Yaya, who moved my cheese?

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Our family has uprooted itself from the warmth and safety of Manila and moved to Twilight country. 

MWAH!

A Thousand Floodgates Opened

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Man, my kid just said one of the worst things I’ve heard in the time I’ve been a dad.

“Papa, take away your phone.”

I fucking died.

Heart failure

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A few weeks ago my wife and I had a fight. It was our anniversary that day. Ouch, I know. 5 years of marriage and 2 kids later, it seemed like we had stopped moving forward. It’s more complicated than that of course. Marriage is a complicated beast. And most of the time, at least in our case, the things that complicate it are the things that are left unsaid.

The vast depth of the ocean.

Why do we do the things we do?

You could spend your entire life not fully knowing who you are. Is that how life works? A man on his death bed will discover how he truly will act when faced with the imminent end to his life. Even in his dying moment, who he truly is will rise to the surface, the last gasp of air before returning to the unknowable void.

You can spend your life living as an image, a photocopy of other people’s expectations or you can live as you truly are, an original. Most people live in between. After all, you won’t know yourself fully until your dying day.

Self Medication

The wife and I started the new year with a bit of self … help?

It’s funny you know, the term ‘self-help’ is often looked down upon, (at least most guys think so) and the people you catch in the self-help section of the bookstore are perceived as weak or unstable or someone with serious problems. Me too you know, I’ve always been skeptical of people getting inside my head and riding around on the roller coaster of my memories. Myself included. I don’t like rehashing the past. In fact, I’d like to forget it.