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My baby, whom i've affectionally christened “bikey”, is now looking for a new owner. She’s a folding bike but she’s not sissy looking as she’s also a full-sized, fully suspended mountain bike (very rare).  She will fit in the trunk of most cars when folded. With bikey, you can go anywhere with confidence. If ever your athleticism fails you, you can always ride a cab

Bikey was imported from japan, has a 6speed transmission, has shimano parts and looks very purty. I think you’ll find her futuristic looking, Y-shaped black frame aesthetically pleasing ---because Y is such a beautiful letter.

We’ve been through a lot of good times, my bikey and I. We’ve even joined a race together. We lost but that wasn’t our fault, really. There were forces at work that were outside our control ;-) I love her dearly. I’m letting her go because of a lot of reasons, one of which is that I probably won’t be biking for a while.

Fot the very low price of 12000 pesos you’ll get to own a rare bike that was owned by a self proclaimed, former celebrity blogger with an overinflated ego and a penchant for self promotion

Currently feeling: sad

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Love ---a woman asked me once what the word meant. I didn’t know what to tell her of course. I wasn't well versed on subjects concerning the softer emotions. All I knew was that it’s a word that manly men should only use when referring to food, cars or gadgets. Using the word when referring to another person is highly inappropriate and should be frowned on. Writing about the definition of love in a public blog is an offense that should be punishable by stoning.

I told her that I may need time to figure out how to define it and I told her that I may need her help. Over the course of getting to know her, I slowly got to know what love does to a person. (This is on a case by case basis of course.)

• Love will make you eat exotic food
• Love COULD make you eat kuhol, given enough time
• Love will change your sleeping habits
• Love will make you go out of your comfort zone
• Love could make you more sociable
• Love will make you throw the man code out the window occasionally
• Love will make you more outdoorsy
• Love will make you a sentimentalist
• Love has an entirely different set of special logical rules which may be contradictory to normal logical rules. Love’s special logical rules will almost always win out.
• Love will make you join a race in which you may possibly have to endure a great deal of “bossing around”
• Love will make you emo occasionally
• Love will make you feel happier in general
• When the object of your love wraps her arm around your arm in a movie theatre, love will make you feel comfort, the likes of which you’re unlikely to feel anywhere else
• Love will introduce you to his cousin, jealousy
  
• When love leaves, it will leave a void in your chest that would be very difficult to fill
  

After a few months, she asked me again to define the word. I already knew what the word meant but I still couldn’t define it. So I said it’s like the color blue. How do you define blue without referring to things that are colored blue? You can try your best to define blue to someone who’s blind but you will never come close to giving that person any idea of what blue looks like. The person will need to have perceived the color to understand what it looks like. In the same sense, I don’t think that love, as a feeling, can be effectively defined to someone. You could describe things that are affected by it but He or she will have to have experienced love to fully understand what it is.

It took a while but I can finally say that I now know what love is. You wouldn’t know what you’ve been missing out on until you finally feel it and realize that your life wouldn’t have been half complete without it.

This is the color blue:

And this is love:

It’s official. Jaywalker is an outdoorsy person now. He just went on two out of town trips within two weeks!

It had only been a week since I went to zambales when a friend invited me again to a trip to taal. The word “trekking” was mentioned but for some reason, images of steep, death-inducing inclines didn’t cross my mind. I wasn’t quite dressed for the occasion. Wearing slippers and shorts when climbing a volcano isn’t very ideal, apparently.

The trek started off easy enough and got progressively more challenging as we went on. Men on Horses followed behind us, hoping to extract money and, maybe, sexual gratification from stragglers. I didn’t intend to be one of their victims. So I tried to trek on, all the way to the top, driven by nothing but Manly fervor.

Do you risk life and limb by trekking all the way to the top or do you ride a horse and sacrifice your manly dignity. Not a very tough choice

Before I left, my father said that I was risking my life for a hobby. I disagreed of course. I didn’t think that there was risk involved at all. While I was on the steepest part of the climb, all I could think of was that his words had never rung more true. He also said that at my age, I should be chasing chicks instead, as a hobby. But that is irrelevant to the topic at hand.

Bloody but unbowed. I may have tripped a few times but my manly dignity remained intact. Pay no attention to the hat

My memory of events gets a bit muddy near the top. I was half delirious. Childhood dreams of riding on horseback flashed before me. I saw chuck Norris wearing a straw hat, riding on horseback…

After about 45mins, our reenactment of the bataan deathmarch came to a pause. We finally reached the peak. I bumped into a deranged man spouting unsubstantiated claims. He was ignored, as was appropriate.[/inside joke] I didn’t actually realize that we were climbing the actual volcano until I was at the top and saw the crater. Throughout the entire treck, i had very little knowledge of what we were doing. Someone mentioned that we'd be swimming, hence i brought shorts and slippers. It was either an innocent mistake or someone's idea of a joke.

me at the peak

the taal crater

We didn't stay at the peak for long. We didn't even get to shoot the model who was so exhausted that she just slept. After a few minutes we had to go back down the same treacherous path again

The sand felt like sandpaper –hot sandpaper. The sun was scorching. The treck was more than an hour long. The trek was so taxing and so perilous that I felt about 30% manlier when we finally got down. My farmer’s tan also looks about 20% more awesome. I display it proudly. It’s physical proof that I’m more outdoorsy now.

My Farmer's tan, i display it proudly whenever the opportunity arises

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It's been a while since my last update. I spend more time updating my multiply and facebook nowadays. If you're my blog buddy or if we've interacted at somepoint through my blog or through yours, feel free to add me on facebook (facebook.com/lord.jaywalker) or multiply (jaywalker0415.multiply.com)

Here are some random pics from my previous two trips

Jannine, our model at anawangin. Photo by me of course.May not be copied without permission

Janine again

Me at anawangin. Photo taken by my favorite photographer

 Anonymous couple at anawangin. picture by me

I’ve neglected blogging for almost a year now. I feel like I’ve become a shallower person as a result.  A friend asked me once for my opinion regarding a suitor of hers. The first question I asked her was: “does he have a blog?” As soon as she said no, I said that he was not worth her time.

I judged a lot of people that way.  The people whom I found interesting were usually those who wanted to keep concrete records of their opinions, convictions or feelings, whether that be through writing, art or even video/audio recordings.

I had a certain respect for people who felt that their thoughts or opinions were significant enough for them to be ascribed some sort of permanence.  The human mind is always in a state of flux. Thoughts are generated, morphed and oftentimes lost. Thoughts are so fundamental to a person’s existence that losing them forever almost seems like a sin. And there’s a finalizing quality to writing in that when you write down a thought or an opinion, it becomes, in a way, final. It acquires a definite and tangible form and structure and ceases to be just a jumble of spontaneous thought bubbles that pop in and out of existence.  It becomes like a photograph, only not of one’s face but of one’s mind

I’ve been re-reading a lot of my past entries. When you revisit memories they’re usually not the same as when you first experienced them. Even the strongest of feelings subside eventually and with them, go the thoughts that they produced.  It’s nice to read your thoughts at the time that they were conceived, thoughts that may otherwise have been forgotten. It’s nice to know what your convictions were or if you had any. And it’s nice to know if you still feel as strongly about them

I feel like I have changed a lot the past few months. Whether for the better of for the worse is a matter of perspective. I’ve modified some goals. I'm not as profit oriented anymore

I got into photography, I went dating, socializing, clubbing(WTH?!), expanded my group of friends, acquired a new appreciation for fireworks. I also experienced betrayal, jealousy, I almost got into a fight, felt the highs of passion and the lows of inadequacy -Normal things for most normal people but keep in mind that I used to spend months not interacting with a single person.

Such a drastic change in lifestyle would probably lead to an equally drastic change in personality. But I take comfort in the fact that even if I change or even if I lose half of my brain mass due to intellectual inactivity, I’ll have a record of who I was.

I write for a variety of reasons. But most significant of all, I write for the same reason that people erect monuments to fallen heroes, or for the same reason that people seemingly waste large areas of land to preserve historical structures - to create a permanent imprint of that which is fleeting, time

Currently reading: Why we believe what we believe

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I can’t remember how many people have told me that when on my deathbed, I will want to believe in an afterlife. I haven’t crossed that road yet but Immortality is not something that I particularly feel is necessary for my existence, at least not in the same way that theists do. Sometimes I’m not even sure if I want immortality. The way my life is going right now, I don’t think I even want to make it past 30. But that’s a topic for another entry.

Whether I want immortality or not is irrelevant though. I don’t think that wanting immortality is sufficient reason to believe in an afterlife the same way that wanting to get a Canon 1Ds Mark III on Christmas is not sufficient reason to believe in Santa. So I don’t think I will want to believe in a spiritual afterlife when I’m on my deathbed. Besides if one’s rationale for belief should rest solely on one’s fear of death then wouldn’t it be more realistic to hope for drugs that would increase human lifespan indefinitely or future technology that could recreate the consciousness of people who have already died? Far fetched as they are, they still are a more realistic take on immortality than believing that you have a soul and it would detach itself from your body at the time of your death and go to a place called heaven where people get to live happily ever after. The concept to me seems childish and if I were dying and wanted false hope then I’d rather believe that I’ll be recreated someday in a computer. But as I always say, to each, his own. The comfort provided by religion to those who are grieving is unden(Read More)

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Sorry for the lack of updates. The intarnets has melted my brain. I don’t think I can write anymore but I will still try.

Luckily I still have enough brain cells to play the guitar. Here’s me playing weezer’s butterfly”