Poker face

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The others would wonder if I had any plans. From an outsider's POV, my actions are a string of rash decisions without a definite goal.

 Sure, the path is meandering. Sure, I've already made 31 trips around the sun. Sure, I haven't made any substantial savings or investments.

 Nonetheless. Even so.

 I chose this path. This path is mine. While some choices were made out of habit, I acted to maximize the effects of each choice.

  I'm guessing this is one of those affirmation speeches I give to myself once in a while. [shrugs]

  Never ever reveal your entire hand. Show a card, show another, build it up to win. Please note, this approach is NOT applicable when it comes to dealing with and interacting with your partner.

That knowing smirk

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It's soooo easy to catch a liar. Throw contrary evidence to the ground and say it's the truth (despite knowing otherwise) and seeing the dumb bastard agree confirms the analysis.

 Never say you've read a book to a bookworm. If he says he's read that book, he has. Be wary of his questions, as he would ask things that he knows about, things he can say are otherwise just to catch you lying.

Looking back and letting go

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   I was traveling to MOA along EDSA yesterday (20-Aug-2014) when I suddenly felt nostalgic. Plumbed and appraised my feelings and memory showed me the trips I took along that road.

   No surprise, the trips that held much emotion for me along that road were those trips to the airport, trips that lead me to airplanes that flew to Bacolod.

   The relationship itself was educational.

   There are simply those people that can't keep it in their pants. Or, in this case, keep their skirt on.

   There are also females that forget that they're mothers despite having two noisy adorable reminders of their motherhood.

   Children are, intrinsically, innocent. They grow as they are raised. They love those who give them love. I guess that part was hardest; the walking away from those two girls that became a part of my life for seven months.

   Trust is an act of faith. Trust is the basic foundation of a positive relationship. When trust is broken, it stays broken. Ergo, never break it if you wish to maintain the relationship.

   Since this is about the past, I'm burying this post on the day I was born.

Color it red - Paglisan

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It's sad when a door closes. There's something final about closing it behind you and walking away.

It's sad when what you walk away with are memories that would easily eat up several houses' worth of rooms in a memory palace but you can't keep them all because you want to stop hurting.

It's sad when the photographs you have can fit in a zip file that's less than 20KB yet your memories of the times together are so much more.

And yet, one must move forward.

A dancing Piggy

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Despite having read blurbs and spoilers of it, I still bought X-Wing: Mercy Kill.

 I bought it for the following reasons:

  1. I love snubfighter or airfighter combat and maneuvers.
  2. I love how the Expanded Universe develops the characters of the X-Wing squadrons.

  3. I empathize with Voort "Piggy" saBinring.

 The book started with a successful mission that would have a significant impact on the latter chapters. Think kismet. And then comes the various missions that they go through to achieve their goal of gathering enough intelligence against their target. Yes, they are a band of rogues with a noble cause. That appeals to my Chaotic Good nature. "I don't bend rules. I bend them - a lot."

 The book goes through heart-ache and success, loss and gain.

 And you know what rocked? Piggy danced. He danced for the mission, TWICE, and it was pivotal to their success. And he danced because he was happy.

 Loss and gain. 

 Song and dance.

Doors, closed and opened

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Sahara Mizu's My Girl has just ended. Slice of life mangas being what they are, their lifespans tend to be short since holding the audience's attention is hard unless you give the characters a lot of problems/aggravation or changes that the reader can relate to. The fact that Masamune and Kohaku's father-and-daughter relationship started off in one of the weirdest ways hooks you in. Kohaku's very observant for a young girl but her naiveté colors her observations in such a novel and captivating way.

My Girl showed how people can get stuck in something pivotal and important. Of course, it's reasonable to expect that people will be attached to the strong emotions and thoughts. With that in mind, My Girl showed how people can move on if they actually try and give it their all. Sometimes, it's the threat of losing something or the actual loss that drives people to change and move on from that something pivotal and important and grow. It's those little epiphanies that give closure and lets one move forward.

The art was simple and adequate. It's different enough from Usagi Drops but the effect is the same. The simplicity lets you focus on the story while it gives you a clear picture of what the characters are like so you can empathize with them.

The story is sweet as it showed love in one of it's purest forms, the love of father and daughter. I can relate, as I've raised my youngest sister. There's the weight of responsibility and the joy of seeing a person become who she is.

And that's why I love reading. As I read and live, the characters' lives add to what I know and am. Isn't Life fantastic and awesome?

Sing, Freedom.

Dance, Destiny.

Gratitude because of Elspeth

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There are so many things that you'd normally ignore. The clear sky. The fact that you can walk. Your fingers and thumbs working as they should.

Just like how atoms make up molecules and how those molecules make cells and how those cells becomes organs and organs create a system that become an individual, life is made up of all those little things. 

I'm a physical therapist so I've seen people that had their faces burned and they can no longer see.

I've seen people that can only roll along in a wheelchair and they can't climb mountains and see that glorious sunset.

I've seen amputees and I can only wish that I can make those prosthetic limbs that will let them relive the joy of holding something as mundane as a pair of chopsticks.

Well, I'm thankful that I'm not missing God's little miracles when it does happen. It sucks when somebody gives you a gift and you don't even say thanks.

So, yeah. Thanks for my life and abilities, God. Thank you for what I have because it lets me reach out and become a better me.