When I Grow Up

Do you remember how it was being a kid? I was lucky enough to grow up around books and was only left with a great imagination to keep myself busy and boy, did I have a crazy imagination. Thank you, Dr. Seuss.

Looking at myself now at the age of 29, I would think that I'm not remotely close to what I wanted to be when I was younger but maybe it's a good thing in some aspects. Some of us are lucky enough to grow up as what we always imagined when we were kids and some of us... well, some of us are still stuck on the fork in the road. But if there were no boundaries, no limitations... what do you want to be when you grow up?
When I grow up, I want to be an... Assassin. Yup, you heard me right. And yes, I am still roaming free in the society. If not an assassin, then a ninja. I don't know where or how I got this idea from but when I was a kid, I wasn't even allowed to watch any kind of violent flicks. I had to cover my eyes when people kissed in movies, so go figure. Now why would I want to be an assassin? You may pop a Prozac and take a deep breath. With the outfit itself, I'm already sold. There is a sense of mystery and anonymity when it comes to the kind of clothes that assassins/ninjas wear. All you see are those squinty eyes that slyly peep out of their masks or they have the hood that seems to keep their face hidden.

and for the more ancient version, I actually like the concept they have from the game "Assassin's Creed" Nerd alert! Nice brown calf leather boots, victorian-sleeve shirt, a red velvet waist band intertwined with leather and steel. Sounds like something out of a Galliano fashion show, non? Sashey, shante!

I'm not really thinking of the whole "slaying" aspect, rather I was thinking of how awesome it was to just carry around those weapons and being able to annihilate someone from your peripheral vision! The bad guy is throwing a dagger from behind you but you somehow manage to throw a bunch of those ninja stars back at him. Seriously..I'm really wondering how they are not bleeding to death with all those sharp things poking underneath their clothes. In fact, back in the day, I found this rusty old machete-type kind of tool as I was rummaging through some construction junk in our lot and I was able to nurse it back to good condition ...shiny and all!

Assassins don't really speak that much but for some reason, they conveniently know every language there is to know..Russian, German, Chinese, Japanese, French, Arabic, etc. The only other languages I know aside from English and Filipino is some broken Spanish and Italian. I'm sure knowing how to ask where the restroom is in Spanish and Italian can come in handy at some point. Assassins need a bathroom break too, you know!

Now obviously, my nemeses are still alive and kicking I never became an assassin.
So now here I am, back in the real world with a day job just like everyone else. It's nothing close to being a cool assassin with cool outfits but hey, it pays the bills and it's got some perks along the way.
Here is a picture of me on my lunch break...

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Toodles!