Peter: "So I was sitting in my cubicle today and I realized, ever since I started working, ummm... every single day of my life has been worse than the day before it. So that means that every single day that you see me, that's on the worst day of my life."

Therapist: "What about today? Is today the worst day of your life?"

Peter: "Yeahhhh."

Therapist: "Wow. That's messed up."

So I was sitting here in my fale today and I realized that every day that I wake up, that's like the 25th Saturday in a row for me. That quote from Office Space used to be one of my all-time favorites, actually it still is. I don't know why I said it used to be... Anyway, I like that quote because it reminds me of what I'm missing sometimes back in the states in terms of the whole work experience in some of my bleeker times here in the Kingdom. However, today is not one of those days. I am feeling like an f-bomb superstar.

I had the dawning realization today, that every day of my life for the past few weeks has been like a perpetual Saturday. I don't know if I can do this thought bubble justice, but I'll try.

For example, I wake up around 7 or 8 in the morning, sometimes earlier, sometimes later, brew some coffee, make some sort of nice breakfast involving eggs in some manner of fashion and put on some music, open up all the windows in the house and dance around neked with my junk just swaying in the breeze justa singing at the top of my lungs! My Tongan neighbors love it! Actually, I'm kidding! I'm not much of a dancer or singer so I frequently get looks of disdain from them! If I don't practice my singing how will I get better and if I'm not naked how can I sing? See what I mean? Chicken and the egg type of thing...

Actually, I'm off topic again! Damnit! This always happens when I don't have a plan of attack for writing a post. Okay, Saturdays everyday thing. I'm only teaching three classes, so occasionally, there are moments of ummm... 'work' that have to be done, you know, like regular saturdays. I get those out of the way and then go to the gym. Sometimes I go earlier in the morning, sometimes earlier in the afternoon and depending on my feral ferocity, level of routine and feelings of well-being and spiritual wholeness, structure the intensity of my workouts to match my chi. I then return home, pretend I have something pressing to do and that I will perform more 'work' when I give up and play video games or surf the internet or think about cleaning my house. I then boil something and take a shower. Leave the shower feeling invigorated and proceed to cook a nice healthy dinner. I then eat dinner and decide what to spend the night on. Generally I have three options: Reading, Internet or something Work related, depending on the day. The last few days its been Freeciv. I go to sleep when I'm tired and wake up and do it all again. Of course I break up the monotony sometimes and go out and do stuff, but not too much. Its a good life.

And the fact that its a good life has brought me around to the biggest reason that I joined the Peace Corps: Relaxation. I think I've arrived. Suddenly, I've realized that when I get back to Amelika that I'm going to have to adjust my current lifestyle somewhat. I don't really know if I'm ready for that or not. Because I'm finally coming around to the realization that Tonga, if you play your cards right and can learn to not have to be occupied all of the time, can be pretty gd relaxing.

So that's the close of this post for right now. I've got four posts in the oven and they're still baking. I realized today that I need to let a few of them out. This one will be the first.

All-Star Note Section!

Jen you are a superstar. I wrote you an epic email response and emailed it to my comment address (which of course, does not exist) Send me an email. my.psuedonym(jimjawn)@nameofthiswebsite.com. I wanted to find out how your were doing.

Mark & Erin. Sorry for not getting back to you sooner. The strike is officially over. Nothing worse than some isolated fire-bombings of abandoned houses, imported Japanese vehicles and an occasional thiefy-like person's house. I've got a post already written for this and now that its over, I think I can post it without offense. I'll upload it later on this week.

Anonymous Commenter: Tongan children call their parents by their first names. I do it with my Mom, but more as joke than anything else. Its weird hearing a two year old call his dad "Sione".

More to come... I promise.

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• nice to hear you've practically become Tongan..oops i mean you've become completly immersed in Tongan culture :P
  # posted by nicole : 9/14/2005 10:07 PM