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A Product, But Not A Prisoner Of

Ok so I have a little time to myself now to write out a bigger bloggity….

So you knew I think that I stayed for a while at the cop station….Here are a few pictures of my time there:

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That is a few pictures of my little nippa hut….I actually didn’t mind it so much when I had 2 pillows to lay my bones on.
I learned how to play Sangka in the shelter, and so here is a picture of my home made sangka board:

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And here is the kitty that lives at the copshop that kept me company and became my best friend….her name is Mimi:

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Anyways, after I left there, I stayed with a wonderful woman who owns a group that offers free legal help to women and children dealing with abuse. Her group really does a lot of great things, and helps a lot of people….while I was there, they had a bike ride across three towns, but I couldn’t go because she had too many people in her car.
She has a fish pond, and here are a few cool shots from there:

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After I stayed at this house, I really hustled my butt off looking for a job…I met a few people in Valencia that introduced me to a few others, and one of the introductions was to the owners of White Chocolate Hills resort in Zamboangita….They liked me, and so they hired me!

The terrible part was that I had accepted a job with an older lady in Dumaguete, under the impression that I would be her companion, and do errands, some cooking, and bending and reaching for things that she needed….unfortunately, the job turned out to be more of a live-in maid situation, and also required me to give medical care if needed, which included needles.

Now, I don’t care if they’re mini-diabetes needles that you don’t even see….I DON’T FREAKIN DO NEEDLES.
PERIOD.
ZIPPO.

And the offer for the resort had exactly the same perks, room and board and meals….but also was offering double the salary.
I had to think ahead, and worry about my financial future. I took the job with the resort and I had to politely tell the Lady that I couldn’t work for her….it was a bit of an uncomfortable talk, but things are ok now, she’s fine…..

Her friend, a local writer for a local newspaper, however…was downright rude and insulting, telling me I had made a mistake, chose wrongly, ‘no wonder you’ve had so many jobs in your life’ and that I only look at the short term, not the long-run.

Excuse You?
I didn’t realize you knew me like that!
Furthermore, it is my very, very humble opinion that working for a company that provides health and security benefits, an actual contract, and whom do work with local charities and conservation groups, and are researching local marine preservation and aquaponics systems is looking further into the future than you can do, Buster.

Dude was WAY off base with his assumptions and judgements….but then again….most people who judge me are pretty darn off base.
I’m much more hidden to people than they realize.

Oh well.
I am having a great time here, and I’ve only been here two days.
I leave you with flowers that remind me of birds.

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Posted by on April 3, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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Spirit Coins

Well.

Wasn’t that a break and a half?

Sorry about that….a few things happened, let’s see if I remember them good.

Got my mannequin after much hemming and hawing….The shirt/dress/thing I’m working on is black, and its a black form, so i jimmied the colors so you could kinda see it:

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It’s been frustration and a half, because I have to hand-sew everything, and the ‘kins boobs are about two inches bigger than mine.
But I still love it.

Number Two, I went out for lunch with Donna and the Ladies she hangs out with one friday past….it was fine, everything was nice and the Ladies were all sweet and funny….Donna made me pay for my own meal though so thank Baby Jesus my mom gave me some money for Christmas or I would have looked like a fool.

Sadly, the day was busted when Donna and I went to the secondhand store afterwards….we looked around for an hour or more, she picked out a few fabrics that she wanted me to have, first said she’d buy them, then asked if I could chip in…I said yes, then went on my own and picked out a beautiful dress and nightie for myself, and when she saw them, she suddenly went “Well, I’m not buying fabric if you’re going to buy such a frivolous purchase like that,its too expensive.”

Uhhhhh……fine, whatever. So I left with just my dress, and no fabric.

Gosh, I forget the third thing I was going to write about. 
Damon and I got out to eat one night, with some of my Christmas money.
I spent Christmas crying in bed, with a bottle of beer….I missed my mom, and no one in this house celebrates it….Donna also called me a bitch when I found cat pooh on my sewing fabrics and showed it to them and said “THIS IS WHY WE CLOSE DOORS AROUND HERE!!!”

Christmas…..what a crappy day that was lol

Oh yes! 
New Years Eve.
No one watched with me, and I didn’t realize until about 11:30 pm what the heck was going on, why everyone was setting off firecrackers and stuff, but once 12 am hit, HOLY GOOD SWEET GOD!!!!!

SO MANY firecrackers and fireworks exploded that I am 100% amazed the whole country doesn’t burn to the ground every year.
I swear, the ex-army guys that live here must have renewed PTSD every New Years eve….there was a type of cracker that sounded exactly like a bunch of gun rounds popping off……the neighbors were all shooting off stuff, one of them hit our roof lol
I thought I was going to have a heart attack.
The air was so smoky, and smelled really nice…..and all the horizons were lit up, we’re too high of an elevation and too far away to see the majority of fireworks in Dumaguete city, but a neighbor to our right set off a few really beautiful ones.

Then, a few days ago, Donna lost her shit at Damon for being a bad son, and for being lazy and blah blah, loser, blah blah not doing anything with his life, blah blah, whatever, and I lost it, I started telling her what she needs to get through her skull, that Damon’s only around because he wants her to have a good send off, that he cares for her, that his job is to feed her fat ass, that she also had alcohol issues, that I was allowed to buy food with money if I really wanted to, she had the damn audacity to say “Oh good, finally your mom stepped up to be a good parent” Or something, saying she abandoned me and blah blah and I DOUBLE lost it, cuz hell no, no one talks about my Mama, especially when they don’t know and weren’t there…..so she said I don’t know shit about Damon’s father and what he was like as a kid, and that he was cheating on me with Kathleen and “Ask him about Joanne!!!” Like he was a big old shit.

First off, Damon’s let me read all his correspondence with Kathleen, and no he wasn’t cheating on me….timestamps don’t lie.
Second, The Joanne thing was Damon trying out a relationship with a MTF that simply didn’t work because he’s straight. 
I say goddamn kudos to him for not being a close-minded arsehole and being willing to try to love someone just the way they are.
I can’t believe his mother would condemn him for that, or bring it up as a talking point in an argument…just shows HER character, in my view…..

I also brought up the fact that in my seven or eight months of being here, she hasn’t told her CHILD that she loves him, even ONCE…but I’ve heard her more than a few times telling him she hates him, and to kill himself and to leave and to fuck off.

What a mother.

So she told me to get out of her house and to take him with me, and I said I would if I could, and blurr dee blurr.

So Damon and I will probably be moving back to Canada for a while to work, since neither of us can land a job here, or on the internet. We’re worried about the cats, and we’ll be taking at least three of them back with us immediately…..but I dunno how or when.
The option of moving to Siquijor is always open, if only we could get enough money together to do so.
I really wish I could have found jobs online.

Anyways!
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thanks for reading, and see you until next time!
Here are a few new pictures of stuff from the garden.

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Posted by on January 7, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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Nobody Dances Sober – Unless They Happen to Be Insane

Gosh, yesterday started off so badly, but the ending of the night was wicked-awesome.
Damon and I were supposed to go in town, do a tiny but of food shopping, then get him a shave…but instead, he sent me to the sari-sari, and I bought myself two bottles of Red Horse, a pack of smokes and picked him up another bottle of rum.

By four in the afternoon, I was drunk, and he went to bed and passed out until around eight pm.
When he got up, we listened to some Tom Waits and chatted until he started getting into a mood, and I wasn’t having it at all…I told him I was going for smokes, and I set off for the sari-sari…which I found out…was closed tight.

I headed off in the other direction, absolutely determined to find smokes, but every store I passed was shut for the night.
I passed some guy on his motorbike, and he grabbed my hand and tried to get me to go for a drive with him…he kept saying he was a friend… but I was just like…’Nope, I need smokes, and I have a husband, no thank you.’

I kept on walking, then passed a group of people all just hanging out, they asked what I was doing out walking so late, and I told them also,  ‘I need smokes, I’m going to buy smokes.’
I asked if any of they had a cigarette, but they all said no, so I kept on walking.

In my mind, if I had to walk all the darn way into town for cigarettes, I would.
I got to the intersection, and two of the dudes who were hanging in the group of people drove beside me and yelled to me like ‘Hey, friend, you need smokes, come this way’ and pointed up the street…I was like ‘Are you sure??’ and they said yes, so I said fine, and followed them.

I told them I was from Canada, living with my husband, no children, blah blah, all the usual stuff, one was about 20 and one I think was 23…I said I was 28, two years older than I am…I don’t really know why, but I figured it would give me an edge if they were going to try anything insane, they’d be less likely to if I was much older than them.

Turned out that the store they had in mind was just selling bread, so we kept walking.
One of them texted someone, and they got the cigarette hook up, but it would be a bit of a walk, so I waited with one of them while the other went back, got his bike, and came back…we drove to the end of a street, and met up with some girl who gave us some fruit…I forget what it was but it was really tasty, and it split into sections, like a tangerine, but had a texture like lychee fruit, and tasted kind of sweet.
I actually just remembered I stashed one of the seeds in my pocket, and it looks like a wrinkly green bean.

Anyway, after some time, two other guys drove up, and one handed me a smoke. 
I freakin’ enjoyed it quite a bit, I was jonesing at that point.
We all kinda just stood around, they were talking in Vasay, so I didn’t really understand, but after I was done of my smoke, we followed the girl down a path, and came out beside a giant dance party happening in a basketball court…

They call them Discos here, but it’s basically just a DJ set up with cool strobey lights and everyone hanging around and dancing…along the sides of the road people were selling rum, smokes, candy, all that kinda stuff, so I finally got to pick up my two elusive packs of smokes.

We hung around some more, till someone said it’d cost all four of us twenty pesos to get into the dance area, so I pulled out a 20 and handed it to them, and we went in.

Everyone was kind of just standing around, one of the dudes just stood there with his arms crossed, and I sat down for a few minutes to look around, survey the scene, see if they were the dancey-type, you know…and after my smoke was done, I got up, walked over and just started to dance like a silly person.

I was poking fun of Mr. Crossed-Arms by dancing with my own arms crossed, I gave a ton of people high fives, and just generally did my dance-floor-thang, loosened everyone else up by making a total fool of myself, and got them kind of partially dancing…sort of… haha

After a while, I felt exhausted and overheated and I had to pee, so I got the two dudes to walk me home…which wasn’t really all that far away from the Disco whatsoever, and they live on the same street, so that’s really awesome, I may have made new friends finally!!

They actually walked me right to my gate.

All in all, it was a SUPER fun night, and I’m glad I decided to go out walking, even though they told me on the way home, ‘Its so dangerous to walk around at night..’
Ha! 

Today, I added a rock-table beside the fire-pit, and made a spit!
I also took some more pictures of the yard that I shall leave you with now.
I’ll take pictures of the spit tonight while we’re roasting on it.

Happy Samhain, Happy Halloween, & Happy New Years!!!

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Posted by on October 31, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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Life Doesn’t Stop For Anybody

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The picture above was taken in our front yard the month I arrived, May, 2013.
I decided today to do before and after pictures, and snapped an updated shot of it.

Before I reveal it, I have to say…things here change really fast…I cannot for the life of me remember who said it, or where, but there was a quote about the jungle being the most swiftly changing place on earth, one week you think you have an area mapped in your head, and the next day you’re second-guessing everything around you.

I’ve found that to be true here… new flowers and plants grow and spring up seemingly out of nowhere, and ones that you’ve admired for weeks wilt away and disappear in days.
Not only, I think, is it because of the climate and conditions, but also because growth here among the people happens extremely rapidly… New houses and neighborhoods pop up in a matter of weeks, trees are cut down for construction materials, roads are re-paved constantly…

I enjoy having a constantly changing environment, but sometimes I don’t really notice it…especially when it’s happening right under my own nose.

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Posted by on October 11, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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Silence Is a Text Easily Misread

AAHHHHHHH!!!

I was absent too long! 
Don’t worry, I’m not dead yet!

Like I’ve been mentioning, the last few weeks has been a bit rough around the edges for Damon & I… It was leading to a lot of unnecessary tension, and it built to a head the other night and burst open like a big sack of gooey green pus.
Nothing life-altering whatsoever, we were talking about something I can’t even remember, and he told me I can sometimes be a finicky b!tch.

I lost it, started crying my head off, drank a pint of rum in the bathroom, and sulked for about two days. 

Finally, he got tough with me and one afternoon made me lay down and snuggle with him…

((Terrible marriage, when ‘getting tough’ means ‘making me snuggle’, eh? It’s laughable now, but I was illogically cranky at the time))

We then took two days just staying close, talking, snuggling, and, in his words, ‘Tending the Nest’.
We cooked food together, ate together, laughed and giggled at each other’s silly antics and kissed and hugged each other a lot.

In my opinion, it is very important to nurture a relationship with that sort of affectionate, innocent closeness every once in a while… It clears the air and clarifies the bonds that you share with your significant other.
You’re reminded that you’re both together because you want to be, and not because you have to be… Which is a really good thing to remember.

With everything emotionally sorted, I ended up painting him a watercolor, putting up the hammock in the yard, and writing this bloggity out. I also have two videos to share.

The first one is a Mimosa plant… They’re known as ‘shy’ plants because when you touch them, they collapse and close up.
I remember when I was young, our science teacher brought one in to show us. He told us that if you touch them too many times, they die, and that they were very rare.

Now that I live in the Philippines, I see them every day, they grow like crazy all over the place!!
When I first found out that they grew in our yard, I freaked out with excitement, I couldn’t believe we had them. 
Second to Lilacs, they’re my favorite plant.

The second video is of a worm.
Not spectacularly exciting, I know, but the worms in Canada are very slow when you poke them…they don’t really care, and tend to just scrunch up for a second, then continue on their way.
Philippine worms, however, act as if they’re having a panic attack when you touch them, then slither away like a snake. I was fascinated the first time I poked a worm here and it wigged out.

Anyway, I guess I shall go for now, but I will try in the future to stay as regular as I’m used to being.
I try to make a post every day before five pm, though a lot of the time it’s realistically before ten pm.
Either way, sorry to my followers, and I hope this one makes up for my absence!
Don’t forget to tell your loved ones how you feel about ’em.

-Vicky-

 
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Posted by on October 4, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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