My Chinese Sharpei, Homer

ahh..yes my pet homer. homura...vanessa...

haha, its funny when we call him with the other names other than homer. haha especially when my sister calls him vanessa. hahahaha...this is so hilarious and funny...he's so ugly that he is just so adorable and cute...haha

i remebered the time we bougjht him in Tiendesitas, its like a mall but its an open mall filled with food stalls and tiangge . then there are also some kalesas pulled by horses. there are also these spot where they sell clothes, fashion accessorie, antique items, coffee, suman (rolled sticky rice treats), dirty ice cream carts (not really dirty) and oodles and oodles of people. then we found this particuklar place where my sister and i found a really adorable doggee. it was so pitiful (nakakaawa) to see him. he looks so sad...just like droopy in the old cartoons...haha. so anyways my father bought him for 10k. he haggled it down from 15k. hahaha...so that's my story...i meant Homer's story...haha

 let me add one more thing before we call it quits. on Homer's first night with us my sister woke me up because she was going to take a bath and left homer to my attention. my mind was still foggy and almost blank since i slept late reading Arnol Arre's The Mythology Class. There was this scene where a cute little puppy was actually an aswang and homer looked a lot like it....he was frowning and was straing at me with his sad gloomy face. and i was like, hell, petrified by what ever i just saw. the wild and vivid images of the graphic novel stuck to my eyes as its horrifying image of the aswang was right there in my very eyes...i think i was still half asleep then. until i finally woke up and hugged homer...hahaha...my sister laughed when she saw me staring at Homer like some mad man. haha

that's our story, my pet homer

- damdam 2:42pm, 07/18/08