Here in Manira

For the record, I don't drool.

I'm here in Manira and so is the Juicy Fruit Canadian, but I have no idea were he is. My mom and I live in the Balay Kalinaw. (I hope I spelled that right....) Anyway, I'm glad I'm here and my mom's going to post a picture she took of me when I was "drooling" on the couch. She took it without permission. I believe that is a federal crime. Well it is in the Law of Lizzie Land. I can't go to the public school on campus because it doen't have any classes in english. So I have to go to Miriam College Catholic school. I was going to go there with my mom today but they aren't expecting us until the 15th. On the bright side, I getting a cellphone because everyone texts. You hardly see anyone talking into their phone. Why you ask? It's because it's way cheaper. It costs like 7-8 pesos per minute while talking and its only 1 peso per text. And the main reason my mama-san and I are getting cells is because the lady with our passports is hardly in her office so text her first. Cells are useful here.

I'm totally not used to the time difference. I sleep well until about 1 in the morning then I wake up. After that it's hard for me to go back to bed. Speaking of my bed, I think my bedroom is haunted. I hear a clinking sound. Then I heard something that kind of sounded like someone was banging on laptop keys. The weirdest thing was that when I'd cover my ears, the noise would stop. When I uncovered my ears, the noise would start up again. So I'm pretty sure my room is haunted. Then around 4 in the morning the roosters are shouting: "I'm a rooster!!!" They are so loud! I swear its worse than someone screaming at the top of their lungs. Roosters annoy me so.

I'm going to have to find something to write about and I'll try to get a picture of one of the lizards to show you people. Buh Bye!

Zi -.-