The Chronicles of Chedeng

This was supposedly an ordinary day.
I woke up and noticed LD had gotten up earlier than me (which happens alot). Groggily walked down the stairs and he greeted me with a smile. He asked me "Kain na tayo?" and I said "Maya na..." It was a typical scenario on a typical day. I went to Steve's farout corner and he smiled (well, I always think he does although he doesn't seem like doing it). Steve licked my hand and tried to jump on my open hand.
After lunch LD and I took him for an afternoon walk and we played under the hot sun. I completely ignored the fact that I was going for the flawless white look (blame it on my whitening pills business) and played with Steve. A few minutes later another dog owner took their pet pitbull (a big black one!) and their mixed breed (I insist they won't be called "askal" because they don't live on the streets anymore) for a walk alongside us. My 11 month old Jack Russell (true to his breed) is always jumpy and hyperactive and started barking to the dog with the mixed breed. My little Steve has always been highly territorial and never passes an oppurtunity to defend "his" land. The two dogs were exchanging not very friendly snarls but I held on to my dog's leash tightly. I noticed the pitbull was inquisitive as well and tried to check out what the commotion was all about by tugging on his own leash. Then it happened. The pitbull's leash cracked and split. He charged into my dog's direction. I let go of my dog's leash so he can defend himself and the other dogs' owner ran off to call on the other owner who knows how to calm down the pitbull. The next thing I knew there were 2 large dogs against my little dog. I thought he was a goner! My bf bravely went into the dog pile and scruffed my Steve by the neck. The other owner of the pitbull came and calmed their pet. It took about 20min before the rumble stopped. And yes, I've been shrieking and crying out for help and silently praying all at the same time.
The end result? The pitbull has a bleeding leg (who would've thought my little dog can injure that massive dog?), the mixed breed has scratches and my Steve with 4 bitemarks. All were bruised and angry but safe. Its safety that matters anyway. The pitbull owners were nice an they apologized profusely for the mishap claiming their pitbull only killed cats (yup, killed) but we apologized as well since their pitbull wasn't in a good shape either. The pitbull's blood has stained the pavement and the dog seemed to be dazed for a bit after the fight.
I hugged my Steve tightly and scolded him for being such a nasty brute but I kissed him, too. He was such a brave dog! The fight was lopsided on the pitbull's end but he fought like a tiger AND survived (which is a miracle!!!).
I therfore conclude (science experiment?) that dogs have nine lives.
Above all I realized God's blessing in every little detail. There is no really such a thing as a typical day. Being alive is so great! Its just us who always have routine. But the world itself... goes on.
*P.S I think dogs pray, too. After the incident I gave my dog a pillow and some old clothes for his bedding. I knew he was tired so I thought to make him comfy. Before I left his dog house I prayed and thanked God for giving Steve another chance. When I opened my eyes to look at him he slowly opened his eyes, too. I guess he prayed with me...

Yes.
As the title itself means.
I HATE THE FACT I WROTE THIS BLOG...
I'm in a relationship with a great guy who loves me dearly and puts me on a pedestal.
I'm his princess. And he's my prince.
Then here goes a typical sleepless night...
Its 2am. Everybody in the household except for my hamsters (and other commonly unwelcomed nocturnal household settlers) is asleep. I took a warm bath, prepared myself a nice cup of tea and settled on a comfy chair in front of the computer. Suddenly (out of nowhere or maybe from the deep ends of my soul) the nagging feeling of urgency to check on an old flame came into me. He's not my friend on friendster so I had to search him on the header. . Ang shunga ko talaga. Nakalimutan ko his sister is my friend pala! Anyway, I went through the task of searching every ___ in friendster. I hardly recognized him when I saw his picture.
It felt very weird.
He seems happy so I didn't dare do any move (Ok fine. Considered move na ang i-view siya!)
After staring at his picture for awhile I realized I've hurt him so much.
I can't say sorry. I don't want to bother his life ever again. I guess I'm writing this blog because I feel, I hope my choice of words give justice to the feeling, still attached to him.
We used to be close. Very close.
Then he left and asked me to wait.
But... you know me. I hate waiting.
Hmmm.
I read his shoutout which says alot about love being like tissue paper. You only realize most of it was wasted on shit after you take the last from the roll.
Siyempre inandaran ako ng pagka-feelingerang echosera ko.
I had to reply through my own shoutout (feeling ako yung tinatamaan. Sosme!)
I hate that I have to write about him. I had more significant stories like how my dog Steve was attacked AGAIN by a pitbull (favorite?) and was rushed to the hospital for surgery (Thank God he has 9 lives like his cat friends. But I hope he won't be attacked again. You should've seen me nag like a single mom and make a scene in front of the neighbors after my dog was bitten. Papabarangay ko talaga yung owner ng pit bull!)
Well, I'm swerving from the topic already.
And before I end this blog... I remember the last message I sent him before he left...

"If you see me walking the road with someone else, its not because I like that person's company, its because you weren't brave enough to walk beside me.
If you hear me talking about that person all the time, its not because that person pleases me, its because you were too deaf to hear my heart beat.
If you feel me falling for someone new, its not because I love that person, its because you weren't there to catch me as I fall."
***I HAVE TO. I have to write this so it won't rot in my system.
YES. I'm letting you go. If you should know...
NO. I didn't cry while writing.
WE'RE BOTH FREE.