If you haven't noticed yet, I moved to tumblr already. I've had this blog since high school and I'm kinda sick and tired with all the attachments related to it.
Anyway, just ask me what my new blog is. As much as possible, I want my tumblr to be private :)
See you!
Dearest Miranda,
Happy Happy Birthday! It's been weeks since we last skyped and I miss you so much! Life is so boring when you're not part of my day. It's never the same when I go karaoke-ing or purikura-ing. You are my one and only BAKLA who'll gamely twist and shout with me like there's no tomorrow and who'll go all high with sugar after 3 scoops of our favorite haagen dazs strawberry ice cream. I miss listening to the Beatles, Beach Boys, and Eraserheads with you. I miss your eccentric self who has this fetish for dudes in boots and old men. I miss your tutus, your pink,orange, and yellow bangle combo, and your beautiful piano playing. I miss your hearts whenever you write "i"s and your adorable & desperate "NOOOO" whenever something trivial comes up.
I'll see you soon, dearie. We're all busy with our futures right now. But I promise, us being great friends will be part of it. Can't wait to be your roomie in a fab pad.
I love you very much!
Hugs and kisses,
Ishi
I know it's late by I just can't help it. Chris Colfer is just a-a-a-mazing! Gawd his character Kurt in Glee is amazing. He's your not-so-typical high school geek who has the latest collection of the IT designer.
This is actually a screenshot. Beautiful expression, yes?
It's been more than a year already and yet now, I glimpse back again. Odd. I never saw you someone to be one of those. But hey, it's hormones and obviously the lack of proper judgement. Things like this just happen I guess.
I'm glad you're doing well. And I am psyched that I am doing better. You deserve each other. Go live in mediocre ideologies.
Though subtle, it's still there though.
But it's temporary. It will be faster than I say whatchamadingaling!
Good riddance.
You'll always have a special and huge chunk of my heart, Coco.
Coco's in dog heaven now. He's cute a lil angel who will watch over me and my family. St. Francis of Assisi will take care of him.
I won't go into the details anymore, it was too painful. And I don't think I'll ever get over this. I will feel better, yes. But this will always be a painful memory that can make me cry like a baby in 2 seconds.
Coco has been with me for a little over 10 years. 10 wonderful years. He didn't ask much. A simple pat or hug from me was all he asked. He just wanted to be loved. He was the best listener in the world, never interrupting or nagging me for my shortcomings. He wasn't that hardheaded and didn't have that I-don't-care-attitude that most dogs possess. He was gentle and patient even with kids. Even it meant that his limbs had to pulled by naughty kids. Whenever he would stay in my room to sleep, he'd wake me up at 5 or 6 am in the morning by putting his face near mine. The first thing I'd see in the morning would be his moist nose and teary paawa eyes. He'd scratch the door or something else when he wanted to go out or something. When he would sleep outside my room, he'd try his best to put the most surface area of his body near the space under the door to get as much as aircon air as possible. He would also wait for me to wake up - just staying outside my room.
He's join me and my childhood friends when we played. Or more like we kinda imposed him to always be the baby when we would play baby-baby or house. We'd slide him using my fisher-price slide and even gave him makeovers. Pity I wasn't that educated at that time that sometimes I may have hurt him physically. Despite it all, he still tolerated them all and showed affection.
I grew up with him. I got him when I was 9 and treated him as a little brother. I just remembered that during that time, my Mom was supposed to have a mother baby when the doctor told us that she really wasn't pregnant at all. I got him from our relative who lived in Bel-air. I thought my parents weren't serious when they told me I was going to have a puppy. It was too good to be true. For the longest time, I've been asking them for one but they always just gave me a dog stuffed toy. We brought a cage that time but I ended up just letting him lie down in the CR-V back seat with me while he drooled out of motion sickness. He was pretty much brown that time with some black. We then passed by Pet Zone here in Banawe where we bought his food and water dishes. He still used them 'till the other day. Got him the Eukanuba lamb rice dog food for him and gave him a diet for him that consisted of 37 pellets each meal time. He at first stayed at my bathroom where all of our dogs first stayed when they were just puppies. He'd palce his head on the step there and stare at me with the most innocent face ever.
He was quite the feisty yet affectionate one. During his early years, he would play tag with me around the sofa table. It was so much fun. He couldn't catch me or yaya. We'd just go round and round. I'd also give him pancakes for breakfast before. Little did I know then that they were bad for him.
My cousin calls him the Human Dog as he doesn't seem like a 100% dog. He's too smart and showed emotions. He'd freeze whenever he knew he did something wrong and would slowly move his way away from you as if he was slowly disappearing from shame. He was and will always be the most adorable thing in the world. I gave him his heart and he shared his to everyone.
Coco converted a lot of dog-haters. These people can testify that they were once scared of dogs until they met Coco. That or they only love Coco.
Coco has also helped us with our problems. He'd just usually listen and offer his nice fuzzy wuzzy fur for you to touch.
He's been sick a couple of times already and I always get stressed and bawl my eyes out whenever it happens. I keep on imagining on what life would be like without him and I'd break down. Just the thought of it makes me cry whenever, wherever, or whoever I'm with. And well, that just happened yesterday.
It doesn't seem that real at all. It's like all of this is just a really bad dream. But it's not. I've been moping around for days and whenever I feel like I feel better, I just cry again. I feel so empty. It's like a huge chunk of myself is with him. I was with him when I was a kid, when I grew confused as a preteen, rebellious and high-spirited as a teenager, and now as an adult. It's like a part of me went too. He was there when I was all confused and when I decided who I was. He was always there.
I went to prepare myself about a year ago when his cough wouldn't get cured when he got well. Then 6 months ago, he got really sick. I thought I was really gonna lose him. But I didn't. God blessed us with a few more months more. And I just know that he's watching right now. Besides, he's everybody's friend and is the human dog after all. He's my guardian angel now. Someday we'll see each other again and play again. For now, he can run and frolic around the nice fields there where he can pee anywhere, have relaxing warm baths, no fleas, and just a world of love.
This is nothing compared to what you have shared with us, Coco. Thank you so much. I love you. We love you.
I miss you Coco. You'll always be in my heart <3
Yes, I am still alive and breathing!
I really don't know what happened to me. Writing or even blogging about random stuff used to be so normal to me to the point of habitual. I think the creative or more like annoying bug in me has worn off. It's quickly dying from this cancer and I am engulfed by this monotonous blahness.
A lot of things have changed over the few months. I myself have changed too. I liked the idea of calling myself headstrong and aggressive. And I didn't show my vulnerability to the public. I loved the feeling that even guys would tell me that they envied my courage.
But hey, I am only human. I break down a couple of times too. Only 2 people can see (and saw) me in that pathetic state. So, you know who you are. People probably deleted the link to this blog already, but hey. The one "you" in the 2 might see this, and well, I'd like to thank you.
I'm happier these days. I learned to loosen up a bit and let guard down even just a little. It's weird - this feeling. I wouldn't call it love. And I wouldn't call it infatuation either. I think it's the feeling of like. I'm not expecting that much though. I'm tired of making the effort and chasing after people who pretend to care.
I signed up for Spain Study Tour (again!) this week and there will be a talk on the 11th. I'm psyched! I'm bracing myself for a summer of self-discovery whilst exploring the beauties of the world. Just thinking about it makes my heart beat faster. I just want to go out and dive into the "out there".
Till next time.
Changed the layout because the "bandwidth has exceeded" notice is so annoying and I can't fix it anymore. blogskins.com is also crappy. For some reason, I can't download .txt files. Anyway, I think I'll stick to this simple template. I'm moving to tumblr anytime soon anyway.
Today was such the random-est day ever. Sandra came over after deliberating where we should go (STC, ateneo, UP, UST, ABS). We were at a loss when we heard that all the ones mentioned are already fully manned. After texting several people, we just went to Intramuros to do my extra credit work thing for histo. And what do you know, the museum that we went to were also packing! So okay, going there was a 3 in 1. I was able to do my histo hw, volunteer for packing stuff, and a photo trip too!
I shall forever remember the most random day ever, Sandra :D
Bahay Tsinoy. Families.
You know me, I always have to get a jump shot picture.
