Memories of yesteryear

It's funny how the human mind works. Each sense can invoke a memory long dormant, stored in the recesses of our brain. The smell of a flower. The silhouette of an image. The hum of a song. The taste of something you forgot you once had. The familiar trace of fingers along your body.

Sometimes the good memories show up, and it brightens your entire day. Sometimes they'll bring a tear to your eye and shake you to your core.

Good or bad, the memories that burst through make who I am. What I am. And those experiences helped to shape my life to the point it's at now. My mother passed when she was 39, barely having seen a fraction of the wonders that my eyes have witnessed in the last four. Her death fractured our family apart, as she was the glue that held us intact. Only in the last few years have the pieces of my family been precariously placed back together. It's been slow going, but the difference is noticeably night and day. This bonding of father and son and the continuing life lessons are what helped me decide to remain in Taiwan for another year, though my heart yearns to be back home in Texas, where my friends are, where things are familiar.

Don't worry though, I'll be back for a while, and before you know it, I'll be back for good. Just try not to forget about me.

Random memory of the day

As I rode on the MRT to work today, I stared out the window and noticed some clothes being hung out to dry and saw some ladies
undergarments (read: granny panties). That reminded me of my trip to Shanghai last year when I was visiting my good friend Victor who was there for work. We were exploring the city, walking through various neighborhoods and enjoying the architecture, when I noticed some laundry hanging to dry and noticed a pair of granny panties. No big deal, except that there was a skid mark on the back side. And that folks, is my random memory of the day.