Okay... So I was bored during the holy week... So what did I do? I fiddled with my yoyos... And I checked my weapons collection.
I have always been fascinated by weapons, the silent ones, not the gun-types. As I was cleaning these guys, I realized why I never let anyone inside my room... It's kinda dangerous. I remembered how my then young cousin was able to open one of my folding knives and couldn't fold it back. Scared and wide-eyed, she opened one of the other knives and was trying to pry the knife wider to fold it back... That got to me... Anyway, here's my small collection, an assortment of doo-dads from years gone by. Seems my dad started me off on weapon collecting. He gave me my first nunchaku, my first arnis book and my first balisong. When he died, I asked my mom for his knives, now they're in my collection too. I coat most of the metal parts in vaseline to prevent rusting.
