influenced by pathetic croaks...
16 December 2007
09 December 2007
Closed
I sat there and closed my eyes...
Dreaming of colors and drumbeats
Colorful fireworks winking the dark sky
The wind damped with comfort and peace
And the air filled with music of laughter
...I opened my eyes and there was silence
Awkward silence, lonely silence
I dared not to close my eyes
And not to dream again.
Dreaming of colors and drumbeats
Colorful fireworks winking the dark sky
The wind damped with comfort and peace
And the air filled with music of laughter
...I opened my eyes and there was silence
Awkward silence, lonely silence
I dared not to close my eyes
And not to dream again.
05 December 2007
02 December 2007
When Dogs Do the Darndest Thing
It took us half an hour to pull out Leng-leng's head from the gate's grille.
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In Memories of Lulu
I grew up with no pets around except with one I cannot clearly remember…a pig which my mother groomed for it to be marketable (bloated stomach, cheeks, and legs). Just one pig. And I cried hard when my mother sold it to her “suki,” costing only about P1,500. My pass-time then was feeding it with kangkong.
Years passed – high school craziness, college independence, striving professional…. And out of nowhere, an ugly cat emerged outside our kitchen door. I don’t like cats because of their smell and they just cannot keep their mouths shut when being laid.
Lunches came, dinners passed…and so forth…that cat became the sole recipient of our left-overs. I named her Lulu since then (it was during that time that koreanovela “Princess Lulu” was hitting waves in the air).
Lulu was really ugly but she just became the point of someone’s innate ridicule and care. If others have teddy bears/dolls to talk to, at home…we had Lulu.
Until….
Just nature takes its stride again…one lulu became two, then suddenly six, and then a dozen. Lulu just suddenly became the kitten-maker in the cat world. In every pregnancy, she got six kittens. And she had four pregnancies.
They suddenly became a burden: 1) FOUL SMELL 2) THEY CANNOT UNDERSTAND “EXCUSE ME” WHEN YOU WANT TO PASS THEIR WAY 3) THEY ARE UGLY MALNOURISHED KITTENS 4) THEY ARE NOISY WHEN THEY KNOW YOU ARE EATING INSIDE THE HOUSE 5) GARBAGE CAN IS THEIR PLAY PEN
Just then a neighbor strikes back with his air gun….pointing to every kitten as his target. I really don’t care as long as he doesn’t leave the dead kitten in our backyard. And Lulu became a target also and kept on dying...she just kept on resurrecting too.
Just it happened… Lulu was the last cat standing.
I remember that it was nighttime that I heard the familiar sound of the air gun followed by a soft cry. Lulu’s ninth life was robbed.
I saw her (curling her body to sleep) the following morning and told her that if she gonna die, she has to crawl towards her grave.
From that time on…we have not seen Lulu or even just her body (if she really is dead).
Years passed – high school craziness, college independence, striving professional…. And out of nowhere, an ugly cat emerged outside our kitchen door. I don’t like cats because of their smell and they just cannot keep their mouths shut when being laid.
Lunches came, dinners passed…and so forth…that cat became the sole recipient of our left-overs. I named her Lulu since then (it was during that time that koreanovela “Princess Lulu” was hitting waves in the air).
Lulu was really ugly but she just became the point of someone’s innate ridicule and care. If others have teddy bears/dolls to talk to, at home…we had Lulu.
Until….
Just nature takes its stride again…one lulu became two, then suddenly six, and then a dozen. Lulu just suddenly became the kitten-maker in the cat world. In every pregnancy, she got six kittens. And she had four pregnancies.
They suddenly became a burden: 1) FOUL SMELL 2) THEY CANNOT UNDERSTAND “EXCUSE ME” WHEN YOU WANT TO PASS THEIR WAY 3) THEY ARE UGLY MALNOURISHED KITTENS 4) THEY ARE NOISY WHEN THEY KNOW YOU ARE EATING INSIDE THE HOUSE 5) GARBAGE CAN IS THEIR PLAY PEN
Just then a neighbor strikes back with his air gun….pointing to every kitten as his target. I really don’t care as long as he doesn’t leave the dead kitten in our backyard. And Lulu became a target also and kept on dying...she just kept on resurrecting too.
Just it happened… Lulu was the last cat standing.
I remember that it was nighttime that I heard the familiar sound of the air gun followed by a soft cry. Lulu’s ninth life was robbed.
I saw her (curling her body to sleep) the following morning and told her that if she gonna die, she has to crawl towards her grave.
From that time on…we have not seen Lulu or even just her body (if she really is dead).
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Lulu waiting for her boys