ninjas and pirates

I really need to blog mobile but while I'm waiting for a super sexy blackberry to come into my life, I'll go old school with a notebook. I used to roll with a huge bag but it's kinda of liberating not bringing anything around with you. Anyway, I'll try to work a happy medium, keeping the larger mama bags, just limiting the contents.

It's around 8:00am at 9:00 I'll start my first round of muraling. I'm so exciting. I'm looking for a mandala for inspiration for the front door.

This morning, woke up at around four, did the morning routines sans yoga...my mats at my "chateau." and picked some veggies from the garden. Organic okra, best pick of the day, it tastes amazing, with just a little of that slippery okra-ness. The best part of its freshness is the texture so CRUNCHY, especially if you're used to it cooked in Gumbo or some kind of soup or stewed, you'll find it a new refreshing take. Crunchy, green, and incredibly delicious.

So, one of the guys here totally suprised me today. He is a secret warrior, no joke...he could be Bruce Lee status if he wanted to. It may sounds like an exaggeration but with only self study and copying what he has seen, he can bust out some olympic caliber lines on the rings, flips, dismounts, all that stuff. Amazing how talented some people are. When people have talent like that, I just want to show them to the world. He told me he's been in fights where he has had to fight
five or more guys with knives and it's just him, armed only with himself and he took them all down or at least lives to tell about it. My fighting vocabulary in Ilonggo is minimal, there were so many words I didn't understand but I'm sure the admiration I had translated.

I may have just met one of the last living real ninjas in the world.
Philippines is officially the land of ninjas and pirates.

I just came back from picking some mangos today, 33.3% return, I have got to work on the cathcig skills. The neck strain is the most painful though. I'm eating a fresh carrot now, the first I've ever picked...it tastes kinda soapy. I miss purple carrots. It's interesting how the orange ones became the chosen ones. I think orange carrots were selected for and bred by the Dutch, a patriotic color maybe?

So I've met a treasure hunter, a ninja...and hopefully one day a pirate.