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It was a rainy night and I had to pick up a gift from the province from a family friend. It was primarily an underweight tuna. I think the average commercial weight per piece was 15 to 20 kilos so the one I’m picking up must be around 9 kilos or more.

I was able to secure the use of the company vehicle along with the driver, my drinking buddy. We were supposed to pick the fish up from the fish Depot at Cubao at 10:00 PM but the truck got delayed and was due to arrive at around twelve.

To wait it out, we went to our usual Beer Hole near the office for a few rounds until it was time.

They have just finished unloading the goods when we got there. We received an 11Kg. tuna! Imagine the fish being carried by my buddy posing for pics. (Too bad I lost the file. I could’ve posted it otherwise.) The length was around up to his chest more or less and it was about as thick as my leg. Aside from that, we also got a bag of smaller fish. “Tuna Bait” as the fishermen of Mindoro consider them but it was delicious. When served with stock, the stock itself is enough to go with the rice. (We let my buddy have some and he shared it with the Building Guards and they were all smiles for a week. Lol!)

On our way back to the office, (since we were staying in) we felt the need for more booze. We noticed a small bar on the side of the road, with the ladies nicely seated up front, and since I owe him for the favor he just did me, I told him to pull over so we could wash all the weariness away.

He happily obliged. As a gentleman, he was more than happy to get to meet new ladies from different parts of town. I was used to the scene since I used to a Videoke Producing Company as a teen (and my first job was being a waiter in a club just like this). I wasn’t a stranger to these places. I entered first and the Gay Floor Manager (Later on, I refer to him/her as Mommy Brenda) welcomed us with a big smile, led us to a secluded table on the main dining hall then asked for our order and immediately asked us if we wanted to see their friendly ladies. She motioned for two of them and they surprisingly appeared out of nowhere, sat down beside us and started getting friendly.

My buddy, already half-drunk, as though with a sudden boost of courage, asks for a show-up. He wanted to see all the benefits the club had to offer.

Mommy Brenda, with a wisp of joy, called for the other girls and announced a show-up. The girls lined up and were introduced one by one. Sadly, the cute ones were already busy and had to entertain other customers. We were left with the lack of a choice. As the show-up ended and we were being morally forced to acquire a partner for each of us, a girl appeared from the upper floor, dressed in a hot short black pleaded skirt that boasted of her round fair legs and a black denim vest (it was a little vest. Not sure what this is actually called. Help Please. Lol.) which showed more than it hid and accentuated her fatal curves and ample bosoms.

I was trying to avoid her gaze for fear of melting. Tried to act cool. Then she went over to me, leaned her back onto me then tilted her head back to whisper to my ear. She said “I like you.” Let’s face it. I felt something deep inside me. A fire suddenly lit up, telling me something. I just had to take her as my partner for the night.

Before I got the chance to react, my buddy suddenly blurted out that he wanted her. Being a good friend, I let him have her for the night. I whispered to her telling her to entertain my friend for the mean time and I’ll be back later so we could have a chat. Being a professional that she was, she strutted to sit beside my buddy and I settled with picking one of the girls in random but I made sure the girl looked nowhere like a minor. I’m allergic to minors. Dunno why.

We resumed drinking talking to our own partners until it was too late to keep drinking. It was already 2:00 am and we still had to get some sleep. We had another day ahead of us.

As we were about to leave, I talked to her asking for her name and she told me it was Hanna. (Obviously, it was a screen name and thus, I didn’t care to change it.) I thanked her for showing my friend a good time. She replied with “You gave me away!” while she showed me a frown.

I told her I’ll explain the next time we meet and that I had to go and I’ll be back. She waved goodbye. I boarded the truck. We rode away feeling good and I felt her gaze through the metal covering us from sight.

We arrived just in time for a 2-hour nap. We immediately got to it feeling the need for even a hint of rest.

When the day came, I informed my (former) boss that I wouldn’t be staying in for the rest of the week. By the end of the shift, (the shift actually ends at 4:00 PM but my work extends more. Part of my work included buying the beer for the Consultant team after office hours and setting up the conference table for their use.) I made my way back to the club.

She was furious at first but not to the point of being angry. Maybe she didn’t really like the idea of entertaining my friend. I apologized and asked her if she was busy. She smiled. We went to a vacant table and started drinking. She “confessed” her fondness towards me after a bottle. (Standard Operating Procedure. Guest Relations Officers of these kinda clubs make you feel like they truly are in love with you. Some cases are real. Most are fake emotions. Basically, all of their regulars are their “Boyfriends”.)

Later on, she asked me if I had a girlfriend. I told her I was married. She was hesitant at first but she leaned her back on me. I could smell her hair as I turned her head and started to talk. I noticed she really knew her best angles and assets. Being accustomed to the runnings of local clubs, I asked her if she really did want me. She nodded. I told her I liked her too and asked if she would like for us to try if we had some special chemistry. She cuddled up to me, closing her eyes.

I whispered to her ear and said “Look, I respect your work. I really do. I like you. You got something special in you that I want to know more about. Very few are able to excite me. I’m very picky. I got no idea what you got that others don’t have. I can’t get you off my mind ever since last night.” She turned her head as if listening intently. Then I continued saying “I respect you so I’ll respect your decision. I’m fine with being just a regular customer. I’ll be happy with just that. But I’ll have to ask: Would you please be mine?”

She tried turning her hear farther as if trying to look me in the eyes. I noticed how beautiful she was. To my surprise, my question was answered with a deep kiss. It felt good. It stirred up something deep inside me. A feeling I rarely get. I kissed back. I couldn’t help but embrace her. Feel her warmth. Then when our lips parted, I said (in bisaya) “Gihigugma taka.” (Translated: I love you. I had an ex from Mindanao and I studied up some words for that purpose. Didn’t realize I would be using them in this situation.)

She was surprised. She didn’t expect me to know her native tongue. She asked me where I came from and I told her I was born and raised in Bulacan and that I only studies some visayan phrases.

Wait, this post is getting too long and I need to catch some Zs. I gotta report to office this morning. I’ll cut it here for a cliffhanger then continue writing later. Lol!

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Finally, I found a little patch of tranquility with a nice clean table that serves Cold beer. Hehe.

I can finally resume writing the rest of the post.

So, where did we stop? . . Oh, ok, that part. Lol. Here it goes:

After a few more bottles, it was getting too late so I bid my farewell, paid up, tipped the waiter and headed home. I never felt so good. Its a different feeling everytime we get a new flame into our life.

For one whole week, I came back every night. Even if she had other guests, I’d wait it out. We had an agreement that I would even avoid looking at her when she’s occupied. It was her work. I had to respect that. Whenever a girl is occupied, the customer pays for her time and chatting with other guests is a major offense to the customer. Having spent my teen years working in a club had me know that. There have been much fisticuffs which started with a customer eyeballing a girl that was already timed in. (That and the Legendary “My Way”. Lmao!) I’m very cautious of that. I could always wait it out and then time her in so she’d be focused on me.

That went on smoothly. We were night time lovers and I loved it. She’d be anticipating my arrival and I’ll be reminiscing until I sleep.

She told me she had a daughter and I told her i wanted to act surrogate. I even bought her (the daughter) gifts for various occasions. And as if that wasn’t enough, the kid had to share the same birth date as mine. (Coincidence?)

Whenever her kid would get sick, she would inform me and I would be up and running to her (financial) aid. We agreed that she would introduce mo to the kid as her real Dad. (Which obviously didn’t happen.)

On our first date outside the club, we were supposed to go alone. Just the two of us. She was hinting that she wanted to go to a cold, private place very familiar to many of us. (but not to me. Really!) I tried to keep my thoughts off that as it wasn’t in my plan to do so. If she wanted it, she had to ask for it.

To my surprise, when she went to our meeting place 3 hours late, she had with her a cousin and a gay brother, both working in the same club she was.

I had to change plans. They had to be back to the club by 6:00 PM and it was already 3:30 PM. I can’t just take her to a far away place. I decided to take them to a nearby mall to shop for some “Basic” Groceries.

It was ok with me since I’d be sure that she’d be eating right unlike before. House food for stay-ins were usually not really appetizing.

The other two went in another direction trolling along their own push cart while we pushed ours. We picked the basic stuff. Corned beef, Sardines, tuna, Luncheon Meat, soap, shampoo, etc.

I was surprised when I saw the other two. Their cart was half-way full. Then I had to overhear the gay brother saying “Hayaan mo siya magbayad. Siya naman nag offer eh.” I just kept my cool. Deep inside, I knew the faggot was taking advantage. My girl must’ve noticed this and to my relief, told her gay brother to drop off some things they didn’t really need.

In the end, my budget for a good date was depleted in a manner of minutes. Good thing it was almost time for them to go back to work. Otherwise, I’d have looked like a fool looking for more funds to entertain them.

After that disaster, I began to think depper than before. She didn’t really have to take the two along but she insisted they tagged along against her will. Being the eldest among the three, she could’ve easily shoved them off and promised to bring something to eat when she gets back. She would’ve done that if she really did consider our first real date to be special.

I had to smart-up. I lessened the frequency of my visits. I noticed she shows less and less affection for me as the days went by.

My last time to havea drink with her, it was daytime. I was an esteemed regular guest so I get to request her even at daytime. She seemed happy since I was there. She looked like she wasn’t faking it. We got liquored up and since we were the only people drinking on the second floor, we got the chance to do some things we normally can’t.

We started kissing. Then the kissing got torrid. More torrid than ever. We never made out like this before since there were still customers whenever we’d meet.

Things got heated up and I wasn’t able to keep myself from reaching for her bosoms. I started fondling with her and she seemed to like it. She gave out moans as she bit her tongue then she’d pull my head up to kiss me. Then I’d tease her by groping her ample bosoms until she arches herself backward then I’d resume kissing her cleavage giving her reason for more sighs of kept lust and worldly wishes.

I knew if only I’d have wanted, I could’ve taken her to a cozy place close by… but I didn’t. I didn’t want it. Well, yeah, I wanted it too but I knew she just wanted someone to get her pregnant so she could have leverage over that man and have her way financially without having to work in the club. I wasn’t that stupid to fall for her charms completely. Nowadays I only pretend to be in love until I find a reasonable logical proof that the girl really loves me. But I was a good actor. I just don’t know if I still am. (A different story focuses on this. Wait for that. If I forget, remind me. Hehe.)

She may have been acting it out to empty my pocket but back then, I did want someone to act as if she’s in love with me and I was willing to pay. I got what I wanted. She wanted someone to scam into getting her pregnant. She also got what she wanted but not from me. Lol!

The last conversation we had through SMS, she informed me she was going to get married. I told her I was happy for her and I wished her the best that life has to offer.

After that conversation, something piqued my interest. Its very likely that she just found a new guy who’d shell out more funds for her. Anyway, she was getting a bit long on the tooth so I didn’t mind. At least I’ll be free to scout on for new targets.

The first chance I got, I went back to the club looking for her. The Management informed me that she had a vacation. Her Gay Brother told me she was called home by her Mom and dad and that she took her hot cousin with her to have a vacation.

The two stories didn’t match. I told the gay brother what she told me. He kept insisting she didn’t get married. Even Mommy Brenda insisted she was just on vacation.

I acted along. I kept visiting and kept refusing any offers from the Mama Sang to partner an Angel. She’d recommend me to her best, hottest girl every time but I wouldn’t flinch. I kept telling her Hanna would be furious if she’d known I partnered another girl. Worked like a charm for me. I finally found a cheap place where the atmosphere is that of a cheap club. I could drink and decline any Angels because I had the perfect alibi.

Later on, I asked the gay brother about her sister. He told me she was ok. I nodded then I smiled. Obviously, she’s informed him of what a blunder they did so they started playing along.

I still go there from time to time knowing she might have been dumped and she might be back in business. It has happened to her before and it was bound to happen again.

In the end, if we would think with the numbers, I ended up winning a good deal. I went to a club, where the patrons usually got less than what they paid for, but I got my money’s worth and even more.

I managed to keep my status in that club pretending to be deeply hurt and just told them that I had to avoid going because it just brings back sad memories. It worked like a charm. I still get to have special favors if I ask them while spending less and less time visiting.

Right now, I’m just waiting for things to get better for me and for them to get better looking Angels and maybe I’ll be back on a regular basis.

Sorry I had to digest the whole thing into general paragraphs. Its supposed to be longer than this but I didn’t include the minor things. I’m running on batteries and my beer is about to run out. Lol.

Hope you enjoy this. Comments highly appreciated.

Khaye, why do I feel like my Blog is slowly turning into another literotica.com? Is it just me? Must be going crazy again.
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Sorry for the sudden format change. Had a little accident with MS Word. Lol! Noobie moment. 😛

I’ve got some posts due for review. Some of them proves to be really sensitive so I’ll have to ask around for insights on the posts before I publish them. I just hope you don’t mind the inconvenience.

I want do a gender sensitivity analysis/review on them. Wouldn’t want to be unfair.

As promised, I’ll start sharing these as I reminisce.

Past flames, adventures and misadventures. I just hope my blog doesn’t end up being a porn site. Anyway, my first post in the series wouldn’t really be about a past flame now misadventure. It’s just that I suddenly remembered her and what I unknowingly done. She was long gone before I even realized what happened and I wouldn’t have known if I didn’t share it with a female friend who almost came to hitting me for treating a girl like that.

I’d like to hide her personality (In truth, I forgot her name! LMAO! I’m really getting old) so let’s call her Jane.

Around 26 years old. Was tall and slim. Molatta but on the fairer side. Got this good figure. (Around 34 C, I think) Was always wearing a smile and a pony tail.

She was a GRO at the nearest Beer Joint from the office. It was a regular hang-out so naturally, we got to know her. She was really fond of my phone back then (Nokia 5800 Express Music. Too bad it got slashed from my pants.) I would usually let her hold onto my phone whenever I visit and she would play “Racing Thunder” amongst other games. Well, she was really into my phone.

Later on, we got really close and there are Fridays when I’d drink up all I can then they’d let me sleep there when they closed shop. (No, Khaye, nothing happened. Lol!) We’d sleep beside each other and go separate ways by morning.

I treated her like one of the boys and she seemed happy about it.

She developed this habit of greeting my phone first before greeting me and even ask me through text how my phone was whenever I was away. This went on until it got the point when I suddenly had this private joke played on her. I told her my phone was in love with her and that it misses her so. By night fall, we went to the club and she, of course, greeted my phone. I went on with the private joke by saying “My phone asks if you would be his girl.” She said yes. She was really happy that night. That was the only time when I saw her shine like that. Being a friend, I was happy as long as she’s happy.

The private joke went on. I kept thinking she was just riding with it. Whenever I’d send her an SMS, I’d end it with “and the Phone asks me to send you his love” or “the Phone sez he loves you.” Then she’d reply by sending back her love.

After about half a month, they got this new girl. Now, she was my type. Ok, not exactly the standard “My Type” but more of an exceptional “My Type”. She was Petite. Gorgeous figure. (36D, I think) A bit on the chubby side but was really cure. Fair skinned. The type of girl I could only dream of. Let’s call her Michelle. She was really busy at first being the new girl so I waited out until she ain’t too busy anymore.

After a month, there was less customers and I was able to talk to this Michelle. Got to know her a bit. Found out she was an aspiring Call Center Agent but didn’t quite make it. (Her diction and Accent was good but she kept looking for words whenever she’d show off by talking to me using her English and I’d talk back in English.) She was sweet and uber cute. Later on, I realized that I’m not her type and all I could ever be was a bigger brother. And I did.

One time, when we were going to Antipolo on an Errand for my (former) Boss, I was trying to Contact Michelle to tell her to wait up for me since I had her Christmas Gift wrapped. She wasn’t replying so I thought maybe she was asleep. I Sent an SMS to Jane to ask if Michelle was awake and I got a bad reply. Bad enough to ruin my day. She was furious because I was asking her about Michelle.

I found no logical reason for her to be mad so I thought maybe she was having her Menstrual Cycle. I tried to calm her down but she just replied by saying “Don’t ever text me again!” I asked if she was serious and she seemed serious enough. She even said she won;t accept my present and I should instead give it to Michelle. She insisted that if I try and give it to her, I’ll regret it.

We arrived at the club at around 10:00 pm. There weren’t any customers.

I remembered how she insisted on not receiving anything from me so I had my Drinking Buddy (Office Driver) give Jane the Bear she so longingly requested a few months back. Then I gave Michelle that lipstick I got on a discounted price.

Honestly, I was hurt by Jane’s actions earlier and having watched “Drop Dead Fred” (It was a movie about an imaginary friend. Was a good movie. Really worth watching.) as a kid, I had no choice but to cease existence from her life. My job was done. She wanted me out, so I had to respect that. I had to move on.

I catch glimpses of her and her face says she’s trying to say sorry but I think the damage has been done. I was really in pain of losing a dear friend.

I went on with life and the next thing I know, she already changed numbers and got fired from the club due to the major decrease in her performance.

Much later, I told this story to a female office mate. She Got really mad at me and almost hit me. I didn’t get it at first so I asked her why she suddenly got angry. She just replied with “Gago ka pala eh! Sino ba may ari ng celphone?”

Then it really hit me. Jane was friggin’ serious and she thought it was my way of flirting. D@m! Have I only known…

But it was too late. The other girls, even the manager, doesn’t know her new number so there, I became an @$$hole without even knowing it.

Had I only known…

I’d like to thank all those who looked into my post entitled “Dog Goes the Neighborhood”. Right now, it is my most viewed post. The more who knows about it, the better.

I thought up some stuff to cover up on my Promise and here’s the list:

  1. You’re more comfortable at the office than at home. In most cases, workaholics tend to adopt the office as home or at least second home. In my case, I used to refer to the office as “Barracks”. There was a time when I could sleep better at the office than in my room back at the old house.
  2. You feel better when working and feel really empty when not. I used to feel alive only when working. When I’m at home, all I did was pass the time with my PS2. Work became my sole purpose in life and it leg to my destruction by wanting nothing else.
  3. You sacrifice sleep just to finish work. You heard that right. “Why sleep when you could accomplish tonight what others cannot?” This mind-set caused me heap-loads of trouble. My Bosses noticed I was able to accomplish more than the average Joe (but I was rather thinking that “The earlier I get this done, the more time I’ll have to relax”.) so they gave more and more paperwork for me expecting everything to be done by morning the next day. Talk about abuse.
  4. You skip lunch just to finish work. Now, this should never be done. You get starved more so you tend to eat more by the next meal. Really suicidal if you ask me. At least I don’t do this anymore. I just eat whenever I’m hungry.
  5. You can work while drinking. “Workaholic” used to describe individuals who work while drinking or those who are more effective at work as long as there’s alcohol in the blood stream. But later on, they generally considered that Alcoholism. I’m still a bit guilty about this but there’s real progress. Back then, I could work faster when there is a good amount of alcohol in my blood. Now, whenever I’m drinking while working, I get sleepy so I avoid it.
  6. You work even at night especially at home. Yeah, I used to do this too, But now, I work at home all the time and I usually work at night and sleep all day but that’s a different case. Most workaholics would rather take their work home and finish it. One of my laid back former Bosses told me that weekends are meant to be spent on Sidelines, Family, Second Family, Third Family and so on. This helped me much… No, I only have one family right now and I’m not thinking about having a third family. J
  7. In extreme cases, your health suffers because lack of exercise due to too much work. Too much into work and not even standing or getting enough fun? You might end up like me. Half-crippled. Capish?
  8. Even when at home, all you think or talk about is work. Now, this is so sad. But this started since my Mom is in the same line of work as I am. Now, I feel bad everytime someone mentions work while I’m at home.
  9. In extremely sad cases, the individual suffering from this neglects family because all he wants to do is work. For men, being too much into the game means very much that sometimes we forget the more important part of our lives. Our family. If you’re married, your wife might end up getting a beau to fill in the gap. For women, competition is so tough that sometimes, even looking for a mate is neglected. Try to pamper yourself. Go to a spa (and no, you can’t bring that laptop while getting a pedicure.) If already married, especially if with kids, well, the kids need a mom to look up to.(This wasn’t a problem with me. The problem was that I had to grow up being kicked around by my Perfectionist yet flawed Dad. Now, my Mom feels sorry that she had to miss much of my early years because she was often on field. I didn’t mind but with all the chaos happening around my life at the moment, I think she feels responsible and tries to make up but don’t exactly know how. By the way, my Mom is also a workaholic.) The male might end up like my Dad. Insecure because his wife got a better job. (He didn’t have a job by the way but he wanted my Mom to quit. What an @$$hole.)
  10. (Why does this also have to end with ten?) You keep dreaming of that fantasy vacation even if you’re not actually making plans. Yeah, that beach vacation sounds grand but there are still lots of work to be done and you can’t just sit idly by nor go on vacation because you can only rest when all the work is over… Well, I got a news flash for you: It never ends! No matter how hard you push, you only end up with more work. Make that plan, talk to your travel agent. You probably have all the necessary leave credits anyway so your Boss can’t stop you. . . What, you don’t have leave credits? That’s just sad… Uh huh, so you don’t earn leave credits? Is this company legal? Oh, you’re just a contractual worker. Ever heard of “Leave without pay”? You’ll earn it back. Trust me. It’s better to unwind every now and then than to end up like me… On permanent Vacation.

So, there you go. My Ten Ways to Tell if your life sucks just like mine. Lol! Anyway, if this list still doesn’t convince you, just listen to the words of my Sensei: “Word hard? Party Harder!”

Oh, and be careful not to get too $h!t-faced drunk while partying.

I’m planning on uploading some new (old) content soon.

As Ms. Khaye insisted, I will write about my past misadventures… err.. experiences.

Hope I could refresh my memory in time. Hehehe.

I’d like to thank all of those people who greeted me today,

Yeah, I’m getting older. . . Deal with it. Lol!

Of all the… C’mon, this can’t be real. The contract sez I get to work at home.

 

Anyway, I’ll be working in the office now until tomorrow. Maybe even until Monday. I just hope it doesn’t get extended until Friday or else. Hehehe.

 

To top it all off, my employer keeps forgetting about my slary!!! Arghh.

Hehe. But at least I get to linger around the city after each work day. . . But by then, my feet would already be hurting like hell.

We’ll just have to wait and see. 😉

Yep, you heard that right. I’m suffering from old age at such an early age.

No, seriously, I am suffering from old age.

Maybe it’s because of all those years of pure workaholism. All those sleepless nights slaving in front of the LCD Monitor, editing documents, drafting layouts, formatting then reformatting draft reports, Then second draft reports. Then the third draft, the fourth, the Final draft. The Final Final Draft, the Final Final Final Draft. The Final Final Final Final Draft, then the Final Report.

If that wasn’t enough, There had to be a Final Final Report. But let me skip the long and boring part because it gets up to the Final Final Final Final Final Final Final Final Final Final Report.

And don’t even get me started about the revisions incorporating the client’s comments. Then there would have to be 1st Revision, 2nd, 3rd, …. …. …. …. It goes on and on.

Then the part I really hate is when it gets to the Final Versions. Of course, I know you know that I’m thinking by now that I think you’re thinking that I know you know that there had to be a Final Final Final Final Final Final Final Final Final Final Final Final Final Version of the Report.

And that’s just for one Report for one Project. Imagine being assigned to handle three at the same time. XD

Geez, this looks like one of my shortest posts so far but I feel most tired after writing this as compared to other posts I made. But at least now I know you know that I think you do know that I’m really suffering from old age.

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Coming Soon: WAYS TO TELL IF YOU ARE WORKAHOLIC

Next Attraction: HATE BEING A WORKAHOLIC? A GUIDE HOW TO GET OUT. (of the sickness)

Still trying to figure out: HOW TO RESUME WORK AFTER GETTING OUT

Watch out for these Hot Titles. ^^^

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I wonder why it is that the people around me seem to act like dogs. More like they’re thinking like dogs. It really puzzles me. Could it be the humans who are acting like dogs or are the dogs simply taking the many examples their human masters have to offer? Which side’s evolutionary learning are we really observing here? Ours or our K-9 friends’?

I’ve been living in this community since birth and was only forced to move out recently. We moved not far away for various reasons. (Approximately 50 meters from my old house.)

Ever since I was a kid, I was really fond of dogs. Yep, I’ve even gone close to deciphering their native emotion based language. (That or maybe I’m just going crazy. Hehehe.)

I remember back then, I used to get bitten (by dogs) very often compared to other kids my age. Now, as I am older, I wondered why I stopped getting bitten… Then I thought of something much more important. Why did I keep getting bitten in the first place?

On these cases, even my failing photographic memory really helps. I remember my dad used to tell me not to run nor stop walking if I see an enraged dog. He was telling me this as he cleansed my recently bitten arse. Of course, I would’ve remembered what he said because it was his way of telling me how to avoid it.

Months passed. Dog bite completely healed. My folks tell me to buy a bottle of ketchup from the general store and I go hippity hoppity to my errand. Unfortunately, there was only one store back then (now, this ‘hood is swarming with Sari-sari stores.) and there were lots and lots of dogs on the way. The most vicious of which resided some five to eight kiddie paces before reaching the store.

I remembered my Dad’s advice and I followed it to the last letter. I dug deep. Searched deep within for the courage to keep myself from running nor from stopping. I can’t show fear or else, the dog would sense the thrill of the chase then it would harass me more.

I succeeded at keeping myself. The animal was furiously barking away while I walked the straight path not more than one and a half feet from the dog. Kept my eyes looking straight like my old man told me to.

To my surprise, at the corner of my eyes forcibly staring forward, as I walked past it, I saw the dog charging towards me while barking with all its might. It might’ve been agitated more by the fact that I didn’t show any sign of fear. He must’ve wanted me to be afraid like as if it is the only way he could raise his ego (and later on, I figured I was right.)

I felt something hit my arse but felt no pain (yet.) I just had to take a glance at what hit me. Surely it was the dog but it sure didn’t feel like a dog bite. (I’ve been bitten quite a few times to know how a dog’s bite would feel or not)

Then the piercing pain crept its way. I checked my behind with my hand then I noticed there was blood. Surely it was the dog. Then I took ka glance at the dog only to find that it too was a bit perplexed. Hesitant at first then backed away a bit until regaining its composure to resume barking again. My uncle (Yes, the dog was owned by a worthless uncle of mine.) noticed this then rushed to my aid making sure I was alright. (I obviously was wounded so I wasn’t but I needed to buy the ketchup or else I will most probably be hit harder by my worthless Dad.)

Later on, (much much later) I looked back at this to analyze. I wanted to know what exactly happened. The way I see it, it seemed like as if the dog wasn’t expecting me to stay focused on walking without paying attention while every other kid on the neighbourhood would just run for fear of getting bit. I kept my pace, bringing insult to the dog’s pride, so when the dog rushed up to me, expecting me to flinch and run, but I didn’t. So, as he opened his mouth to bark, the teeth hit my arse. . . and since it was still numb at the moment, he got perplexed because I showed no fear, I did not run, then when his teeth hit me, I did not cry.

After that, I should’ve learned not to trust in anything my dad tells me.

As for the other, more important question. Why do I keep getting bitten?

Well, dogs are highly territorial creatures. They’ll defend their turf no matter what especially against rival dogs from other territories. By day, they can see perfectly but by night, they’re as good as blind. By these hours when the sun is down, they rely on their sense of hearing and their sense of smell.

I’ll have to admit. Having been really close to my dog back then, I must’ve smelled like a dog. A rival dog to those which successfully had a taste of mine arse. But that just leads to yet another question. Why oh why does it always have to be the arse? J

Now, sice dogs are domesticated creatures living with their human masters (as a part of the family as the Filipino tradition dictates), why do they get vicious enough to attack humans?

I see a few reasons and please do post them if you see more.

The most common of which I see is that they have been maltreated by their masters. Mongrels, the common dog of the Philippines, are small creatures. Smaller than a grown man but an adult would be larger than the average 5-7 year old kid. If their adult masters keep hitting them for any reason they fancy. Some masters even hit them as an outlet. They’re mad at the world or maybe the world hit them but they can’t hit back. So, to get even, to let out his aggression, he ends up beating the dog. Now, let’s remember that a dog only has a vague understanding of our language and that their language is based on emotions. If their master is hitting them for no apparent reason, the dog might think that its ok for one to beat up another as long as its smaller than you. And kids are small. I hope you keep that in mind while you beat up your dog, you dog beater! Hahaha.

Another reason would be hunger. Let’s face it. If one is hungry, one gets moody or even grumpy. Have you ever been out working your a$$ off then go home to a dinner-less table? It sucks, right? Sometimes it would tick you off. The same goes for the dog. When hungry, it would be really grumpy.

My dog has another reason to chase around kids. Its a good thing it still listens to me or else I could be coughing up plenty of dough for the medical bills to support the victims’ anti-rabies shots. One word from me is still all it takes to stop him from pursuing his target. If only I could teach him to attack any target I point out. Hehehe.

He chooses his targets. The worst mistake they made was to think that dogs were stupid creatures. Well, they’re not. They have good memory.

When we moved in, I took my dog with me naturally but he has to stay outside. I tied him up to be sure he doesn’t cause much trouble. Now, right here, a dog on a leash is a rare sight. Most of the owners just let their dogs roam free. Yes, they’re mostly irresponsible. In rainy nights, my dog’s barkadas (friends) would have to sleep in my yard, beside my dog, just to stay dry. Imagine that. They can’t even provide a good enough sleeping area for their dogs. My dog is actually sweet. He’d leave some of his food for his friends to finish off. The other dogs are usually hungry at night so I don’t mind as long as food isn’t wasted. Besides, my dog is making friends and is now a respected member of the dog neighbourhood community. They’d follow his lead. He would bark at the Drug addicts trying to make their way to their suppliers in the area and all the other dogs would follow suit. There were nights when all of them had to make too much of a racket that I had to literally drag my dog inside the house just to stop all the racket. And since my dog is silenced, all the other dogs remain silent. Whoa, my dog is their leader now! Hahaha.

Now, there are kids who make fun of my dog just because he’s on a leash. They kept mocking him just because he’s tied up. I’d try to stop them, tell them not to do that, but to no avail. They only devised something they thought was clever. They’d mock my dog silently by making agry faces. Being a smart dog, he knew he was being mocked and responds by trying to chase them down (naturally) only to be kept back by his leash. I caught quite a few of them trying to do this and tried my best to talk to them but they would just run. Being able to understand dogs, especially my dog, I knew what would happen if this keeps up. My dog would become vicious, easily agitated. Might even end up biting kids like I was when I was a teeny tiny tod.

I can’t have that. What I did was to let my dog loose. I removed him from his leash. (But only in day time. By night, he’s either sleeping inside the house on his li’l corner or he’s in the front yard, tied to a leash.)

I allowed him to freely chase down every kid who has mocked him. Naturally, he’d bark before running off so I had warning everytime he was to pursue a target. I would naturally stop him and he would oblige. The important thing to him was that he was freely able to express his reply to their mockery and that he wasn’t on a leash anymore while doing just that.

A few hours later, he regained the respect of the kids. Problem solved.

But this morning, it took me by surprise. He stalked target silently. All I heard was a kid shouting out in surprise and in fear as the dog was already inches away from him. I looked out the window and saw a boy. It was the same boy who was silently mocking him before. What my dog did was silently stalk him. How cool was that. Another proof that my dog is a genius. Hehehe.

I called off my dog and he obliged. I was pleased. Then I told the kid that this happened because he was mocking my dog, that it was his fault in the first place. Stupid kids. Now I await the parents. If they’re to arrive, I’ll get all the chance I needed to tell them how their kid has been showing disrespect to my dog. Disrespect to my house. Disrespect to me. If they won’t listen, then its their loss. Their son would most probably grow up as an @$$h073. Then when he grows up as a man, and he’s still dissin’ me, I’ll be free to knock his head in. Hehehe!

That’s an example of another reason why dogs become vicious. The people who keep mocking them messes up their heads. They start losing the “friendly” mood. If things go on, they’ll start thinking they should attack anyone who remotely resembles those who are mocking them. Simply put, respect the dog and it will respect you. Simple as that.

Please do post this blog entry at wherever you want. The more people who knows about this, the safer the kids are from getting attacked by a dog. Be responsible. Love your dogs.