"Arf! Arf! Arf!"
November 28, 2007I wonder how blissful ignorance can be.
While I was still working, after doing all the things I could possibly do in a day, I stop for a moment, look for my dog, and watch him do the lord’s work. All he knows is lie anywhere and sleep for the whole day—just that! He doesn’t eat much, he doesn’t bark often. (I bet he has only barked 20 times for his damned life.) Basically, his everyday goal is to be a trash on the floor. And no, he is not sick. He has been like that ever since we got him.
I used to ponder on how he thinks and feels toward life, toward his. Does he feel completely happy with how he spends his day? Or does he want more to his life than just lie around? Because if you get see him, he really seems fully contented.
Now, being off from the corporate world, I realized, I have become my own dog. I am the one to throw those questions at. I wake up everyday most likely goal-less, spend my day just ‘cause. Worse, I am not doing anything yet to pass through this limbo. Would you consider me lazy? I don’t want to know.
Okay, my dog and I may have the same lives. We both love to roll ourselves into a “relaxness”. The only thing that makes me different from him is that I am not an ignorant fool. And guess what? That “only thing” blows every blissfulness off my life! My conscience incessantly pricks me and tells me to make something good out of my days and out of my life, i.e. get a job, or else… [honestly, I don’t want to know the consequences myself, so let’s just leave this phrase hanging.]
Well, I wish one day I will learn how blissful ignorance can be. But then, I don’t want to be a dog, so just better forget about this random thought.
=)
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ninang, that diary is funny but true!
i so enjoyed it! 
Cute, no? Ja, kelan birthday mo?
Posted by Ninang Jay at January 30, 2008, 9:45 pmsuper cute, hinika si mama sa simula palang, kakatawa!
ninang di mo na alam kelan? sabay kami ni alex. magkabirthday ang magaganda!
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Well… dogs are funny that way. It doesn’t take much to make them happy and content. Food and love. That’s about it. Lots of attention makes them your slave for life.
Here’s something Uncle Matt sent me on the difference between Cats and Dogs:
DOG DIARY
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 PM - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
CAT DIARY
Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the
rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of
escape.
In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am. There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was
placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn
what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try
this again tomorrow — but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
Posted by Ninang Jay at January 30, 2008, 12:10 am