Today is Saturday, July 10th, 2010 and it is now 123 AM here in Sagada, Mountain Province, Luzon.
Recap: Last entry saw me pondering why I continue to post at BL, thought it is still not clearly defined. Hahaha.
Since returning to Luzon and the Metro Manila area, I have been trying to keep my distance from Jackie, hoping she will just move on with her life, anything I thought I felt being a quickly receeding dot in my rearview mirror.
I got her a 2 bedroom house in Quezon City, about an hour away by auto barring traffic. Her bestfriend from childhood, whom she had contacted (stupidly given her gameplan for life) put her onto an auntie, or cousin, or som such relation who knows a person who knows a person who happened to be renting a 2 bedroom home.
The cost is 2,800 Pesos a month, about 53 Euros (56 US more or less). It is a squatter home, a house built on untitled land that becomes grandfathered in title. Essentially, in plain speak, the nation's urban areas were filled with squatter areas in the late 60s, early 70s and in the mid 80s when the Marcos Dictatorship fell, the new government trying to buy some "goodwill" went about a convoluted form of Land Reform.
People who had held these homes for considerable amounts of time were given title to them. These neighbourhoods have very poor or even non-existent infrastructure, high crime rates, so on and so forth.
All things considered the area Jackie is living in is pretty decent. She liked it, until Wednesday when she did her laundry. People here wash clothes by hand and dry them in the sun. She had put her things out to dry on a line in her rear yard. Upon returning to collect her things she discovered that a pair of sexy lace panties were missing.
Here is the conversation:
Jackie: Raki, you know, I did my laundry?
Rachamim: Good for you!
J: But something strange happened when I went outside to get my things, my favourite set of panties were missing!
R: Yikes!
J: I don't understand because I am sure that I put them on the line next to the door...
R: Some asshole stole your panties.
J: WHAT???
R: Helloooooooo! Never put undergarments in a place where strangers can view them. Would you walk down the street in your panties?
J: Are you crazy?
R: I am not asking you to do it. I am trying to get you to understand somethine.
J: What?
R: Men, most, are little more than dogs when it comes to such things. They see sexy lace panties, and especially when they see the attractive woman who lays them out they react without thinking. Most would never think of taking them but for a very few who have such impulses it is too tantalising a risk to NOT act on those base urges.
J: I don't understand a lot of what you are saying. Are you serious that men steal panties?
R: Not only do they do that, try to guess what they then do with your panties...in fact, guess what they are certainly doing at this very moment.
At this point Jackie became very quiet, and then burst into tears terrified. To calm her I invited her to take a trip I had been considering for about a week, to my present location.
Luzon is the largest island in this country. Sagada is about 14 hours north of Manila by auto and is one of the precious few places here that has frost owing to its very high altitude. I enjoy cooler air though this time of year it is much too warm for frost.
I will be leaving Sunday evening and am looking for a local courier to ferry me back a few kilos of very decent hashish, the only cannabis profuct I care for. Here you can get 10 grammes for 5 US if you buy in bulk. It is locally made and ranges in quality but always very decent. I just took a bit of hash oil on some biscuits (crackers to Americans).
Sagada is also the safest place in the country to partake of any substance but 2 towns away the first Anti-Cannabis Checkpoints begin (in addition to the CLA and NPA Checkpoints, 2 communist insurgencies that have pretty much petered out up here despite the place being under a permanant curfew from 10PM onwards). Ergo I will get a local to deliver it for me, pay him 20 US.
Over and out...
Recap: Last entry saw me pondering why I continue to post at BL, thought it is still not clearly defined. Hahaha.
Since returning to Luzon and the Metro Manila area, I have been trying to keep my distance from Jackie, hoping she will just move on with her life, anything I thought I felt being a quickly receeding dot in my rearview mirror.
I got her a 2 bedroom house in Quezon City, about an hour away by auto barring traffic. Her bestfriend from childhood, whom she had contacted (stupidly given her gameplan for life) put her onto an auntie, or cousin, or som such relation who knows a person who knows a person who happened to be renting a 2 bedroom home.
The cost is 2,800 Pesos a month, about 53 Euros (56 US more or less). It is a squatter home, a house built on untitled land that becomes grandfathered in title. Essentially, in plain speak, the nation's urban areas were filled with squatter areas in the late 60s, early 70s and in the mid 80s when the Marcos Dictatorship fell, the new government trying to buy some "goodwill" went about a convoluted form of Land Reform.
People who had held these homes for considerable amounts of time were given title to them. These neighbourhoods have very poor or even non-existent infrastructure, high crime rates, so on and so forth.
All things considered the area Jackie is living in is pretty decent. She liked it, until Wednesday when she did her laundry. People here wash clothes by hand and dry them in the sun. She had put her things out to dry on a line in her rear yard. Upon returning to collect her things she discovered that a pair of sexy lace panties were missing.
Here is the conversation:
Jackie: Raki, you know, I did my laundry?
Rachamim: Good for you!
J: But something strange happened when I went outside to get my things, my favourite set of panties were missing!
R: Yikes!
J: I don't understand because I am sure that I put them on the line next to the door...
R: Some asshole stole your panties.
J: WHAT???
R: Helloooooooo! Never put undergarments in a place where strangers can view them. Would you walk down the street in your panties?
J: Are you crazy?
R: I am not asking you to do it. I am trying to get you to understand somethine.
J: What?
R: Men, most, are little more than dogs when it comes to such things. They see sexy lace panties, and especially when they see the attractive woman who lays them out they react without thinking. Most would never think of taking them but for a very few who have such impulses it is too tantalising a risk to NOT act on those base urges.
J: I don't understand a lot of what you are saying. Are you serious that men steal panties?
R: Not only do they do that, try to guess what they then do with your panties...in fact, guess what they are certainly doing at this very moment.
At this point Jackie became very quiet, and then burst into tears terrified. To calm her I invited her to take a trip I had been considering for about a week, to my present location.
Luzon is the largest island in this country. Sagada is about 14 hours north of Manila by auto and is one of the precious few places here that has frost owing to its very high altitude. I enjoy cooler air though this time of year it is much too warm for frost.
I will be leaving Sunday evening and am looking for a local courier to ferry me back a few kilos of very decent hashish, the only cannabis profuct I care for. Here you can get 10 grammes for 5 US if you buy in bulk. It is locally made and ranges in quality but always very decent. I just took a bit of hash oil on some biscuits (crackers to Americans).
Sagada is also the safest place in the country to partake of any substance but 2 towns away the first Anti-Cannabis Checkpoints begin (in addition to the CLA and NPA Checkpoints, 2 communist insurgencies that have pretty much petered out up here despite the place being under a permanant curfew from 10PM onwards). Ergo I will get a local to deliver it for me, pay him 20 US.
Over and out...