I have the solution to a zero crime Philippines.

Manny Pacquiao should have a match EVERYDAY.

I'm serious.

Last Monday, I read a newsreport that on the day of Manny Pacquiao's fight with Eric Morales*, the Philippines had zero crimes. Everybody, even the hardened criminals, were busy watching the fight on tv.

*As I'm blogging this, I'm not quite sure if he fought with Eric Morales. Obviously, I was the only one not tuned to the tv. Nobody in my household watched the fight. My parents were having home serviced massages, my sister and I were online, my little brothers were watching cartoons. We only found out Pacquiao won when we went to Church and the priest announced that Pacquiao won.

The moment I opened my eyes today, I learned that our old Black Labrador, Chester, passed away.

Chester, who I fondly call Chesie- Wesie, actually belonged to an uncle. However, he stayed with us for a few years because our house would have a backyard for Chester to play in while my uncle's house didn't.

Chester grew up to by a huge dog and because his coat was black, all the more he looked scary and harmful. Many feared that he would attack them.

But Chester was actually a very gentle dog. Sure, he'd bark when someone's there but he would never attack. He can be so harmless that we would always joke that he's not an effective guard dog. One could sneak past his nose while he is asleep even! He, the sight of him, was simply a deterent for burglars.

He was also gentle around kids. My brother, at 2 years old, who was even shorter than Chester whenever Chester sat (remember dogs are taller when they sit rather than stand), wasn't even scared of him. Chester wouldn't even get angry when my brothers would pull his tail. My brothers would even hug him, not carrying if he was infested with fleas and ticks. My cousin, Sofia, who is now two years old, isn't scared to go to him. Just this New Year, while we were at my uncle's house, Sofia opened the screen door to the walkway where Chester was and stood there petting him and sometimes, entertaining him by dancing in front of him. I was even amazed when their pet poodle, Samantha, who was merely a puppy, was being makulit by jumping at Chester, trying to reach his nose. Normally, other dogs would get annoyed and bark to scare the little dog away but Chester didn't budge. He just sat there and let Samantha be.

Last night, after I got home from a party, my laptop was left online. I decided to change my yahoo avatar and as I was changing it, I saw the Black Labrador add in and remembered Chester. I remember someone saying that Chester was getting old and he might die soon. It was a saddening thought. I regretted not being able to hug him when I last saw him. Instead, I gave him a pat on the head and scratched his throat a little. I mentally gave him a hug, I envisioned myself sitting at my aunt's doorstep, giving him a tight hug.

When I woke up at 2pm this afternoon, I found out that he died today. Possibly of a heart attack. He was fine this morning, and even ate breakfast. My cousin Nicolas was the one who discovered him. He wasn't responding when he called him and that's how they knew. I chatted online with my other cousin, Chino, and my sister (eventhough she was just in the next room- I know, we're lazy like that) and found out that Chester was our favorite dog. We even swapped stories about him. I texted my uncle and aunt and told them my condolences and that he was the best dog in the world and they agreed. They buried them at the lot/ playground beside their house, placed flowers and a cross that said, "the best dog in the world." My cousin, who is only 6, and never goes to church suddenly wanted to go to church and pray for him. This was a delightful surprise because his parents are non- practicing Catholics (meaning, they don't go to Church).

I suddenly remembered my brother who's away right now. He was the one who took care of Chester while he stayed with us. He would definitely be saddened by Chester's demise. In fact, he never had the chance to say goodbye. It's been more than a year since they last saw each other. My sister, Ara, mentioned in her blog that one time, when we went to the Island, where my lola stays, Chester was there. My brother, Enzo, and Chester were both happy to see each other. You could tell because Chester wagged his tail so hard while my brother hugged him. I bet my brother would give anything to see Chester again.

Rest in peace, my dear Chesie Wesie.

You're now in doggie heaven.

Neither I nor anyone drank a single drop of coffee for this planner.

I got this just because I knew someone who knew someone inside.

Hehehe!!!

It's 6am and I just dropped by to say that it'll be awhile before I blog again.

It's not that I lost my groove again. I've got tons of it, really.

Now it's time that I lost. So much to write, so much work to do, so little time. Bleh.

And what's frustrating is my computer is soooo slow that it had to be reformatted twice this week!

Damn Limewire's latest version, screwing up my system! (And yet, this tv addict can not not have Limewire. I need to know what's happening next on Veronica Mars/ Lost/ One Tree Hill/ OC/ Desperate Housewives.)