A Valkyrie Profile 2 Appreciation Post

Let me just take this moment to marvel at the best thing that happened in Play Station history which is the turn-based strategy game that is Valkyrie Profile 2: Silmeria.
Valkyrie Profile 2 is all about a Valkyrie named Silmeria trapped inside the body of Alicia, princess of Dipan. The player then ventures into a world based on Norse mythology by travelling in 2D dungeons and different cities and towns divided by a map.
Aside from its jawdropping graphics, the thing I love the most about this game is its complexity. The story is not the only complex thing in this game, the actual gameplay itself really gives your mind something to work with. From the correct combination of your equipment for your characters to develop the right skill to figuring out which sealstones to carry or to leave on the dais, you will be challenged.
There are even times when I was stuck in dungeons for days because I can’t figure out what the riddles meant and I’m too proud to look for a walkthrough. And I’m being senseless to the non-player, aren’t I?
I guess the thing that you should know about this game is that it has a great gameplay. You navigate worlds in a 2D stage but when it comes to battles, it turns into vivid, real-time-3D. You’ve got to play it to appreciate it.
Have I mentioned that it very, very challenging? HAHA.
And with that said, I am so pissed that I’ve been hearing rumors about Valkyrie Profile 3 for PS3 since last year but they stay as rumors! Please please Square Enix, release it already?

Aren’t you scared of growing up?

When I was about to turn 18, I was ecstatic! Of course, the upcoming party did contribute a lot to the excitement, but more to that, I was excited to finally reach that point in my life wherein my thoughts matter, my decisions are made by me, and honestly, the fact that I can vote thrilled me.
But now that I think of it, I’m scared of growing up more than anything else. I wouldn’t want to be one of those adults that look as if they’re pre-programmed. Watching them, it’s like they have lost their passion for everything. Feeding their families becomes top priority, to the point that having fun is not an option. And the number one rule is, rationalization and practicality before emotions.
I don’t want to become that person. I know there are a handful of adults who are responsible and at the same time still have that touch of youth in them, so I’m just hoping that I’d end up that way. I wouldn’t want to grow up as someone I have despised as a kid. I wouldn’t want to be 80, looking back at my life, and realize that I turned into a robot.
Let this serve as a letter to my 40-year-old self. Hi! It’s still my dream to be insanely rich and successful but please don’t lose sight of the things you used to hold important. Have fun, continue writing about the random thoughts in your head, give our children the fair freedom that you didn’t get as a kid. I’m not saying you should be an irresponsible mother, ha! Just be fair to our children. Don’t let fear of them making mistakes and getting hurt cloud your judgment, they need that to grow. Actually, I just have one advice for you, never forget The Little Prince.
And 40-year-old me, if you’re not with Joel na by this time, I’m gonna kill you.

A Man’s Girl’s Bestfriend

Most of the time, I am the type of person who knows what to do, how to handle things. Break ups? Cry a bit, then act as if you’ve moved on a month later. Friend betrayed you? Keep calm and carry on. (How original) Tripped over a rock? Regain composure and strut like you mean it.
However, if there is one thing that I don’t know how to react to, it’s death. What do you say to someone na namatayan? How do you comfort a person whose loved one they have lost forever? What can saying “my condolences” actually do? And the most important of all, what do I do if I learned that something I love will be gone forever?
Forever is such a strong word, eh? Especially when you know it’s true. I think the sweetest form of forever is in high school promises, even if only a handful of them are actually kept. To have someone utter the words, “I will love you forever,” for you–even if something in your subconscious tells you that while the love might stay, the relationship likely will not–will be the most blissful 3 seconds of your youth. But what happens if forever meant you will never see someone again? What if forever meant something you once held dear, you will never get to lay eyes on again?
I don’t know. I don’t know how to react to that. How can one fully understand death without mastering life first? I used to ask myself why humans even have the capability of attachment if all living things must come to an end. If we had to let go eventually, why were we given the ability to love and hold on?
I just reread that introduction and I just realized that when I finally reveal that I’m talking about the death of my dog you might think I’m too melodramatic. But in reality, I’m not. I’ve had Greco since I was Grade Five, 11 years old. A number of dogs have come and gone in this house when I was little but none of them actually stayed. All of them were given away for reasons I was too young to remember.
But Greco, Greco stayed. He just had his birthday last July 31 and now he’s dead. Got run over by an FX. Just like that. Seven years of his life gone just because of motherfucking vehicle who doesn’t know how to fucking slow down inside a village. Do you know how frustrating that is? My cousin just went inside the house and shouted, “Nasagasaan si Greco!” and I hurriedly went outside and carried him back to the house.
We were already preparing to take him to the vet and then suddenly, he just lost his breath.
Hi Greco, this is my only picture of you because you’re so magaslaw  and can’t even stand still kahit for one picture lang.
Thank you for all the nights you’ve been there when I had no one to cry to, the downside of being an only child, I guess. HAHA. I will never forget how you never liked dog food and had hunger strikes whenever we tried feeding you fish or any other ulam that is unfit for your status as a shih tzu. Also how your barks are basically the same for everyone, whether stranger, friend, or family. And lastly, I will miss how you scratch my doors every night when everyone’s already asleep just so you could sleep in my room even if that meant getting shouted at by mommy in the morning because you’re not allowed here in my room.
I love you, Greco. And I will never forget how big a part you played in my teenage years. Rest in peace but you know I hate those kinda stuff so whatever. Rock and roll in dog heaven.

Let me talk about food

So I haven’t been posting a lot in here because I’ve started with this literary fantasy, the story of Julienne Prescott, that I’ve got outlined in a little notebook and I told myself that I wouldn’t post here unless it’s Chapter 2. But of course, I’m not a gifted writer nor do I have the time to write, read, rewrite, read, then rewrite and read again until I’m satisfied so I’ve been trying to come to terms with the fact that Julienne would have to wait for days now so here I am and I will talk about food.
I have gained a lot of weight ever since who knows when and I have been determined to get back what once was mine, which I would call the-days-when-my-bestfriend-still-qualified-me-as-hot, for so long now. But the problem is everytime my brain’s already in that conditioned state wherein I exercise and eat less, Joel gets in the picture. HAHAHAH.
Being THAT comfortable with a person is dangerous to girl’s figure.
I don’t even want to think how much calories that one meal had. And we pretty much eat like that everytime we’re together. HAHA.
Something must be done. Boyfriend layer must be lost.
In other news, my 3-year-old nephew greeted me with an, “Wow! Ang sexy naman ni Ate Venus!” this morning. I wish everyone, including myself, had his eyes.
PS Flaming Wings will be forever awesome.