Violent or extravagant speech or writing; rave. A place where I visit and publish thoughts every now and then, (my daily record of good and bad memories, especially my personal record of events, experiences, and observations; my journal of music, bicycling stories, and other stuffs.)
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
A room with a view.....
microdot sleeve:A room with a view is a Korean brand of stationery which I usually use in the old days when writing love letters and stuffs. And it comes in different colors like red, beige, black, blue, etc.
Paano na lang kaya sa susunod na eleksyon? Ngayon pa lang magulo na. May ambush, may sumabog na kotse ng Cong., sigawan ng mga Cong., banta sa buhay ng Cong., banta na rally ng Cong., Cha-Chang urong sulong na pilit sinasayaw ng mga Cong. Mga mukhang King Kong. Sa nagdaang mga araw, bukod sa mga pangyayari sa Bicol region, kung anu-ano ang nakita ng aking mga mata. Gaya ng titulo ng sulat na ito, parang nasa loob ako ng kwartong tinutukoy habang natatanaw sa bintana ang kaliwa't kanang nangyayari sa labas.
Minsan may lumapit, may lumapit sa amin ni sanpit, sampaguita ang kanyang tinda, isang batang gustong makauwi na. Naalala ko ang mga nagsigawang Congresista. Kung paanong yun poste sa may kanto, nakasandal sa kanya mga basura ng tao, ganun pa rin sa gobyerno, walang pagbabago. Kung paanong dun sa may lubak, maraming batang hubo't hubad na umiiyak at nakayapak, ganun pa rin sa gobyerno, walang pagbabago. "Ang tunay na mukha ng bayan mo," sabi nga ng isang kanta, maiiyak ka. Mga progress fairs at sweet conspiracies ng mga Pulitiko ang gigising ng umaga mo. Mga balitang kung minsan ay ayaw mo ng pakinggan. Maraming dapat gawin, maraming dapat tiisin. Lately, may mga nakipagkaibigan, sa dami nila, wala akong maalala, maliban sa isa, at siya'y si Katrina. Kung tawagin ng friends Quamie, studying psychology. Mula sa kwento ng kanyang mga alaala, naisulat ko ang ganitong istorya. Istorya ng mga munting alaala. Sa labas ng bintana, patuloy ang pakikipagbaka.
Sa Biyernes na darating PBK na namin. Masarap ang pakiramdam lalo't iyong alam na matapos mo itong makitang lahat, ika'y magpapasalamat.
Happy Pasalamat po sa lahat ng mga Kapatid!!
Minsan sa aking pag-iisa, narinig ko sa kabilang kwarto ang awiting ito na tungkol sa isang silid ng alaala, isang silid na puno ng sugat at halakhak, isang silid sa ating pagkatao na minsa'y naging marumi at ngayo'y nililinis..... Ang ating puso.
Microdot Sleeve:I don't want this rant to put on hold or leave it on the hanging because I am having some brainfreeze lately. Anyway, here goes the past few days.
I am experiencing mindblackout lately I guess due to my hectic schedules like duties, cousins, etc. About a few days back, I've asked Doll to help me and motivate me or somethin' so I can go back on the table and write. But she have problems that time, so no dice. Then I've decided to watch an old VCD movie "Elizabethtown." There were lots of rock and roll music included on that film. It's a good one and it's becoming my favorite. Anyway, I've done a lot of fumbling on my celfon recently like downloading real java applications(I said "real" because I can really use the application to help me on a lot of things regarding on my writings) and some nice graphics and animations. It reminds me of my Ferrari days when my celfon back then had a lot of stuffs regarding Ferraris. I was also asked by Miss Spain to make a blogsite for her and I said I'll try. Yesterday, I've discovered some nice skins or layouts which I can use. Maybe I'll make another blogsite for myself. Something different from this one. Lots of plans.....
So, here's a song by a Canadian alternative rock band OLP or Our Lady Peace set on a "Torque" movie clip. Off their 2002 "Gravity" album here's "All For You" plus a bonus video "Not Enough" also from the same album, a video dedicated to Dragon Ball Z's "Goku" fans.
All For You Our Lady Peace
A suburban man at my door But I don’t think I’ll let him in He wants discipline Discipline, control over the way I live Wants the best for me An old school philosophy But I can’t turn my back on him He’s a part of me Buy me anything but I just need a friend
It’s all for you You got me where you want It’s all for you, oh Just stop breaking my heart You’re the blood of a seed and its all that I need Got me where you want It’s all for you, oh You got me, oh, you got me
Jack Kerouac K-K-K-Kerouac On the road and in my head And the irrelevance (or I need relevance), intelligence A new tattoo a lot more sex Broken families A new enemy And you will not make up for this This suburban man he wants discipline But I just need a friend
It’s all for you You got me where you want It’s all for you Just stop breaking my heart You’re the blood of a seed and its all that I need Got me where you want It’s all for you You got me, oh, you got me where you want
Leave me alone Oh, leave me alone
So never run You got me where you want All for you, stop breaking my heart
You got me where you want Its all for you, oh Stop breaking my, stop breaking my heart You’re the blood of a seed and its that I need Got me where you want Its all for you, oh Cause you got me, oh, you got me where you want It’s all for you Oh Just stop breaking my, stop breaking my heart It’s all for you, oh Got me, got me where you want It’s all for you My heart It’s all for you, oh You got me oh, you got me where you want Leave me alone
Just an average guy who loves talking about the arts, bicycling, the mind, music, stuffs within our hearts, the kid inside us, things that you don't usually spill out to others, some articles in the paper, things that we see everyday yet we shrugged away.
Time is never time at all, you can never ever leave without leaving a piece of youth. Today is the greatest day I've ever known, can't wait for tommorow. Bored by the chore of saving face. This is The Smashing Pumpkins Song and Lyrics Quiz on a Hangman Game. Enjoy playing by the rules.
If I had to mention all the bands who have in one way or another played a big part in my musically inclined life, I would have a long boring lists on the sidebar panel there wouldn't be room for tags and other stuffs.
A collection of images and lips wearing cheeses, cracking fragile smiles, grinning and laughing, pulling hairs down-over a frowning sigh inside the camera's eye.
BrethrensFamiliesFriends
SomewhereinLondon
RememberingTheAlphabet
I wonder what happened to A to Z Music Shop in Anonas, Cubao? A place where I usually hang-out with friends back in the 80's. A shop where you can find vinyls straight from U.K. labels released by bands like The Dead Car, Xymox, Stiff Little Fingers, Bauhaus, The Dead Can Dance, Lick The Tins, Sham69, Tones on Tail, Balaam and The Angel, It Bites, and a lot more.
QuotesfromTheFamous
The secret to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources.
I love bicycle riding today because I loved bicycle riding as a boy, and that's all there is to it.
If I only have kids now, I want them to love riding tomorrow, so I get them on bikes today. It's that simple. That somehow, they will learn how to balance or pedal and build memories. That's the key to it; building memories. That's what will keep the wheels turning.
There's no problem in the world you and a bunch of friends can't solve by talking it over on a long bicycle ride.
There's something special about pedaling triple digits---riding more than most people like to ride in a single day.
Races are won or lost in the mountains. So are charity rides, coffee shop out-and-backs, and solo rides when the hill from hell gets the best of you---again.
Climbing is cool; endurance impressive. But to really WOW your friends, there's nothing like a locomotive sprint. There's some truth, of course, to the old saw that sprinters are born, not made.
When removing your pedals, put your chain on the big ring to keep your hands from hitting the teeth if your wrench slips.
True and tension your wheels every other month.
How is bicycling like a religion? You feel guilty when you don't go.
In cycling, your chances of seeing barbaric violence or bloodshed aren't good. A crash or busted collarbone is about all you'll get.
4 Sounds that are louder to you than anyone else.
1. Your cleats sliding across the sidewalk.
2. The sound of your collarbone snapping.
3. Chainsuck.
4. Chain link popping.
Looking down and realizing you've been in the big ring the whole ride.
4 Satisfying hurts.
1. Sore quads the day after a hard ride.
2. Bruises earned while mastering a skill.
3. Sprinting.
4. Minor injuries received during successful repairs.
Gravel is no place to turn. Stay straight until you're out of it.
4 Moments of absolute clarity during a bridge.
1. Knowing you can.
2. Not knowing if you can---but going anyway.
3. Catching them quietly, sitting up and waiting for them to notice you.
4. Gaining, gaining, gaining---then getting stuck, dangling off their backs, dying, unable to get close and refusing to quit.
Spend one day of the week pedaling faster, not riding faster.
On hard accelerations, avoid the common mistake of holding your breath.
Don't move your weight too far forward. Your shoulders should not go past the front wheel axle.
If you're light, you spin and get out of the saddle a lot. If you're heavy, you push bigger gears and sit.
Climbing is a skill filled with subtlety and specialty---two lightweights can be as different as a sprinter is from a time trialist. If you understand the fine points of how your body should be matched to a climbing style, you'll ascend with more power and confidence.
Say this three times before your next climb: Shift to the gear before you need it.
Ride rough pavement with your hands on top of the bar. Use your arms, not the saddle, to support your weight.
Trust your bike.
In a pinch, you can use the handle of a hub's quick-release for a tire lever.
If your shifting is sluggish... from high to low in front or from low to high in rear, you have gunk in the housings.
Because we can't stalk things anymore. It's a molecular, biochemical instinct that is stifled by modern life. When you're biking you're moving fast and rapid motion harkens back to when our ancestors had to catch food to eat it---chase it down, just like predatory animals. Every gland in the body is in a high state of alert. You experience hightened awareness. You're smarter and more skilled. It's a primitive need within all of us.
Why do we really, really, really like dropping our best friends? Residual monkey instincts. In monkey and ape societies, young males learn who is stronger by play. That keeps them from hurting each other when they need to contest for power later. outsprinting or outclimbing your friends is the same thing.
Why do we feel superior to nonriders? There's something called the cavalier dynamic. Dating back many centuries, a guy on a horse was superior to foot troops. There was a characteristic disdain from the mounted cavalier to the pikeman---we are fast, we are fleet and you are not.
Why is 90 rpm the magic cadence? Science doesn't know exactly why were most efficient at this leg speed. Cyclists, not laboratories, determined that 90 is best. Riders have tried variations since bikes were first raced, and it always comes back to 90 rpm, give or take 5. Lab geeks do know that 90 isn't the most efficient in terms of oxygen consumption. But in cycling there must be something about the muscles and their ability to produce force that's more important than how much oxygen they're using. It's a complex issue.
Why is one bike never enough? Because, before they could make tools and weapons, our evolving hominid ancestors had to stock up on sharp rocks whenever they could. Unfortunately, when it formed these survival instincts your body never anticipated that at some point it would be easy for you to have multiples of things you value. In other words: It's beyond your control. What better justification for a new bike.
Shave your legs. It won't really make your bike faster, but it'll make you feel faster. Because when air goes over your bare skin you feel faster.
Why do we emulate pros with our equipment and clothing? It's not about imitation. It's about belonging. You could wear tube socks and have just as much fun on a ride, but pro costuming makes you part of something larger than yourself. This drive for connection isn't caused by or limited to our media drenched society: A lot of people in primitive countries wear, say a 49ers T-shirt even though they've never seen a football game. Self-enhancement through this kind of performance art is a basic urge.
It's hard to wait for mail while the open road sings... ...a song that calls you out again and again. Fast wheels beneath your frame, no commitments and wind through your spokes---a catchy tune. But waiting is what happens when bad timing leaves you hanging with weary mind hoping for a letter that may change your life.
Cycling's special treasure. You have legs like no other athlete. Cyclists develop a split running down the back of the calf that can't be found in other sports. When you see that V, you know the calf has been worked by riding.
Caffeine can help your body tap the energy contained in stored fat, conserving your primary muscle fuel.
Climbing makes you stronger faster than any other type of riding. Include at least one hilly course per week.
Going hard from the start of every ride isn't training, it's cruelty to muscles. Start a training ride at a gentle spin.
Avoid total lay-offs. In only 12 days you'll go halfway from your trained state to the level you'd be if you never trained at all.
Your clothing should never be more impressive than your riding skills.
Show up for a group ride with a bike that needs a bottom bracket overhaul or similar major repair. Be sure to promise to have it fixed in 5 minutes, then make 'em wait 2 hours. Everyone should be that person once. It's called empathy.
Ride with slower people. Savor the scenery and companionship. Offer tips on how to improve. Then smoke 'em on a hill. Just kidding.
Race. It's fun. It's scary. It's so fun it's scary. Oh, yeah--there's no better way to improve fitness and bike handling, either.
Ride a century, because triple-digit days separate us from the civilians. They can't even imagine it. Done one? Try a double. Already logged 200 kms in one day? OK, you win.
Turn on a spouse, a friend, a kid, or a neighbor to cycling. You're a disciple, so enlarge the flock.
Run errands on your bike while wearing street clothes. Remind yourself--and everyone who sees you--that bikes are not just toys.
Wear a helmet. I want you to keep ridin'.
The hill is a giant. Attack its head, not its foot.
Not replacing a borrowed tube is a good way to lose riding partners.
Cleaning your bike once a week is good. Cleaning it after every ride is grounds for therapy.
Is it strange to sleep with your bike? No, it's not exactly strange. That's not the right word for it. What is it exactly? Hmmmm. Oh yeah, it's friggin' incomprehensible.
More speed or more control? Control proves to be much faster than picking gravel out of your glutes while you wait for a replacement bike.
Speed is just a number. Control has many dimensions---holding your line as straight as a rail as a car barrels by a foot to your left, slowing down just enough so the light turns green as you reach it without having to unclip, being more graceful on two wheels than you ever are on two feet.
Rants by Nakabike @ 1:46 PM
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