Goodbye, Cindy

Our dog, Cindy, died trying to give birth yesterday (father of puppies=unknown stray dog). She lived for 11 human years.

I got the news while I was with my Literature group, but it was only when I came home at 8 PM when I found out about the details. Ate Vangie (our maid) told me that Cindy was crying as she died ("there were tears in her eyes"), and that she was buried beside Sparky. I was heartbroken when she told me that after Cindy died, Brosia (our bulldog) came looking for her and stayed at the spot in the garden where Cindy was last seen alive.

Unlike with Sparky's death, I cried - and am still crying - for Cindy's (If you see me, you'll assume that I just broke up with someone). She has been my pet since I was I was in first grade. She's the smartest and most docile dog I know. I've seen her grown up, and she has seen me grow from a kid to a lady.

I'll miss Cindy. I'll miss the way she looks at me, the way she keeps quiet, the way she wags her tail, the way she eats the food I throw at her, the way she closes her eyes whenever I pat her in the head, the way she rolls over to scratch her back. I'll miss the way she stops near the opened front door when we look at her and say, "no" and I'll miss the way she gets all excited when we bring the leash out to take her for a walk. I'll miss everything about her.

When dad got home, he didn't notice how swollen my eyes were; it was mum who told him. Then he looked at me and said, "Ano bayan, nung namatay si Tiya Peting hindi ka umiyak (When your Aunt Peting died you didn't even cry)!" my mum and I laughed to that. Mum added, "Hindi ka naman bibigyan ng mana ni Cindy di gaya ni Tiya Peting (Unlike Aunt Peting, Cindy won't leave you any possessions)"

So we talked. Then dad said something - something I expected, "I'm going to buy a dog" he said, "An Akita"

"What is that, a guard dog?" mum replied, "It may attack your children, you know" and she added, "What does it look like, anyway? An ordinary dog?"

"It looks like a wolf."

"Nyay!"

So, we'll just have to wait for the Akita. Hopefully my brothers and I can shower it with love without it biting us =)

Fin.

I don't live in the mountains

It kills me that I don't have anything to write about. Oh... wait! I do have something to write about. XD

I'M NOT SEPARATED FROM CIVILIZATION ANYMORE!

I BOUGHT THE TWILIGHT BOOK! XD

And I'm still at chapter two. Despite that, I already love Edward Cullen. He's... not mine, okay (I was supposed to type "HE'S MINE!" like I always do with my other crushes, but unfortunately I can see that that's an impossibility *insert sad face*).

Why do vampires look good? No... wait. Why am I not a vampire? Hahaha XD

Moving on, my dismissal tomorrow's at 9:30 AM, but I'm going to stay in Katipunan until 4:30 PM as I'm going to attend a friend's birthday party. What am I going to do with my time? D: I'm planning on meeting up with my friends from Miriam College, hopefully that would push through.

Hello, Ateneo

Aw... I've been ignoring my blog D: Sorry about that. Regular posting resumes now. :)

So I told you a bit about my block. Well, here's a little bit more: I love them. My block's the loudest and most diverse class among the freshman blocks. Ages range from 16 to 22; residence, from Quezon City to Austria to France. Energy level? HIGH.

Anyway, here are some of the pictures taken from our Orientation Seminar (thanks Isay). I'll also be posting my schedule. Click pictures to enlarge.

Where do you think I am? Hint: red shirt

I'm holding the TR sign

With TNT's (stands for Talk and Travel... I think :P) Gabe and Exo

I'm the one with a peace sign on top of my head (blame that guy beside me, Jek :P)

And here's my sched. :) I like it, BTW. I share the last three subjects of my MWF with my block mates, so it's all good. :)

Kids on the block

Haha, this blog hasn't been updated for a long time, ew. Our PC crashed so I had no internet access for almost two weeks.

Anyway, we had our orientation seminar (OrSem) in AdMU for the past three days. I got to know my block mates (block TR - short for 'transferees') and we hit it off right away. They're fun to be with, especially the guys; they're a crazy bunch. And believe it or not, our block has the three tallest people in the batch. They're a head taller than anyone!

So... I'm kinda bored. Yawn.