salsa on a string

Three weeks since touchdown, and my once empty bedside table is cramped with eight crime novels, half a dozen chocolate bars, and my laptop. A lot has happened, a lot of places were went to, a lot of food was eaten (and the occasional meal with the weird taste puked out), and a lot of people were met (and kissed. i'm still not used to their greeting, probably never will, after all).

I am missing Filipino food, and to the first person to offer me rice and whatever Filipino cuisine when I get home, I will be forever grateful. I'm still wondering how I will manage to place all of the stuff into my sorry excuse of a stroller that probably will give in to the weight and pressure of everything I will cram into it.

When I was grabbing a glass of Amarula this evening, my mom asked me if I was having a glass of the stuff at University every night as well. (haha, i wish) Of course I told her no, I only wish I had enough guts to do that, to put academics behind something like that. Meh. Alcoholic much? neh.

I recently found out that i'm an ISTJ type when I decided to take the Myers-Briggs Personality Test. I got curious when my mom and the pastor and his wife were discussing it over supper last Friday night. I was too busy enjoying the boiling-cheese-over-potatoes dinner to pay much attention, but when they started talking about personalities, I somehow got drawn into the conversation and found myself taking the online test a few hours later. So there it is, ISTJ, just like my mum.

We weren't able to go to Isle de Cerfs (Island of Stags) this afternoon since the rain was awesome and just had to ruin our trip to the most beautiful island ever, therefore cutting my dreams of a boat ride over the Indian Ocean, aside from a good excuse to take off my heels. Meh. So much for that. As a backup tour, the pastor and his wife took us to a tea plantation, and to a restaurant that overlooked the plants, as well as the city and sea. It was a lovely sight, and I was so amused by the pine trees and flowers. The meal was amazing, and their African iced tea was, well, never too fresh, and made like they meant business. They practically made Lipton and Nestea chemistry a walk in the park. I would have to do doubletime in the gym, not that i'm hoping for any result, not gonna happen. :))

I must say, I miss my friends, but I think I like this place.
What's really weird is, I don't miss you, and you.

This should be the life, eh? neh.