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Back to reality.

2 Apr

Or at least back to Semarang. 

I flew out of the Philippines Friday night. Said goodbye to all the cats except for Tiny. He must’ve been sleeping somewhere on top of the ceiling escaping the heat. I’m gonna miss round little Blitzy. She’s been a good dog of late, only eating cat poop when no one is looking. Lol. 

I only had one mango this summer. Regrets. 

I spent the weekend in Jakarta with Shirley. Booked at a nice serviced apartment in Menteng. It was when I was browsing stuff at Grand Indonesia that I realized that I could have bought a bag for the price of that one night stay. Lol. But yeah, not really regretting it. We got to watch the midnight screening of Get Out and went back to very comfortable lodgings. The only regret that it was only one night instead of two. Lol. 

So anyway, I’m back in Semarang. I regret checking in one of my bags because it took like half an hour before I could pick it up. No fun waiting. 

Work again tomorrow, but at least for this week I’m only doing invigilations and teaching only one class. Not gonna be busy until I start checking papers, that is. Nevertheless, I’m happy with some respite. 

New year. 

3 Jan

As is typical in the Philippines, there are loud firecrackers and bright fireworks displays in neighbourhoods. Although the practice has been largely discouraged by the government due to accidents that result in injuries and amputations, there are still private individuals who buy fireworks in the belief that the loud noise will drive away evil and bring good fortune (although that is doubtful if you lose one or two fingers or worse); also because fireworks makes the new year more festive (this I can agree with).
Anyway, that being said, New Year’s Eve is the bane of our pets. The loud noise scares them. Neko hid in the walk-in closet. The other cats, with the exception of Basilio who stood chillaxed by the laundry, scampered away in search of a nook to get away from the explosive noise. One of the kittens, called Long-Tailed Ugly (yes), was missing for a couple of hours and came through the window that I left open at past 2 am.

But Blitzy was a revelation. Our labrador, who turned two as the clock struck twelve, seemed unbothered by all the racket. Perhaps she was appropriately named. Perhaps she is already deaf. Lol. We had to tether her to her leash because we were afraid that she would run to the firecrackers, because all night she had been running towards the direction of the noise. While we were having our midnight dinner, here she was by the door:

She seemed unperturbed by the firecrackers last year, too, according to my mother, but they had been proactive and let her inside the house. They thought that it was because it was her first NYE, she was still unafraid. New Year and Christmas had always been a stressful time for our dogs and cats. So it was a great thing to know that Blitzen is not scared of all the noise. I feel sorry when I see them scared shitless. 

Jakarta tomorrow evening. 

13 Jul

It’s the day before my flight back to Indonesia. Right now, spending time lying on the sofa, idly watching whatever is on the TV. I’m gonna miss just hanging out at home, even if it’s almost always uncomfortably hot. I didn’t catch up on my reading. I didn’t really go out except for meeting up with Rosa (twice), attending Tina’s wedding, and visiting my cousin. Fortunately I didn’t have to go to the POEA satellite office to procure an exit certificate. So it’s basically just me at home for three weeks. And it’s gonna be over soon.

I have an almost daily collection of kitty cat piles. I’m gonna spare the readers (if any?) by putting up only one.

Curious kittens smitten by the blue flame.

The five kitties with their grumpy great grandmother.

Orange was spayed last Saturday and had to spend time in our bedroom after surgery. She wasn’t used to not having a regular litter box and had peed only three times in two days. When she was let out, the first thing she did was go directly to the litter box and let out a huge poop. 💩 Never was it more satisfying to watch a pet defecate.

Basil visibly flinches as Neko stares at him.

Blitzy has become better-behaved.

I don’t know if I’m gonna be back during term break. My sister and I are playing with the idea of going to Singapore for a couple of days in October.

Hopefully, I’d spend the Christmas holidays with my boyfriend in Germany. Let’s see.

Rainy day

8 Jul

Actually, there’s a typhoon.

There were some repairs at the house again today. I was doing the laundry (by hand!) when the carpenter told me that the dog was on the bed. I went to the bedroom and there she was: Blitzy lying contentedly on my newly changed sheets. Lol. She looked so happy that I wished that I snapped a photo before I told her to get out. In a perfect world, my dog would be sleeping in my bed all the time. But this is the tropical Philippines and dogs are supposed to stay outside the house and bathed once a week. Sigh.

The rain has been relentless. Where are my sunny days?

The Nekrophile

28 Apr

My brother, who is at home working on a project (I think) gave me some distressing news about this particular black lab.


A dead kitten was found a couple of days ago inside the property. We actually had a suspicion that it she killed it when it had strayed inside, as the other dogs in the street don’t pay any mind to cats. This dead kitten (who is not from our new litter) was buried. Then Blitzen took it out yesterday. She was caught and tied, and the cat buried again, a hollow block over the grave.


This morning my brother told me that the cat is not in its grave and nowhere to be found. The assumption is that Blitzen ate it. Ate an entire dead cat. Now my mom is threatening to sell the dog because of all the trouble she gets into.

It’s particularly distressing as we have a litter of five kittens. She might end up killing them should they step out of the house. And I have no idea how they can control her and not make her do just that, when it is likely that she had already killed and thought of cats (or kittens) as meal.


For sale?

A long delayed eulogy.

8 Aug
Old boy.

Old boy.

This is a post that I had long avoided writing.

Kyo, our family’s black labrador retriever, died on January 23, 2015, from old age. He was ten years old.

The last time that I saw him was September the previous year, when I came home for the weekend to bring my boyfriend home and introduce him to my family. At that time, he was an intern at a journalism college in Manila. It was a very poignant time, one that I didn’t think would happen: my boyfriend meeting my dog. xD

I guess I have always been a dog person. After all, my first memories as a child was a dog named Jeprox. My family had always had at least one dog at any time, and I’ve had many memorable ones and a few favorites. But I guess high up on that favorite list is Kyo.

Kyo was given to us by our cousin at a time when our dogs died one after the other and the only one we had was the forever puppy Garodog. Even Garodog was getting on in age, and was already almost blind with cataracts.

So Kyo came to our lives in 2005, as a puppy almost as big as an adult mutt. We had to take him from Sampaloc, Manila, via public transportation, in a box, without a leash. How my brother and I managed it is a feat in itself. Lol. He peed on the box when we were on the jeep back home, but I guess he was too cute that the driver forgave him for it. (Or it was too dark that he didn’t notice.)

He was a boisterous dog, so playful that he once ran after a bath and accidentally slipped and landed on his tail with a loud, human-like cry. That tail was a little crooked from then on.

What we liked about him most was how smart he was. He knew basic commands, and was a creature of routine. At 2 PM sharp he would be demanding to be fed. He liked baths, and would come over when we say ‘Ligo’. Needless to say, our biggest dog ever was the easiest to coax to a bath. My only regret was that I never took him to the sea, or a river, or a pool. He would have liked that so much.

He was pretty laid-back. He was relaxed around cats, although he did get the rare swipes from Neko, just because she is an evil boss.

A younger Basil who liked Kyo for a bed.

A younger Basil who liked Kyo for a bed.

Kyo and little Basil in happier times.

Kyo and little Basil in happier times.

He liked summer… mostly because of mangoes. He’d wait for it to fall, and then look for a ripe fruit to munch on.

He loved mangoes.


When I started working in Indonesia in 2009, the only one I ever really missed was Kyo… because everyone else can text or call or Skype, but with a dog it is about the entire tactile experience. I always asked about him whenever I called home, and even gave him commands to bark while on Skype. He seemed happy to hear my voice. And whenever I went home, seeing him again was the thing I most looked forward to. And every time I had to go away again, him looking at me as I go is something that I try to commit to memory. Then I would wait and anticipate the time that I would be able to see him again.

That was why it was very hard for me to write about it after he died. I remember days in my flat in Jakarta, just lying in bed, crying and wondering how it would be to come home without Kyo around. Just the idea of his absence was unbearable, and I had that feeling until almost half a year after. When I did come home, my grief was muted. But it was just never the same. Waking up, opening the door, seeing the empty bacony, the empty kitchen floor. Just the days passing by with that glaring hole in my existence. Cats all round, but no dog to pat, no dog to sit next to, no dog to wake me up in the mornings with his moist, inquisitive nose. It was the feeling of emptiness and loneliness, I was there but he wasn’t. I missed him so much.

A couple of weeks after going back home, we decided to get another black labrador. I found one on an online selling site, which was really just a last resort because I couldn’t manage to find a breeder nearby. Fortunately, this seller that I found lived in the next town, and so one afternoon in June, we came and picked up Blitzen. I wanted to call her Kyoko, but the she had been so used to the name her former owner gave her. It was a lucky find because she was up to date with her vaccines and vet visits, and the owner took good care of her. She was already six months old when we got her, around the time since Kyo passed. So in a sense, for me, Kyo’s spirit lives on with her.

Little Blitzen and butt.

Little Blitzen and butt.

Let sleeping dogs (and cats) lie

29 Dec


And from a few days ago: