m usually stuck in bed, writhing around, and sometimes throw up, pass out and have mild seizures because of it.

When I was living in Canada, it was the main reason I would be let go or fired from jobs… missing work for two to three days in a row every month is not something you can do without risking your employment, and my usual line of work was kitchen work… so it wasn’t something I or my employers could easily plan for or cover with other employees.

It left me feeling highly frustrated, extremely depressed, and after losing upwards of 20 jobs in a year this way, I became very disappointed in my lack of ability to ever provide a steady income for myself.
My Self-Esteem dropped to unbelievable levels, and was another reason I went on mental health disability while living in Canada.

When I moved here to the Philippines, I didn’t really think about employment, as I had saved a good portion of my disability funds in a savings account, and Damon also had some money from TESL jobs in the past.
We were able to provide for the household by buying the groceries, paying for upkeep of the animals, keeping gas in the scooters, and paying a portion of the rent and electric bills for about six months.

Unfortunately, our savings have pretty much run dry, and the courtesy and help we offered the household is not being reciprocated by Damon’s mother.

Not to become snarky or jaded, I must mention that she has a very regular job examining IELTS students twice a month, gets to stay in very expensive ‘all-expenses-paid’ hotels in Cebu and Manila, and has an average monthly income of around $10k… which is over P415K.

So needless to say, my patience has been really wearing thin with the fact that she is nagging us about getting jobs, not to mention she causes havoc in the household if we ask her to pick up the groceries for the month, or even chip in P2o ((about fifty cents)) for cooking supper.

Previous to my being here, they lived in China, where Damon worked as a teacher. He was not only working a full-time job, but also paying for everything, buying the food, cooking it, and running the errands, EVEN THOUGH he was living in a separate apartment than his mother…poor guy never caught a break, he’s told me story of how his apartment was little more than a concrete box, while his mom’s was pretty modern.

Now that he lives here, he still does all the cooking and errands, and is treated like a five year old misfit… regularly cursed at, put down and nagged for the smallest, most illogical things.
I try to keep his spirits up, and tell him regularly that we should just go live in a cave on Siquijor, but he still insists on ‘Doing Right’ by his mom.

I’ve been told at a young age that if you want to judge a man’s character, look at how he treats his own mother, and I have to tell you, in all my years of experience, it has been a solid piece of advice… it really is true.

The fact that Damon still wants to try to make the last years of her wretched life palatable, healthy, and happy after the horrendous treatment he has received since childhood via her is a genuine testament to how unspeakably kind, resilient, respectable and honorable that man truly is.

I am definitely not made of the same material as he, I cannot even fathom putting up with even one quarter of it.

Anyway, my point in all of this being that blogging has allowed me the freedom I need in a job, but it doesn’t pay the bills yet… Cooking is something I would definitely enjoy, but I can’t get my papers for work here… And still no calls or Emails back for TESL jobs.
I’ve signed up to ODesk… it doesn’t look very promising to me, but we shall see where it leads. I never really trust online work to be more than a scam.

If you would like to help support me, it is gratefully appreciated.
Writing this blog has become a highlight of my day, so if you derive even a modicum of pleasure from reading, please help me keep my dream going and consider even a donation of a dollar.
Everything helps.

Oh, and for those wondering about the watercolor I made for Damon, here is a picture of it!

My grunky heart

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Posted by on October 6, 2013 in Uncategorized


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Magically Appearing Title is Magic…Whoops

This is Hay Goat

Well, I was going to give myself a two-day break from writing, but I decided to only make it one day.
I don’t have anything better to do, really, so why not write?

My longed-for rain finally arrived today and spent the whole day hanging out…Ha
Damon and I were going to go to the supermarket to pick up a few things, but as soon as we were about to hop on Scoopy, the sky opened up, so I spent the day just surfing the internet, drinking coffee, and sitting on the porch watching the cats play.

Down the lane a little bit there are two goats that I adore, and every once in a while I go to say hello and smuck them in the heads… Nothing to hurt them, it’s a game for both of us and they love it, every time I walk up to them and say ‘Haaay Goooat’, their tails start wiggling and they put their heads down to smuck my hand.
One I’ve called ‘Hay Goat’ and the other is ‘Butt Goat’ because that one prefers its butt being scratched instead of its head.

I hope someday I can own goats, it’d be fun to run around and play with them… Goats here are usually tied on small ropes and they can’t really wander very far at all…and goat’s milk and cheese is SO GOOD, it would be fun to learn how to make it.
I also want chickens, so we can have fresh eggs… But I guess that would mean putting up with a rooster, they get pretty noisy, but I’m getting very used to them, I think the people down the lane have about ten of them, and every morning they go craaazyyy warbling and ‘AgghhhhUAAAGH-AH-AH-AAAAH’-ing.

Speaking of birds, that is one thing I definitely miss about Canada… The Crows.
I miss crows and their caws…Big, majestic, black-feathered gatekeepers of the Spirit-Side.

That is another reason, as well, that I want to go to Siquijor, I heard its the magickal hot-spot here in the Philippines, and I would absolutely love to sit down and chat with some of the local spirit-working types, I think their stories would be fascinating, even if no one believes in any of the stuff anymore.
I guess since the Spanish and American immigrants came here, most of the Philippine people have been converted into practicing Christianity now.

Which isn’t a terrible thing, it’s a nice religion to follow for the most part, on the surface, most religions are…I suppose as long as you’re practicing what you preach, and are a good human being, you can’t really go wrong.
I’m not very religious personally, I’ve studied pretty much all of them and I can find good in them all, so I’ve always just considered myself more of a Spiritual person… I have a close personal relationship to God, and I often pray. Back in Canada, I’d go to church any time the spirit moved me, and it was never the same church twice. I’ve got to meet a lot of really nice people that way, and while I was hitch hiking cross-country, I found churches to be really awesome places for refuge and recharging my batteries.

I’d like to find a nice church to attend here, there are so many! But I haven’t got the courage yet to go.


Posted by on October 1, 2013 in Uncategorized


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The Price of Freedom? About Fifteen-Hundred Bucks

Damon and a huge green wall

Well, I did it again.
Though to my credit I woke up at five am and made French Fries with balsamic vinegar, basil, salt and Tabasco… Watched a bit of Remington Steele, then went back to bed at around nine am.

It is sooo humid today, I think we’re about due for a really good storm to clear the air, and the clouds are moving fast, but I honestly don’t think its going to show up.
It’s funny to look at the weather forecast and see – Windchill: 27 deg.C…In Canada it usually said something like Windchill:  – 20 deg. C

Yes, Negative Twenty, I one hundred percent do NOT miss that.

Damon says he misses snow, and I kind of sympathize… Watching a heavy snowfall from the window as you curl up in fuzzy pajamas and drink hot beverages is kind of a nice experience… But waiting for a bus that may or may not show up while you stand shin-deep in snow, ankle deep in slushy gunk with six bags of groceries that the bottoms are falling out on, while biting, brutally cold wind is ripping at your eyes and nose is pretty much the worst feeling ever.

To explain the title of this bloggity post a bit more…

I was trying to explain to my friends on the ‘ol Book of Face how cheap the cost of living here was, because I miss having people to hang out with, and I want everyone to come here and be as happy as I am… Every single one of them has an excuse about how they have a business to run, or rent to pay, or family they don’t want to leave behind, or they’re stickin’ it to the ‘Man’ or what-have-you…

While to a degree I can understand their situations, I know for a fact it only takes three or four months to save up a thousand dollars, and that’s about as much you need to get here from Canada.

Once you’re here, like I explained to my buddies:

Eggs and tomatoes are around seven cents each…
Onions are ten cents.
A pint of rum is 71 cents, and a pack of smokes is about a dollar.
Two giant lamb steaks are about ten bucks…
A can of coffee is about five bucks.
A pack of ‘mr. noodles’, Lucky Me noodles here, is about 21 cents.

With prices like these, I don’t know why anyone in their right mind lives in the Western world anymore.

For my Filipino readers, just as a comparison, in Canada:
Eggs – 12 for 147 pesos
Tomatoes – 42 pesos each
Onions – about 63 pesos for two or three
A pint of rum – 1400 to 2000 PESOS….FOR THE CHEAP STUFF!!!!!!!
a pack of smokes – 500 to 600 pesos
Two giant lamb steaks – 2500 pesos
A can of coffee – 630 to 850 pesos
A pack of ‘mr. noodles’ – 42 pesos

Isn’t that absolutely insane?
Even while I lived there I didn’t know how anyone could be well-off, and living here, I’ve just reinforced my belief that the western world is going down the tubes.

Anywhoo, Damon and I are still trying to think up business ideas and applying for jobs in other countries, though nothing is looking good for the immediate future… It may be super cheap to live here, but it still does technically cost something.

My ideal dream is for us to move to Siquijor and just live on the beach with all of our cats in a house we build ourselves.
He says he knows enough people that we could probably pay someone a few pesos each month to live on their land, which would be really nice.

Ideally, I would continue this bloggity, and start to design, create, and sell my own clothing and jewelry, which has been a goal of mine since childhood.

He’d go off fishing or hunting lizards or whatever he would do all day, and we would help our community by planting veggie gardens and teaching the local kids random stuff like English, or cooking, or Sports like Bordenball or whatever they needed or wanted…We’d continue collecting cats and keeping them healthy and neutered, and maybe someday even open a little restaurant from our home.

Someday all of it will be a reality… If I made it this far, those dreams aren’t far off the map.



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Posted by on September 29, 2013 in Uncategorized


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