Mightier Than Sword

I miss writing. I know that is a very gay thing to say but yes, I actually do miss writing. It’s been weeks since I’ve last written and I fear that if I don’t write everyday I’m not gonna get my Palancas anymore. Yes, baby gurl, that’s in plural form. But that’s not really my topic now, is it? Nope it sure isn’t. What I’d really want to tell you is why I haven’t been writing. I don’t care if you don’t care why, but reading this post was already written in your little chapter on the “Book of Life” long before you were born (Long live determinism!). Hopefully the post title and picture here have already provided enough intrigue for you to read on.

Anyways, the reason why I’ve been slacking off with my writing is that I’ve been practicing my sword skills these past few weeks. Inasmuch as I may like writing very much, brandishing my sword is actually more fun (or to continue the tradition — fun-ner) and enjoyable. And by “practicing sword skills” I don’t mean via swordfighting, because in Pinoy slang that’s espadahan and trust me, you don’t really wanna go there (or maybe you do, in which case I now give you back your free will and read something else… but since you’re already here just read on). Nope, this is still about a sword but of a different sort. And yes, I’m gonna be annoying again by talking in symbols and double-meanings and stuff which are actually quite easy to decipher anyways. Or are they?

I have thought that over the years my sword skills have gone rusty but as soon as I got a hold of it again… well I wanted to say that “it was like riding a bike” except that using a different analogy to describe another analogy can be quite confusing so I’d rather not and so anyways… as soon as the sword was in my hands once again, I was swishing with great dexterity to the amazement of the other warriors. It was like the twelfth century was here and now and I was Aldo Nadi (I just googled “greatest swordsman”). Well, Rurouni Kenshin is probably cooler than Nadi except that Kenshin isn’t a real person no matter what his fans say. So yeah, it was like I was Nadi except that I was holding a badass sword like the picture in this post and not a sissy fencing sword. It was amazing and I still get light-headed (and big-headed) from the feeling of admiration from enthusiasts and respect from fellow warriors. My next project is to be able to master how to double-wield swords. And, as Barney in HIMYM would say: it’s gonna be legendary!

Yes, folks, I cannot just write all the time. Forget Palanca. We all must remember the way of the sword. And besides, the pen is only mightier than the sword from a distance greater than 5 feet.