Why so quiet?

Now some of you, those of you who are still reading given my irregular updates (and bless your cotton socks for doing so), might be wondering why I don't update more often than I do. The short answer is that I don't always have a lot to say, since my life is basically my job at the moment. I know you might think that your life is your job too, but you have weekends off, friends to see movies with, bookstores, restaurants, and access to good quality salad, beer and chocolate. (You never really appreciate just how good as salad is until you live in a country without lettuce.)

Anyway, I say this not as a plea for sympathy, I don't want any, I choose to remain here at this job, I could always quit and look for work elsewhere. It just the fact of life; seven days a week, 10-12 hours a day, I'm working. And since I know full well that there is only so much: "Job slow, Indians annoying, weather humid, beer crap" commentary that anyone would care to read, I chose to write nothing in most cases. That, and I'm buggered most nights.

But after reading a few other blogs that I visit regularly, I realised that this is part of my life, not just the thing I'm doing while I get ready to go back to it (which it sometimes feels like). I'm going to look back on this one day and say, "Well I lived and worked in India for 18 months, it was something of an eye-opener and despite the trials, I don't regret going." And I don't. Its been hard, yes. I have been through all of the emotions that you might expect in this kind of situation, but recently I've come to see what I have drawn from being here, both professionally and personally. So I decided not to narrow my view of this experience so much. It not a trip, it not a job, it not a vacation, it's the part of my life that I spent in Kerala. I guess I trying to broaden my perspective as a remedy against the tunnel vision that can become a little suffocating when you get bogged down in the day to day.

So a few things; I started exercising again, I had been working out on the roof of the hotel, so I'm doing that again. I don't know how much weight I've lost, but I certainly feel better. I bought a digital SLR camera so that I can push myself a little creatively. I've started to notice things that I would have liked to capture in my photos that I can't with the very handy but limited point and shoot that I have at the moment. Unfortunately, the camera appears to have suffered some damage at some point (prior to my buying it), so I'm taking it back for a new one. And I going to try and write at least 4 post a week to the blog, a little enforced discipline to match the exercise to hopefully open up the writer in me a bit more. We'll see if there's one in there at all.

Also, I'm going to be going back to Oz for a week of R&R, which I very much anticipating. One of the main reasons is to see Weird Al in concert with some mates of mine. Last time Al came to town, Shane and I had a ball, so this promises to be an excellent time, although I have no idea if Shane will be going (Duz you want to fill me in there?)

In other news, I am addicts to Heroes (the TV show, not the David Bowie song, although I did buy the three disc Best Of David Bowie, which is brilliant), I'm planning a trip to the U.S. of A. in June and I am ever so close to having my house deposit together. Life is... confusing, as ever.