twenty five ten zero nine
“you may not remember the time you let me go first.
or the time you dropped back to tell me it wasn’t that far to go.
or the time you waited at the crossroads for me to catch up.
you may not remember any of those, but i do
& this is what i have to say to you:
today, no matter what it takes, we ride home together.”
(storypeople)
8:51 pm.
lately as i was reading some stuff online, i came across the storypeople website. their works are funny yet so creative. probably their works really connect coz it’s a part of reality. and the quote i did for tonight was the sweetest one i found on their site. this is just so real. i can feel so many connections in those lines. it connected coz those lines really make sense. it’s true. it’s real. when i saw it, it just gave me the creeps.
it’s true. most of the times, i may walk behind you. or at times, i may walk past you. but time will come when im gonna walk with you. beside you. hand in hand, together we’ll walk into the sunset.
after 6 days, im finally back to running. yeah. today is my first day run after almost a week. the injury made me stop for a while. and when i was ready to roll, the rain came. but today was perfect for a run. not that cold though at the 50s but today had clear skies.
the running forum is right somehow. even if you get to stop running for a while, you can never lose that endurance. though i was not running as fast as my regular speed, i felt sharp for the whole 5 mile run. but i had a hard time fine tuning everything for the first mile though. but over all was just perfect. the thigh is still a little bit sore though. but well.
“all at once the ghosts come back
reeling in you now
oh what if they came in crushing”
(dave matthews band)
i always attempt for balance. just like a seesaw, the center of a perfect balance is the equilibrium. and that equilibrium is a strength. it’s a source of a power. in balance. there is harmony. in balance, there is a symphony.
balance is the center point of the equal summation of both opposites. it’s the focal point of two ironies. yin and yang. black and white. left and right. love and hate. peace and war. fire and water. good and evil.
my piercings is a visual proof to my unending attempt for the perfect equilibrium. i wear black on one side and raw steel on the other.
my ink says the same as well. this human canvas is a living proof of ironies meeting somewhere in between. this higher art form will show the harmony of opposites. that there lies the perfect symphony in the equilibrium between two extremes.
“when the light falls on your face,
don’t let it change you
when the stars get in your eyes,
don’t let them blind you”
(saving jane)
lunch menu for two days: jalapeno and coke. perfect. LOL
10:49 pm.
through the past 18 years, my ink has been a progression of sorts. i always write about it. it’s no different from what i write on here. these things reflect my fascinations, dreams, convictions, hate, love and aspirations. this log and my ink is a story of this life. it’s basically the summation of this ongoing journey immortalized. this will serve as a witness for the generations to come. this will show who i really am and what i’m made of. this is me. and that’s what it really is.
the samurai warrior. this is one of my fascinations. it’s their valor and the courage that amaze me. plus the loyalty and commitment to someone they swore allegiance to. it’s chivalry and being a gentleman i guess. and how they would stand up to their principles and even shed blood or sacrifice their lives for the things they believe in is just amazing.
this would explain the samurai warrior inked on my left arm. the warrior in his full battle dress was neatly done in detail for two days. and the way of the blade, the 12 codes of the bushido is inked in kanji characters on my back. it is the way of the samurai i want to emulate as well.
and the same is true with the culture of the american indians. the valor and standing up to what they have and what they believe in. that’s what i think is the true mark of a real warrior.
tattooed on my left hand as well is a portrait of sitting bull, a sioux chief and medicine man. my fascination for their culture explains why he’s immortalized on my skin as well.
well. life’s journey is always an ongoing battle. as i always keep writing on here, nothing ever comes on a silver platter that’s why i always have to fight to have the things i want in this world. and i will still have to fight for these things in order to keep them. that’s how things had always been since i can remember. but i got what i wanted. and i got to keep those that i wanted to keep. and this is a reference to one thing. that we too are warriors in our own lives. coz it’s about surviving. it’s about achieving. it’s about winning. coz life as described by mr darwin is the elimination of the unfit. yeah. life is a struggle. and only the fittest will survive. that’s true.
“don’t let your eyes refuse to see
don’t let your ears refuse to hear”
(ray lamontagne)
in my desire to be unconventional and in my desire to be against the norms, i always dare to be different. and from that i become unpredictable. and that’s another conviction for me. i always think that unpredictability is power. it’s a source of strength. coz they will never know what’s up or how it is with you. you will always come as a surprise. they would never know. and they would be just so clueless all the time. coz things will just sweep them off their feet.
as i said crashes are and will always be a part of biking. it’s in the total package of the sport. just the same. the pain and all the hurt are and will always be a part of life. rejections and all these things serve as our learning points. these things make us better. these make us stronger. these things make us even tougher. coz these things make just make us ready for more. coz all the pain, the hurting and all the rejections never stop. it will never stop.
it has been a life so far. but there are no regrets whatsoever. it was all my decisions along the way. i wouldn’t trade this life for anything in this world. in fact, there’s no one to be blamed. not even myself. but i have everything to thank for. coz all those things happened for the right reasons. all that happened and all those guys along the way have become a part of me. the experience molded me. it made me what i am today. it made me better. stronger. tougher. this life made me relentless.
i know this is just a part of the storm. there’s still gonna be a rainbow after the rain. beyond those dark clouds is still a silver lining. soon, i’ll have the time of my life. soon, i’ll be home.
i will always prevail. as i had been before.
but the roots will always run deeper.
11:59 pm.
signing off.
“fire burning me up
desire taking me so much higher
and leaving me whole”
(augustana)
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