Immunity

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Walking like I have immunity...

Grace

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Let peace take over where grace abounds.
Let grace be abundant for the soul in love.
Let love overwhelm the heart of the pure.
Let purity be a gift to the selfless being.

Alric in Wonderland

1,2,3, smile!

You literally have made a lot of people smile, Alric.

Because you're gifted with that as a photographer.

With your camera, you have the power to make

people smile, to capture this, and to preserve this

for as long as it can last. Hoping that in the passing 

of time these photos will bring them again to a lovely smile.

You do well in making people happy, both on-cam

and off-cam. I would know 'cau se you have
already made me happy a thousand and one times.
Happy birthday, Alric! You deserve a Wonderland.

Big Fish

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Remember that if you're stubborn about growing up and moving on, sooner or later you will get yourself suffocated and many others will be displaced because of your immaturity. Grow up, and move on. There's a much bigger sea for you out there. A little fish bowl, no matter how quaint, might just not be for you. Go on, big fish. Swim your way to the sea.

Surface Thoughts

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We're about to end our research. Few more days and we'll be presenting it before a panel of doctors. I will miss feeding the chickens (not). I will miss cleaning their poop trays and cages (not). I will miss weighing their feeds (not). Ah, but this week will be my last chance to do these things with them, and I just can't wait to get this research over.

With all the rants poured out because of what stress this research has brought over, it's time to thank the people who helped me hold on and understand things I can't easily understand, be it research or non-research related. Thank you, researchmates. You know who you are. I will miss our work sessions together (definitely). See you around. :) 

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Egg party, anyone?

Circus Life II

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But even the unexpected happens in a circus life. A kid drops his lollipop and cries, a mother worries for losing her daughter in the mad crowd of the lion show, a man is turned down in his wedding proposal, and even Mr. Clown cannot escape sadness and tears.

On stage or after the show, life goes on as it pleases. Given a set of choices, we feel empowered to be in such control. But something will always get the better of us. Just when we are left unguarded, just when we are at our most vulnerable state, we experience a situation that pulls us down beyond our imagination. We grimace at the thought of its unexpectedness, and we let ourselves cry. We can dwell on it, wallow in it, and simply sulk, but we could also shrug it off, thinking tomorrow will be a new opening. Same old show, in a different day, but just maybe, the sun will rise from a different pole, and we see a new horizon for the things we hope for.

Circus Life I

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It's amusing. With all the noise, colors and different lights around, you can never get enough stimuli for your senses.

We are amused by their unlikeliness, by their veering away from what's ordinary. And sometimes, we are already annoyed by its unsightliness, but we'd rather be amused by its peculiarity.

And since we brought ourselves into this circus life, where we expect nothing but oddities, we just laugh and jeer with the rest of the audience as if we're really amused, as if we're liking what we see. Oh, the simple and stupid joys in life. 

Stealth Mode

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Today I walk in stealth.
As if I'm not seen nor felt.
Speaking only as needed.

Sorting out my thoughts in anonymity,
today I'm just a face in the crowd.
You don't recognize me.

Non-Entry

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It's already been quite a long blogging silence, and today I just want to break that silence. It's not that I had nothing to say. On the contrary, there were too many things to say, but too little time to filter them. But maybe in summary, the past days have been like a gummy worm, both sweet and sour, takes time to chew, but you never run out of creative ways to eat it.

I'm still chewing as of this moment, trying to digest what has happened these past days, but with all this retrospection and musing, I try not to let myself engulfed with brooding. A couple of good laughs are part of my self-prescribed medication, and so life is only as serious as a little kid takes seriously his handful of gummy worms.

Chance

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There's always a choice, even over things that seem to have no choice. 

We are not slaves by chance, but by choice.