Mile High Club

Somehow this city has a nack for cleaning itself up for the visitors we receive. If you come visit, it won't rain all day with intermittant spots of sunshine that last only long enough to lure you out of the warmth and safety of shelter. Since my sisters have been gone, there has been maybe, and I repeat, maybe one good day of weather. It's all downhill from here.

In August, I joined the mile high club (of education). I finished my Primary Health Care Project Proposal for Reproductive and Family Planning in Southern Leyte on a plane, previously worked on in a Train. My goal was to finish this machine and turn in a completed project proposal; feasibility of my suggestion have no interest whatsoever to myself. To my surprise, I got the second highest grade on my project proposal, which begs the question of: what or whom am I up against? This is a strange strange world Im living in. It gives me hope that, Yes, I can finish a dissertation in under 6 months and Yes, one day I'll be a good enough bullshitter to get a job.

Also, guess what? Almost all our natural resources, including precious metals, are going to be depleted by 2050...so they say. I have a question(s). What is the most natural response to that? Survival for the now? OR are we supposed to cherish life of others after our death?

Last week I got two letters on the same day. I reacted in the only natural way possible. I bought some paper and a pen. Now I'm just needing those sticky queen's heads to rub on my tongue and then an envelope.

Geraud and I were the UK version of the Office and I learned me some good news. Stamps are legal tender, you can use them on the bus:well they should be accepted.

Do you ever think people try to lose weight by cutting out parts of their brain? It weighs approximately 8 pounds, you know. Could be of interest for some weight obsessed folk.

I leave you with one last comment: Swine flu victims are being encouraged to blog.