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2010-03-25T20:24:00.000+08:00

It's been months! I miss you guys oh-so-much. :(

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A trageic ending for a tragic life

2009-11-28T23:53:00.000+08:00

To Luis, a beloved dog, a patient and beautiful pet, may you rest in peace.

I'm not much a fan of dogs, in fact I hate them. I hate how messy they can be, how noisy they are in times that I need silence. I hate it when they go about destroying things like cellphone chargers, head sets, bags, and whatever they can chew. I hate how hard it is to train them to know where to defecate. I hate it when your mood does not match theirs. I hate it that my siblings like dogs. But I have to live with these because of the fact that my family has been keeping pets since I was a little kid. But just because I hate dogs does not mean that I am a fan of being brutal to them, or treating them badly, though I myself have committed some mishaps in handling our pets, I don't, in any way maltreat them.

But there is this one dog in particular that I grew fond of. Luis was its name.
We acquired him after moving in our ancestral house, he was the added “bonus” to the house. He was nothing special, just a regular askal, but a cute one at that. He was fluffy, and he never lost his fluffiness even up to when he died. And there are a lot of things that happened to him before I ended up liking him, a lot of tragic things:

Originally, he didn’t have a name; we call him by making the “tch tch” sound. The name Luis just came along when my parents had a problem with this Luis person and wanted to get back at him by naming his name to our dog. Too bad for the Luis person, and a good thing for our beloved Luis, at least he got a name, even though it was 7 years late.

And while growing up, someone forgot to remove his collar, so he, including his skin, grew in the collar, much like how you make a bonsai, you wrap wires around it so that the tree won’t grow as much, but the wires end up being part of the tree. The collar became part of his skin. So come the time that the collar needs to be removed, the skin around his neck was also stripped, leaving a permanent ‘collar’ that lasted up to his death. This was one of the biggest, and probably the only mistake we ever did to Luis. So for that, we are sorry.

As for those who have not seen this dog of ours, he was one eyed. His right eye was blasted off by some kid who does not know where to throw fire crackers. God knows what kind of reason those kids have for throwing a fire cracker to our dogs face. Karma will have its way.

And it is through this dog that I have seen how brave my mother could be. Our neighbor had this Dalmatian, who, for some reason, likes to wrestle Luis. And it does not wrestle for play, it wrestles for kill. It was a very violent animal, who does not even respect its owner. So there was this time that it escaped its cage, and went for Luis, they fought until Luis lost its strength to fight, then, when the Dalmatian was stepping at Luis’ throat, and seems like is going for the kill, my mother, carrying a broom and a holding a hose ran towards the dogs, she was hosing the Dalmatian with water and waving the broom to scare the Dalmatian off, my mother seems to have forgotten how easily the Dalmatian could have switched targets, luckily the owner arrived just in time to calm their dog down. My mother immediately attended to Luis. Luis out lived the Dalmatian.

The reason why I had the urge to write this was not because of how tragic his life was, but because of how tragic his death is. How his death showed us how unreasonable people can be. And no matter how much love and care we have showed him after his tragedies, he would not be respected at his death, by people who do not respect themselves.

He died peacefully at home; we were expecting this as he has shown signs of aging and weakening. We were not there, only my mother and my father. They were to bury him beneath a tree near our helper’s house, they left him for a while as they need to dig a hole. Come the time for them to put Luis to his grave, he was gone. After some time, a neighbor told my parents that someone was cooking a dog.

So, if ever those ‘tambays’ have chosen to bury our dog at their stomachs, may you grow ill with it. And may Luis have his revenge on you guys by poisoning your system. I rarely curse, but I believe those people have chosen their own demise by stealing the dead corpse of our dog. At least our dog was beautiful.

Appetizer!

2009-07-31T22:40:00.004+08:00

Just a preview of what we'll be eating next weekend. Haha!
Can't wait.

First Post

2009-07-28T14:45:00.003+08:00

Yey! I finally got it!
Sorry family, you know how slow I can be. LOL

Anyways...

Been doing shoots and what not lately. Plus baby-sitting Jose when he's here at LB. Mind you it's not easy baby-sitting a 21-year-old who snores. So yeah I've been UBER busy lately. Haha.

I have something funny/humiliating to share!

I was out drinking with friends when one of them told me he'd bring me home already. So I was drunk as always. My friend got on his motor already and had his helmet on. I was still saying goodbye to the other people at the table.

Me: Gets on bike.
Friend: Uhm... andito ako sa kabila
Me: After realizing I got on the wrong bike. Sorry po kuya.
Stranger: Ok lang yan miss. Next time na lang. *wink*
Me: Embarrased like hell, gets on the right bike.

Lesson: Don't drink and ride on stranger's bikes!

Home

2009-07-24T23:08:00.003+08:00

On my way home, my friend and I were talking.

Lianne: Nako! Baka mamaya walang bedsheet yung kama ko.
Patty: Haha! Bakit?
Lianne: Eh kasi pag umuuwi ako, pagpasok ko ng room ko, walang bedsheet yung kama ko. Tinatanggal ni mommy. Kainis!

When I got home, I immediately went to my room because I really wanted to lie down and rest. But, I was right. No bedsheet! Gah! Then, my mom called.

Mom: O nasa bahay ka na?
Lianne: Grabe talaga kayo. Kada uuwi na lang ako, pinapalitan nyo bedsheet ko. Di pala pinapalitan, tinatanggal. Pinapahirapan nyo ko.
Mom: Hahaha! (Aba! Tumawa lang ang loka.) Eh ang dami mo kasi masyadong unan sa kama. Di ko kayang malagay.
Lianne: Madali lang kaya. Hindi tuloy ako makahiga agad pagdating ng bahay.
Mom: Hinanda ko naman na yung ipangpapalit mo eh. Haha!

My mom is crazy. LOLs.

Anyway, I would like you to meet someone...

Mallows
[click the thumbnail to enlarge]
I really can't wait to see him in person. Hoho!

A Thing Called....

2009-07-11T22:11:00.000+08:00

In the beginning, there existed nothing.

But of the void, something began to form itself. Little by little, insignificant it maybe, it started to make its presence felt. At first, it was awkward.

Then it grew. And grew. Until it can no longer be controlled any longer. Its growth was steady yet unstoppable, like a bubble it expanded and stretched.

PoP!

It burst and went pop-pop-pop, scattering into teensy pieces. These teensy pieces also popped into miniscule elements, which made their presence felt in the nothingness and turning such nothingness into something.

Something into everything. Suddenly, occupying the very space of nothingness.

This is not about love, man. It's a thing called fart.

Hug, Anyone?

2009-07-04T00:34:00.001+08:00

I need a hug. Huhu!

Bum Life

2009-06-30T13:00:00.002+08:00

That's me! Haha

I miss you Pamileh. Will blog soon!!! :D

first time,,

2009-06-24T09:35:00.001+08:00

hello guys.. i'm back.. so what's up.. hows everyone banana pamileh..

My Other

2009-06-22T17:14:00.001+08:00

I just had to do something for my boyfriend. Click me! Read please. Thank you! Comments are very much appreciated.:)

On father's day, or any holiday for that matter. -just a thought

2009-06-22T00:10:00.002+08:00

What if, it is on this specific holiday that your father would die tragicly? how then would you be able to view such holidays?

I can always remember Mr. Incredible's line in the movie Incredibles, a line pertaining to holidays, "it is but an excuse for man to celebrate their mediocrity", or something to that effect.

One sad thing is that, it is true how much we venerate these holidays, that they became excuses for us to be festive, they become instant days for us to draw all our love, or care, or what nots to serve what ever holiday we are celebrating.

I'm not saying these kinds of things just so I can be a drag, or a killer of joy or festivities of some sort. My point is that we have everyday, or any ordinary day of our lives to feel whatever it is we are feeling for the moment. Why would there be such a day to celebrate something specific. Why do couple's flood restaurants and motels during Valentine's day? Where were all the lovers before or after that day? Why can't we say, "your the best! dad!" on any given Sunday? Well, we could, but we ought not to (not everyone though), so kudos to those who do this on a regular basis, or to those who has the guts to actually be proud of their parents.

Another point is that these very holidays sometimes become the causes of our misery or anger, or loneliness and sadness maybe. Couples fight over a forgotten greeting, or a lost card for Valentine's. Sometimes parents or friends scorn those who are in a bad mood on a day that is supposed to be 'festive'. We often commit the mistake of killing our present emotion just so we can comply to what should be felt, sometimes we pretend to be sad in a wake, or pretend to be happy for someone during their birthday. Grand parents almost die of loneliness because of their own make belief that we forgot their birthday, or we forgot it is mother's day, or father's day, while there could be a very valid reason for us not to be able to go to them, or maybe our card was lost by the postal service.

Well, it is just sad if it would happen to anyone, losing someone during a holiday that is. Because the holiday would be nothing but a painful reminder of a tragedy that once happened to you. Then again, we can be happy on any given day, we can be festive and loving simply because that is what we are feeling. We can send chocolates out of the blue, that would be more surprising, because there is no anticipation, just action, pure action. An act out of love, out of what we really are feeling, not a compliance to a pre-set activity.

Oh well, I guess I'll greet anyone who would ever read this to have a happy everyday, or a sad one if that is what is deemed necessary.

On leaving Manila

2009-06-18T20:29:00.003+08:00

We had a good run, even though we are in a rough place, it still was fun traversing your filthy paths, meeting your dark personas, listening to your rants. You have something in you that keeps me coming back, I could have easily traded you for something much better, something more peaceful and comforting. But as they say, it is with someone with such color where we could learn a lot. So I'll leave you for now, so that I can see the cleaner path, so as when we meet again I can see the contrast you offer.

I would want to be able to look up in the sky and smile once again, I would want to be able to breath fresh air. As I have noticed, looking up in your sky is like watching through our old T.V., something I could easily trade for an HD sky. I will miss the noises that all together becomes music, so I will come back for it, but as of now, it's time for me to listen to my own noises inside my head. But when things are clear once again, I will come back, and let my self be consumed by your fumes. Oh Manila, good bye for now!

(a rather reversed post, because I am coming back now, school starts again tommorow.)

Eh?

2009-06-18T14:54:00.001+08:00

Why are you guys not updating this? Tsk tsk tsk. C'mon, people! We need updates. LOLs!

One question...

Sup?

Me 1st

2009-06-14T22:21:00.001+08:00

"Tomorrow? Tomorrow? Swimming day."
-Alfalfa, The Little Rascals

Nope! Tomorrow is no swimming day for me. It's hello to my messed up school, again. Gah! Orientation tomorrow and that's from 8am-12nn. Jeez. Bye, social life. Hoho!

Today has been quite hard. I didn't want to leave my room even if going to Manila means more chances of seeing my Bebe. Now I'm back to civilization, so long vacation. I wonder how my Banana Pamileh is doing? Hmmm... C'mon! C'mon! Updates!

xoxo,
Lilina