Why Blow?

In jeepneys, there can be hold-ups. In FX, there are sexual exhibitions. In trains, you can be sexually molested. In tricycles, your stuff can be snatched. In buses, you can be blown up. These are the cruel scenes in Philippine public transport that happen whenever wherever.
I just don't get it. Why? Why do these kinds of Pinoys do these things? Don't they see the consequences that their fellow countrymen, even they, may suffer?
Actually, I took these situations in a different perspective. If people keep doing these, do they promote less use of public transport? And if that's the case, do they want us to start using bicycles? Now, don't get me wrong, not all can afford a car in this country. The most affordable vehicle available would be bikes. Hence, are we leading to a nation inclined to less use of fossil fuel? Moreover, are we going to get used to sweaty officemates everyday? Will this be a good step for those who die for slimmer figures?

To a more serious note, I am really saddened to how these people give our country a bad image to the world. Do we really need to exhibit crime just to show how much we are suffering in poverty? Do we have to act like animals and hurt other people just to gain what we want?
It's not yet too late for change. Our country does not prosper because we, not only government officials, are trying to step on one another to reach our goals. We are all acting the same. Why not help one another? Why are we only united when we want to cheer for Pacquiao's fights? Why not pull each other up?
The recent explosion of a bomb in a bus on EDSA made me wonder: what will those terrorists get when they bomb buses? Do they earn through body counts? And then what, People fear them? And then what, will they have a better land to live on? It's a shame that they do these without proper consideration. They are only setting traps on their own feet. What if other groups blow up their loved ones? Don't they know how that feels?
Shame shame shame.

It's Lucky Bitch

The house was dark as I stepped in and notice on one table a tiny plate with rice on it. At that very sight, I had the feeling that my little sister Britney-not has bought yet another chick which she would eventually kill. Not that my little sister is a prospect for PETA counseling, she just usually buys chicks and calls them after the Pokemon named “Torchic” which all die due to, well, simple childish negligence. It even came to a point that my best friend Taylor and I started placing bets on how many days will her new chicks live. My little sister blamed her Torchics' deaths to our bets.

As I proceeded inside the house through the dim light of my phone, I stepped on something wet. I had that strong feeling that it was not spilled water. As I checked, I found a tiny ball of black beside it and I almost squealed in excitement (spare me) when I realized that it was a bitch—erm, I mean,puppy!

Meet Lucky, our new pet at home. A friend of dad gave it to us. The name is given by my little sister who is a huge fan of Britney Spears, not Jason Mraz or Kamikazee. Lucky is a little shy because she is a newborn. She whines a lot but not out loud. She's (still) nice to people.

This is the very first time that our own house had a puppy. And I got excited with taking care of it. Maybe because I like the company of something inhuman, though I choose cats because they are more extraordinary than bitches, I mean, dogs. What is odd is that I felt that I was ready to wipe its waste of floors and give it bath when needed. One problem is to potty train. Of course, it would be hard to predict when they are about to drop bombs on certain locations, so it is one tough job when taking care of bitches (yes,bitches shit everywhere). I guess, once the animal raises its legs, we must start carrying it all the way to the bathroom (which reminds me of a scene in Bruce Almighty). Or for an easier yet slightly costly way, we could let it wear diapers. Pfft! Yeah, right!

Taking care of animals is no joke. This requires responsibility and care to creatures who deserve also good life like us humans. That's why I keep on placing bets with Taylor before on the Torchics that we had at home. I want to let my little sister realize what life she could be wasting for lack of responsibility. Well, I am not going to let it happen to Lucky... I guess. Haha