It is my bad dream that I will never really wake up from. A year ago, one of my dearest friends was ruthlessly murdered at his home along with his girlfriend, Nika. There is NOT ONE SINGLE DAY that I do not think about them.
Eggy mentioned to me once, that I find my happiness outside the shallow trivialities (and shallow acquaintances) that others tends to brood on. It stuck to me, and I continually try to crack open that puzzle of finding the hidden fires in my heart. I confided that while the both of us were working for the family business, it’s incredibly refreshing to meet someone who plays no nonsense and understands what he wants, and goes out on a limb to pursue it. He will undoubtedly continue to inspire me, and many others blessed to have met him, until we are gone ourselves.
That was a picture at ABS-CBN I took before a taping I tagged along with. No makeup necessary, for a man as beautiful as you, Eggy. I’ll see you someday. I love you and will miss you forever.
Was in the Samurai getting off my exit at the 101, waiting at a light. As soon as I made my way across the intersection, I heard a big SNAP and the accelerator pedal suddenly lost tension and hit the floor. F-balls!! Fortunately, I was right outside an apartment complex and managed to work the clutch and inch my way up the lot. Right as I pulled up, another white SUV behind me conked out and had to be pushed into the adjacent gas station.
Then, while waiting for the tow truck to arrive, another car, this time a VW bus, is being pushed by the same group of guys that helped the SUV 5 minutes earlier. Seriously, this intersection is cursed. As we loaded up the Sammy into a flat bed, the LAPD bomb squad showed up en route to Studio City. I knew from the news this morning about a burning car found in an underpass of the 101 and a body discovered inside the car. The driver told me that they apparently found some wires strapped on the body which might have been rigged up with explosives, hence the arrival of the bomb disposal unit.
Dreamt about a friend last night. I hugged him tight, and while patting my hands through his back I felt a rib that seemed to stick out, by his left shoulder blade. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, told him that I loved him. Then a wave of sadness washed over me and broke me into tears.
While everyone seems to run around like headless chickens in pursuit of frivolous shit, there are the few people whose hearts are made of gold trying to make this crazy world a better place. Everyday, I wake up from my dreams wondering if I have what it takes to live beyond my own, to give, to make the world proud. To create meaning, to find out what it really means to be alive, to pursue the horizon with a fiery passion, to live without abandon.
I ask from the deities of the earth, the blessings of safety and the strength to overcome obstacles that we have chosen to conquer. That we may find within ourselves all we need to pursue our dreams, and achieve our ambitions. Knowing that we understand the roads we face are strait and fraught with danger. Knowing that the way to a true life is at once being humble, and taking charge.
Each day is a blessing, a gift unraveling without end.
So I’mma cut the shit and see how far 150cc of Vespa can take me, to those wonderful hills far far away. :)
(Actually, I’m just doing ~372 miles. Got brand new tires, and a new back plate for my jacket. Later, fools.)
I feel like I need to live on the edge of my seat, to pursue that distant horizon without the trappings of complacency. A need to surround myself and absorb the energy of kindred spirits, to face with curiosity where others would acquiesce with fear. To find the strength to understand what it means to believe in something, to believe in anything.
I am happiest when I am spiritually exhausted. Crawling into bed as the sun is about to come up after a long night of monkeying with something – whether it’s propped up by words, by music, by photos, by a gossamer of ideas. Anything that can stand on its own and I can look back and say hey, I made that. Even if it’s nonsense.
“Brothers and sisters, we should not allow this pride of hatred and scapegoating to infect the rest of the country. And one of the ways we could do that, is to stop it in Arizona. SB1070 is not only a racist law, it is a divisive law. And the millions who sign it into law are doing something that I view is an insult to our collective intelligence. What they are saying, is that our intelligent sisters in our migrant legal community are the problem. But they are the ones causing the economic problems. But the names of the people who are creating this economic crisis are not Garcia, Martinez, dela Rocha, or Morello… The names of the people who are creating this crisis are the hands of Goldman Sachs and AIG, and corporate America. They are the ones who took the jobs out of the country and then tried to blame it on our brothers and sisters suffering in Arizona for the problems. Well tonight, and every night, we need to step up and defend the rights of our brothers and sisters. Si se puede..
Si se puede! So wake up!! Wake up!!”
– Zack de la Rocha
July 23, 2010
It’s starting to heat up here in the SFV, with temps topping 100F. I’ve been slathering on sunblock and taking the Vespa out to work the entire week. There are summers that feel like you’re going through a blow dryer when you ride, but thankfully it hasn’t been as brutal. Yet.
Starting to break in a new helmet, Shoei J-Wing in Anthracite. It’s night and day compared to the old piece of junk on my head. Huge difference a well fitted helmet makes, not only with wind noise but also with buffeting.
A weird thing happened yesterday. I noticed a small droplet on my left shoe, and thought nothing of it until this morning when I saw that it burned a hole right through my sneakers. Only then that I realized it’s battery acid! I replaced the scooter battery a few months ago, which comes ‘dry’, and a bottle of sulphuric acid that you mix in with some distilled water. It was over the fill line when we installed it, so it must’ve leaked out from the vent hose, and ate through my shoe. Nice.
katgangoso: il bet he’ll be so happy to see you Lovine: i wonder who’ll be happier… Lovine: what if we test it Lovine: in a field Lovine: whoever runs to me and gets to me first Lovine: gets the first hug and kiss! katgangoso: ha!! Lovine: hee hee hee katgangoso: eh he runs faster!! Lovine: … Lovine: do you love me.. Lovine: do you miss me…. katgangoso: he’s got 4 legs! Lovine: … katgangoso: i only have 2! Lovine: …….. Lovine: do you miss me.. katgangoso: ikaw ha!!! Lovine: .. katgangoso: i do!!!!!!! Lovine: then show me babes Lovine: show me what you got katgangoso: sige ka itatali ko siya tapos tatakbo ako HAHAHAHA katgangoso: that’s what you get when you have fingers! BOO-YA! Lovine: OMGG Lovine: HAHAHAHAHA
World’s largest private collection of unopened beer bottles.
Greetings from Denmark. We only spent a few hours here, and was only able to send one special postcard out. Kinda sucks, wish we were here for longer. The highlight of the day was pounding 4 straight glasses from the Carlsberg brewery. Doubt I’ll get wi-fi on the other ports of call, so I think I’ll cut this short, hop off the nerdery machine and go spend some time at the buffet. Oink!