(I wrote this a day before I posted the last post which was suppose to be the post for that day but the computer I used is a "nutcase". I am back online a week ago, which is good, but i havent been online for a while because when september came
I caught the flu, and still have the residues of sticky phlegm, and a very nasty sore throat. If i could only rip my throat open and scratch where the itching part is with my bare fingers, then I would have done that.
Since it september, the month where I am most likely to be hit by anything again, be hurt by anything, I have to be extra careful so to avoid the September curse that has been set on me by either some voodoo magic or fate. ---Photos for this post soon)

Pets are very therapeutic. Everytime boredom knocks at my door, one look at Kikay, my bitch, takes all the blues away. Even if I am so tired from a daily night out, I never fail to take a minute or so running my fingers on my dog’s white fur. She especially likes it if I massage her cheeks and pat her head. To Kikay, I think, that’s the sweetest thing she needed after a wonderful wag of her tail and numerous head and body shaking when she greets me “welcome home”.

My sister and grandmother chuckles when they hear me call Kikay “sweetheart” or “bebe ko” (my baby) and I think Kikay likes it when I call her that. When I lie down on the couch to watch TV and Kikay is loose, a single utter of her name or ‘pet names’, comes a hurried excitement on her and leaps on my chest or belly to snuggle with me. I am obviously too attached to my dog these days than ever before.

I even set an alarm for her feeding time so I could not forget. It seems I never do because I feed her ahead of time. My grandma used to buy her dog food but it’s costly to buy her that everytime now that we’re running on a very tight budget. With all these expenses and oil price rising every time, her canned food needs to be dropped from the grocery list. The alternative food I give her are still sometimes canned: corned beef, liver spread. They cost less sompared to ALPO. I mix them with rice and other scrap foods on the table, And if we’re out of canned goods I prepare a special meal for her, pork adobo mixed with rice or anything we left off from a meal.

She doesn’t like any other fish preparations but fried. But I don’t give her fish often. Since this household is always on fish in its various preparations and vegetables I cook pork adobo for her since it’s the easiest and the fastest way. We always store pork meat in the fridge just in case someone’s taste buds get tired of eating “rabbit food” all the time. The only veggies Kikay eat that I’ve discovered so far are cabbage (sautéd or on sinigang), potato, string beans and it takes her time to consume eggplant as well as carrots. She also likes banana.

The best thing now is, Kikay’s a proud parent! She gave birth to five ugly puppies ( yes, ugly! 4 black puppies and one mix with white with black fur) on the 8th at 5pm, a day before my birthday. Its sad though because the white puppy died a few days ago and its my fault. I accidentally dropped the puppy when I transferred them to where they should be. Kikay keeps on carrying them under the couch so I have to tie her to refrain from doing that and spreading the dog smell all over the house. I let her loose from time to time to cuddle with me, though.

I love my dog, that’s all this is about.

So I wonder, will I ever love someone more than I love my dog now? That’s left unanswered.

You see, I think there’s one hell of a competition going on among gay men to catch men. I was told that these days it is a battle of who has and who hasn’t. in terms of money that is, ka-chiing!!

I am confused! They call them boyfriends in exchange of, say, allowance and anything money can buy. There’s no question about the “pamati” (--- no exact definition. It could be used as a noun to describe an amateur hustler or a verb together with prefixes or suffixes to mean as one night stand, hooking up and anything synonymous) we gay people in this area call. These “pamati’s” (noun) in exchange of their quick service means money. But the boyfriends?? I don’t know. Maybe I am a little – too confused about how these game works especially when I did not wake up to a trend like that.

If I am gonna hook up, which I wont in the nearest possible time, I have to have all that money, you know. Until someone I like likes me back not for the money but me then that’s the time