Resort - Wednesday 10/23/2024

I went to a small resort with some family friends, not Tuburan but one in the opposite direction towards Kalibo. It was more of a recreation area with a few Fish ponds and pools. We enjoyed refreshments and fished for some slimy tilapia in the fish farm. They are still tasty when cleaned and cooked well, though they are mainly head and tail. It is the experience that counts.

The makeshift bamboo poles remind me of my first day as a Starlite FOB on the beach of Aklan, before being fattened up by rice and the Boracay food, as I watched a couple fisherwomen wade into the ocean with just hooks and string. I chuckled as they symbolically cast their hooks toward the rich tourists of Boracay, almost completely submerging themselves in the ocean. This was about the time I almost lost my legs to Hurricaine Yolanda at the Hang Out Hotel. I counted my blessings as I re-called barely making it out of there in better shape than James Caan in "Misery."

When the bill came for the fish, I pulled out a 500 peso bill from my hidden pocket. A couple of mischievous girls stamped their feet and stormed off to the bushes to change into their MJ jerseys as if to say we play for the Bulls and we mean business. We headed back to our Etrike (they are like taxis). As we crossed the street a gang stalking loser on a motorcycle almost ran us over pretending to wobble on his motorcycle... his propaganda was clear, "you are lucky you didn't order 1 red horse." With no etrikes in site we were LUCKY to flag down a bus.

10-2-2025 San Gabriel Hospital

So after fasting all night for a cholesterol test and being kept up all night, I walk into San Gabriel Hospital and a snot nosed little Phillipino immediately starts asking me questions aggressively, trying to pick a fight with me. Then the staff tried to tell me I overfasted and couldn'tget the test. Then they mimicked me like children pretending to count the hours on their fingers. I couldn't help but wonder if they were on the losing end of stock trade I made at 3am. Then I asked if they had a prescription available in a form that doesn't have to be refilled every two weeks, saying "supposedly you only have the cheap one here that you have to refrigerate." After I fumbled around for the prescription and handed it to the waste of cum hiding behind a surgical mask, he says, "maybe we don't have it here," as I looked away. A few minutes later I realized he didn't hand it back to me. He denied it so adamantly, emptying his pockets and allowing an old nurse to frisk him that I began to doubt handing it to him. But the old woman gave herself away as she came into the room with a grandiose attitude saying, "what are you going to do with it?" The staff who wrote me a prescription for a throat infection last week had literally become a new staff infection. I explained to the fat old woman that it didn't matter what I was going to do with the prescription and that it belonged to me just like the money in my wallet. She brought the waste of cum a soda and they drew my blood. Complete trash. As I left to people with machine guns in "swat" uniforms drove by on a moped clutching each other like homosexuals. Pathetic how little people act when they are consumed by jealousy and they don't get their way.

I couldn't get him to take his mask off without touching him and inviting the "swat" team in.

Starting my blog to keep track

Had breakfast after picking up water. Picked up my laundry on my way back from breakfast. Went to Smashburger and when I got back around 8pm someone had used my bathroom, poked needle holes in my sheet, and left a familiar sheet stain (I don't know what orifice leaves this kind of stain, nor do I want to).

I could scream "Who fucked in here?" But what good would it do? You have to catch these animals trespassing.