Monday, February 19, 2007

March 1, 2007

Remember the date . . . . .

Wala lang! Baka kasi makalimutan nyo . . . . .

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Tamad

Hahaha!

Ang ganda ng pamagat ng artikulong ito - TAMAD.

Kasi tinatamad akong magsulat 'creatively'nitong nakaraang tatlong buwan. (Kaya June pa ang huling arikulo sa blog na ito). Whew!

Pero kung bibilangin ang lahat ng isinulat ko - abot siguro sa limampung pahina (arial 11, one-inch margin). Kaya lang hindi ko naman sila pwedeng idikit (i-post?) sa blog dahil puro sila business-related - term papers, reaction papers, take-home finals and case reports (under my MBA schooling), and market analysis and project proposals (for my work).

Dapat ay marami akong kuwento dahil marami akong pinuntahan at nagong makulay na karanasan nitong nakaraang tatlong buwan pero . . . TAMAD!

Hahaha!

Hanggang sa muli . . . sana SIPAGIN NAMAN AKO!

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Like A Simple Seed

(Isinulat noong 19 ng Pebrero, pagkatapos na basahin ni Ka Louie ang isang kuwento mula sa koleksyon ni Anthony de Mello, “Isang Minutong Karunungan”. After all the complexities of life, it is the simple things that create beautiful poems and really define what life and love is all about.)

Don’t love me like a precious stone
But love me like a simple seed.

A pearl from the deepest sea,
can move someone to cry for its beauty,
I may not.

A diamond from under the earth,
can ransom a beggar from poverty,
I may not.

A gold from the highest mountain,
can buy pleasures and happiness,
I may not.

You may plant a pearl,
You may plant a diamond
You may plant a gold,
But none of them will grow.

Don’t love me like a precious stone
But love me like a simple seed
And bury me on a loving soil
So that I may grow
And bear life,
And bear fruit,
And bear more seeds
That I may love forever.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Pictures From Maarat

Looking for the trail . . .

Downhill run through a very narrow trail . . .

Off-saddle climb!!!

Resting . . .

On the way home . . .

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

And I Quote . . .

Freedom is the bedrock of human dignity, the one value we should never compromise or surrender. Freedom is the catalyst in all our efforts toward national development; it is the precondition and the objective of our collective endeavor. For a nation of sheep can never be great.

- Jovito Salonga, Freedom Fighter and Former Senate President

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

From Maarat To Wawa

It rained hard last Sunday and a decision should be made whether to push thru with the Maarat to Wawa bike traverse. The rain stopped at around 10:00pm. It's a Go Go Go!!!

4:30 am of June 12: After a few final check of bike and other things, we started with a warm-up ride from the Welcome Rotunda area in Quezon City to San Mateo, and up to Mount Maarat by the 30 to 45 degrees-inclined concrete road. We rested, ate and hydrated at the store near the subdivision's entrance.

At 7:15, we again hit road to look for the single track trail to Wawa. After about an hour, we checked our map and found out that we have missed the trail by over half-kilometer. Time to go back and look for it.

At 8:15, we found the trail and started with a downhill ride on a muddy single track. A few streams, a couple of nearly (again) missed trails, a few technical tracks, and an hour of off-saddle climb - before we hit another dirt road for an exhilirating downhill adventure that will took us to Wawa. Whoah! That's a total of five hours . . . . bad pacing!

Ate our lunch at Aling Norma's. After a few minutes of rest, we rode to Wawa Dam, and after taking some pictures, we're on our way back to QC. My bike encountered a simple mechanical trouble . . . problem is we don't have the exact tool to repair it. Good thing we passed by a bike-repair shop and the staff gladly lend their tool for free. We ate halo-halo at Chowking in San Mateo.

At 5:30 pm, we're back at home to clean my bike - and myself! Hahaha. Almost 20 bruises and scratches. (Nothing serious really, I just happened to hit a very thorny bush and I'm wearing shorts!) Muddy bike and shoes. (But hey, mountain bikes are meant for . . . mountain adventures?) That's a total of thirteen hours of bike-and-hike adventure. (It's 13 hours of freedom on Independence Day!)

Play hard!!!