SHIKIMIKIE

I don't know why but I've been eating fatty foods lately and my weight is not liking it. But no regrets!

I don't really have a problem with the word per se. Others are now pissed off with the word. But I'm all good. But I'm pissed off with maybe the view of some people. YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE is rather a beautiful statement to live by. It's as if a reminder that we have to do all the nice things that we should do because after this life, there's no more.

Just a disclaimer though. I'm not very particular with religions because some religions say that there's life after death and all other beliefs but I'm only pertaining to this life alone.

I really don't like how people see this and overuse this to the extent that it loses it's content. People who influence others to do drugs, to smoke, to drink, to abuse others, to steal, to bully others, and all those stuff, HOLD ON A SEC. That's not what it's supposed to mean. I believe that we should all live our lives to the fullest but not by using drugs and all other stuff that can do us no good. You might think that drugs help but you know, NOT REALLY. I'm of course pertaining to drugs that aren't for anything and those drugs that are prohibited.

Going back to Y.O.L.O., isn't it such an inspiration for us to keep going and probably stop procrastinating and other stuff like that? Because if we have that thinking that we only live once, we might be more enthusiastic in doing things we have to do while we still can. Get it?

Maybe Y.O.L.O. is most applicable and appropriate to those who are still thinking of telling someone he/she loves her/him or those who're about to propose or those kind of stuff. But not useless stuff like getting wasted and high and stuff. We only live once, don't waste it. The problem with drugs and all that stuff is most likely, you're not even you. You'll just let time pass by and boom! Time wasted!

Like seriously. Someone needs to conduct a seminar for this thing.

So yeah, I hope I somehow made my point. I maybe not the best person that can explain this stuff but yeah.

My baby Shiki isn't so baby anymore. I mean, he's really growing fast. But he's still my baby anyways. So yeah, he was sick couple of months ago. We isolated him because we got many dogs that might be harmed by him and stuff. It's just outside the house though. We have a cage there and yeah we put them there and feed him with dextrose powder via a syringe otherwise he wouldn't eat anything at all so yeah. Also, we took him to the vet, he was diagnosed to have fever and diarrhea so he got antibiotics and vitamins. But he's all healthy now! No need to worry.

What I really really like about Shiki is when I come home from internship/school and I stand right behind the door, he's gonna be the first one to bark. His bark is particularly the loudest so I'm really thankful for that. We actually turned off our door bell because kids are always making fun of it so we're kind of disturbed by playing kids trying to prank and all that so with Shiki being there, voila! Instant doorbell.

Also! Just recently, he can jump out the door way already! It was hard teaching him that! He had to be carried out for walk and stuff but he can do that on his own now. But he still likes biting stuff. Notice the wood on the left side? It was used to cover up that are because when it was newly painted, he would bite that stuff and therefore ruined that side and when it was painted again, he did that again so yeah. I think it was repainted and all good now though.

See! He's even larger than his cage now.

How adorbs! Poor Shiki though. No more food.

Yay!

I don't know. I just think that there are so many things we have to be thankful for. For example, coffee. May it be a regular coffee, 3 in 1 coffee, or that oh-so-expensive coffee that we all (somehow) praise. I don't know what it is in expensive coffees (MILK and MORE MILK) that makes it delicious, but yeah (IT'S ALL IN).

I'm a coffee drinker. Like, serious stuff. I like coffee. OOOPS...except pure black (no sugar or anything added). I don't know. Some may like it that way, but I don't really find it's for me, there you go.

The only reason I don't drink a lot because my heavy coffee drinking habit kind of worries my mom. And I'd be like "it's not that strong, it's not black" because I usually drink 3 in 1 coffees and believe me, it's only like 20% coffee.

I usually drink coffee in the morning during breakfast, snack, and right before I go to sleep. But when I'm like, extra in need, I'll have a cup in the afternoon too. Which will then alert my mom since she know I'd be having it again with my snack and at night and yeah, whatever.

This is what my coffee looks like :)

The mug is actually a gift from my best friend so, thanks a lot best friend! :) It really reminds me of her. It used to remind me a lot of her when I first used it, but now, yeah it still does reminds me of her everytime I use it. LOL. Thanks again! :)

The only problem I have with it is it's rather small for a coffee mug. Or maybe it's just me, I don't know. So, going back to the point, after all the digression (which I'm really very good at) and stuff, I'm really thankful for coffee. It does calm me down and make me realize how good life is (seriously). It slows me down in a very mysterious way. I mean, it doesn't literally slows me down, of course. But it's more on the inside. I just don't know the mechanism of it or whatever. Maybe it's just me again. Well, even if it's just me, I'm still thankful.

For some reason, I decided to make a fashion blog. Do I need to talk about it? Of course not. LOL. If you are all about fashion and stuff, check it out! If not, it is okay. You still have me.

My cousin and I are the biggest fan of sweets! Name it! LOL. So we kind of decided to make a desert out of Graham crackers. It's kind of a popular recipe. But for some reason, I feel like we're the first one (two) to kind of discover the real goodness of it. (WTH?)

FRESH MANGOES FTW! We actually kind of underestimated the fresh cream so we have to add another box and kind of transfer the mixture of shredded mangoes, fresh cream and condensed milk together in a new bowl as you can see.

What happened was my mom, grandma, sisters and I were done watching a movie and we queued to ride a taxi/cab. Then, we became frustrated and all that so we just decided to take the alternative way to reach home. JEEPNEY! So we then waited for a jeepney that can possibly contain us 5.

We stayed at the front of the BARANGAY office (smallest government unit).  Then this unknown person from hell just came out of nowhere with a gun and attacked us 5. He pointed the gun to my sisters and told them not to make any crazy movements. I was still calm and kind of thought what's best to do at that moment. I'm not actually the type of person that will panic over things like that. So then the demon pointed the gun to my mom and my mom actually thought that the gunman was kidding and just some crazy dude. My mom doesn't really look approachable in general. I think the gunman got intimidated and moved to ME. He tried to grab my shoulder bag while the gun he was holding was pointed to my forehead. I tried to look him straight to the eye (damn red eyes) and all that. I even managed to turn my back and actually faced the front door of the BARANGAY office but WTF? The office was BLOODY EMPTY that time and like seriously, no one was there to help US.  And I wondered where they were because it was BLOODY OFFICE HOURS! (around 2 pm). My grandma was kind of hysterical and I was more worried that the demon would shoot her and all that so I decided to let go of the bag. And yeah so he got my shoulder bag right? It contained  my iPhone so that's the saddest part. But we got it blocked so technically iPod now. He got my ATM but that was also blocked now and I got a new card so technically totally useless for him.  He got my school ID which was probably the most annoying part of the event. The ID was actually defective that time and that I had to get a new ID so the bag contained both the old ID and the receipt for a new one. One thing you have to know about ID renewal in UST is that it literally is very complicated. It's kind of a 3-4 step process. And you have to let important/busy people sign it and all that. And yeah. And then, my wallet. Lucky for me though that most my money was already spent that time because I had to pay for my immunization vaccines.

Anyways, for some reason, behind my BUSHY HAIR, he saw my earrings and asked me to remove it. I probably was very afraid and actually removed it and just before I was able to hand it to him, somebody shouted "HOLD-UPPER!" Without thinking twice, I run my arse off the place. Although I admit that I was kind of afraid. Yeah so.. that happened. Their runaway vehicle was a motorcycle and yeah. Just saying.

Well, the reason being of me being reminded of the unfortunate event was when the jeepney on the side of the jeepney I was riding on awhile ago (April 23 2012) was having it's own little event. Only that it's a SNATCHER. Not only it's a snatcher. It's a FVCKING KID. Literally KID. I reckon that the KID is probably 8 or 9 or 10. And the KID tried to snatch a necklace of a girl and they were all running there and all that. The sad thing about a KID snatcher is that they can't go to JAIL. So the woman sitting next to me said that the PARENTS SHOULD GO TO JAIL INSTEAD. I agree! 100%. Add 1% to that and it's 101%.

I mean, I know life is pretty hard here in the Philippines. Harder for some. But who the hell are they to get stuff from people who probably worked harder than them to get to the position they are now? I mean, it's unfair. Hold-uppers should just die and be at peace if they claim that living is hard. Hold-uppers often say (when caught) that their son/daughter/wife/mother/father is sick and they have to pay for hospital bills/medicines and other rubbish reasons. See? Is it the fault of your victim that this thing is happening to your relative? YOUR relative is sick. YOU are 100% responsible to it. You may have saved their body but YOUR SOUL IS HOPELESS.

It's not fun walking around the METRO with a fear that things like this will happen all over again. SICK. So be careful.

The spill isn't pee, don't worry. We actually brought with us a cup where the dogs can drink water but apparently, Shiki was more amused by the cup so he wanted to play with us. BAD DOG! So then I had to actually hold the cup for him so that he would be able to drink properly. And picture below happened.

He peed like a girl for a second. Well, he kind of pees like this all the time. Should I be bothered already? LOL

It's not that I have anything against people asking for alms. It's just that it's really inappropriate sometimes. Like in this particular post.

I go to school by myself. No driver, no one. If you happen to go to the same path as I do, you've probably noticed that guy near 7/11 that's like always there early in the morning asking for alms. I was like, okay, kind of old to work (can!). He's been there ever since I can remember (2008).

I apologize for missing minute details about life. Recently, I've noticed that his arms are full of TATOOs. And you best believe I was mind fcked. Like, seriously. I was like, was he a criminal? Tattoo addict? Whatever, whatever?

I mean, if he was a criminal, then who the F is he to ask for people's money? Why? In theory, he probably did it the hard way before that's why he was on jail the first place. If you ask me, it's a lot better than stealing/snatching/hold-upping people of course. But seriously?

I refuse to give anything to this kind of people like, call me what you want to call me but I have this idea that if people would stop giving to this kind of people then they would probably realize that it's not really easy to give money and all that and that they should earn it. Then maybe, they will find a job, make a living, survive, then everybody's happy. I know I made it sound like it's that easy but whatever. It's still their fault for me.

I DON'T discourage charity in any sense. I think if you're really lucky in life and you want to share to those who're most in need then GO! It's a beautiful thing to share. But if the same set of people would spend all your loving and just wait for your second shower of blessing then there's something wrong won't you say? EXACTLY.

I don't care if these people aren't educated and equipped with knowledge. If there's a will, there's a way. Like, really. It's not that hard to use your skills and all that in life. They're probably way too stupid or lazy.

Say hi to my new dog. I named him Shiki right away. Mom wanted to name him differently (Balbon, Pulgoso, etc.) because she said that people might get confused and all that stuff. She also said that I looked at her when she actually called Shiki, not "Mikie" (my name). No regrets! Haha

He's 2 months old now and I got him from my Uncle Benjie who got it from his boss. Shiki is an Old English Sheep Dog. He's really very sweet and yeah, very jolly and hyper. I really hope he'd grow up well and healthy.

So why is he not a Filipino again? I just don't see the point of not calling him a Filipino. Well, actually, it's alright not to call him a Filipino. Just not call him "not a Filipino" get it? Now I feel like I'm Phil Younghusband's public lawyer. HAHA. I just don't get it. Looks? Maybe. But even so, I think that's an insult. That's like a big word. And it's annoying. Now, if they're talking about the attitude, what really is a Filipino?  Someone who what? What specifically do we do that we didn't adapt somewhere else? Or  do they still wear bahag or baro't saya? Do they still do anything that's uniquely theirs? NO! Don't even get me started.

Then they complain that Filipinos are being treated differently abroad. I'm not saying that's just and right but what do you expect? If "actual Filipinos" are not being treated the same here? It's very ironic how they have the guts to complain somewhere else. It's really annoying.

I don't actually think that Filipinos are "oh-so-proud" that they are Filipinos. I just noticed that whenever there's a variety show and you have to cite where you're from, Filipinos are so proud to say where they've been. Like, for example:

Genki in Japanese means alert, healthy, or well. I decided to name him that, for him to live up to his name. I had him when I was about 13 and I really really love him.

He's really very snobbish but can be really sweet too! His hearing is not very well since he rarely responds to his name and all that but he's really very nice!

Genki had his first health problem when I was 15. He didn't eat at all and so I have to inject an energy drink directly to his mouth just so he could have a source for it. My mom decided to isolate him from the rest of our dogs and decided to place him outside the house. It was rainy season that time. I would patiently go there and all that just to make sure he's alright and that he got enough of the energy drink for the day. It was obvious that he was losing weight gradually and he really looked so ill. His hair even thinned and all that.

I remember one day, I went with my best friend and cousin to the mall and when we were about to go home, my mom texted me "where are you? Genki is dead." I felt like my whole world crashed and I actually cried on my way home. I really don't know how my reaction would be and all that stuff. Only to find out that my mom just wanted me to go home that's why she said that. I didn't talk to my mom for about quite a while that time.

My weeks of patience paid off. Genki started eating and became normal again in no time. He was indeed ready to go back inside the house and join the rest of the dogs.

Genki had his second disease when I was about turning 18. He's secreting mucus on his eyes and no appetite at all. Then back to the energy drink routine. We kind of let it passed for quite a while and after 3 days, my mom asked me if we should bring Genki to the veterinarian. I said yes. The next day when I returned from school, my mom said that Genki is confined to the Vet's office and asked me if I want to visit him. Of course! Probably being hesitant, when I was about to go and visit Genki, mom said "The doctor said that there's no more chance for Genki to actually survive. The vet said if we would want to inject something to Genki and make it easier for him" and I froze for a while and my mom suddenly said "I told him, doc, give it a week there, miracles happen" and I didn't know what to say and all that. I don't want to lose Genki that way. INJECTION! He was diagnosed with Canine Distemper and when I looked that up, unless a dog have a vaccine against it, there's no way out. If you know what I mean. My mom said that I should buy two sticks of pork barbecue and feed Genki there at the Vet's office.

So when I went there, I suddenly saw Genki and he wagged his tail and all that. Barked to acknowledge my presence and all that. The vet didn't say anything except "He recognized you" and I was like how can he not? He's my dog. But I didn't say anything. Basically, I didn't want to hear that Genki's ill and what were the chances. I was just too happy that time. He actually ate the pork barbecue and all that. Then that went on for about a week and as much as I would love to think that he's still normal. Mom said he's not getting any better and that the vet said and recommended that we should take him out. Because we're just wasting money.  Obviously, we cannot  blend him with the other dogs in and stuff like that. Mom was also hesitant to put Genki outside since the "air can bring the disease in" according to the doctor. Which I actually doubt. Mainly because the air can't be in only one direction, is it? But yeah whatever.

My mom decided to put Genki in the apartment that we own and made my grandfather/cousins look after him. Mom instructed my cousin to inject vitamins and to drop some eye ointment to Genki because it was secreting mucus heavily. It was about 5 days that he stayed there. Almost every after school, I went there and brought some barbecue and quite few times, I made/bought porridge for him since it was easier to inject food in his mouth that way. I also would text my cousin not to forget to inject the vitamins and that we should do our best to save Genki. Genki had always wagged his tail whenever I came to visit. It was an awesome feeling that even though he didn't care about me much when he was healthier, he made me feel like he appreciated my efforts in feeding him and all that. And that made me motivated that he'll get better. Genki's eyes turned red (kind of) on the 2nd day of his stay there. Which I didn't mind much since it went off the 3rd day. And reappeared at some point.

February 10 2010, after my prelims exam, I went to the apartment and noticed that he was weak and like for the first time, he didn't wag his tail or whatever. My grandfather also told me that he weren't able to put an ointment to Genki's eyes because Genki was sort of "looks like he's gonna bite me" look but when I kind of patted his head, I was cautious but it went alright. He weren't moving that much. Instead, he just rested in one corner and all that. His appearance also change a WHOLE LOT.

It was 4 days before my 18th Birthday and I told myself and some of my friends that if only Genki would live and be able to stay with us, I couldn't ask for more.

February 11 2010, I noticed that I was sort of uneasy and all that. I texted my cousin and stuff and then the night came and I got a call from my grandfather. I don't know why I wasn't that shocked anymore but I kind of accepted what happened. For me, the fact that I did my best to keep him alive, I felt relieved.

Genki did his best not to disappoint me. He was a fighter and he will always be. He will always be my Genki and he will always have a place in this home.

It's been a while since he was gone. It's been 2 years and I still feel his absence and I still get lonely sometimes. When I think about it, it's just overwhelming and all that stuff. I just wish I can just forget all that stuff and move-on.

It's a sad story but I learned a lot from him. Like, don't give up and just when you thought of giving up, just hang-on there because you wouldn't know if there's a chance unless you'll try. If you tried your best and the result is still not why you've expected, it'll be easier to accept at the end.

I don't understand why couples end up aborting a baby. Have they ever heard of contraceptive pills, condoms and all that stuff? Sure they also haven't heard of "Avoidance is better than abortion." yeah that's totally "Avoidance is better than cure." but whatever. Yesterday, when my cousin and I were crossing the street, like, we're in a hurry right? Being in a hurry doesn't stop me from overheard-ing people. Like a woman was talking to her friend and they were like

And I was like, if she knows for a fact that life in the Philippines is hard, then she should have avoided being pregnant with that poor little supposed to be her "youngest child". I'm not a highly religious person who thinks that couples who use contraceptives are gonna suffer all their lives and that they're gonna burn in hell and all that. But ABORTION, I think is something to worry about.

I think that if they didn't have the guts to raise a baby, then they should have used whatever they have to use to avoid it. It definitely sounds less evil to me. Or Satan would probably let them/her/him stay in a cooler corner of hell or whatever. Who knows? It might work.

You're probably wondering when Abortion is going to be acceptable for me? I have thought of that before as well. Like, when is it going to be something I wouldn't mind or whatever? I came up with a short list.

1. If only either the mother or the baby can survive, And  the father chose the mother, then no big deal. I don't think taking the risk of like continuing with the pregnancy is wise because yeah it really is a risk and there's no turning back once they're both dead.

2. I know It takes a lot of courage to raise a baby that's a result of "rape" and I'm so looking up to those who have a child from the unlawful situation but I guess it's also acceptable to get rid of it for those who aren't as strong and as courageous. There are very young teenagers who get raped, and obviously, most of them probably don't have an idea that stuff like pregnancy would happen. I mean, if you think seeing the child would just break you down and traumatize you, then I think it's better that you get rid of the child and move on.

P.S. Only applicable to real rape scenario. Not when you're drunk and had sex, not when you've done it with consent, not when a contraceptive failed, and the list goes on. STOP MAKING EXCUSES. Grow up and face the consenquences of your act.There you have it. :D

We went to a relatively provincy place awhile ago to get some stuff that my auntie sent from Japan like, so many years ago and we only got it now for some whatever reason. Yeah of course you know what I got! Haha

I then planned to arrange my make-up so that they won't be messed up and that it'll be easier for me to find them whenever I need them and apparently, my collection can't fit to that whatsoever container anymore. And as a medical technology student, that's not a problem at all. I have this whatever kit case where I put my syringes and all that hematology stuff and the case is quite bigger than the previous and so I sort of exchanged them because I'm not really putting anything in that bigger case anymore since I'm already done with my hematology course and it's content can perfectly fit to that smaller make-up container that I was using before now. They're perfect for each other, you know. I guess it's destiny. So here's how my collection looks like.

You know, I'm thinking about how hard it is to blog. Like, I can go on and on with this...but I kept trying at least and that's what all that matters. Not. It's even harder to blog when I just want to talk about how boring my day was or something like that. People read blogs when they're bored. So imagine a bored people reading my blog about being bored. How redundant. I'll end up appearing boring and pissing people off at the same time. Which I don't like. Sometimes.

So yeah, hopefully this first post in this particular site will be a good start for me to blabber things and make it a little bit exciting so that I can have something to look at in the coming days, weeks, months, and eventually, years. That's why I'm blogging anyways. Well not that I don't have a good memory, it's just that, feelings change. You know? Of course you do.