Posted on: May 1st, 2008 In the conference
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Posted on: April 26th, 2008 Inside the Fridge
I had no better idea today than to set the camera on timer and put it inside the fridge.
Posted on: April 16th, 2008 Hot Building
It was again a hot afternoon, so I was looking for a picture that would capture how hot it was. I ended up taking an architectural picture.
Posted on: April 15th, 2008 My feeble attempt to photograph rice
I thought I would take a picture of rice to symbolize the ongoing rice shortage. It was late at night and was getting sleepy so I opened the fridge and saw tomorrow’s lunch. I admit that the picture does look pathetic.
Posted on: April 14th, 2008 The ride up to Cardiac Hill
I don’t look up. I don’t want to know how far it is to the top. I pay no attention to the riders that are passing me. I pay no attention to the riders who have dismounted and are walking the distance. Despite the music blaring through my iPod headphones, I can hear myself breath. I focus on my breathing. I focus on keeping the bike balanced. I focus on anything that detracts me from the weight on my legs. I focus on anything that distracts me from the heaviness of the pedals. I realize that I am tense, that my shoulders are hunched. I try to relax while still maintaining my grip on the handlebars. I avoid slumping my torso. I read somewhere that it lessens the capacity of your lungs and right now I need as much oxygen as I can get. I suck the air in and let out a grunt. I am panting but not as much as my first trip. In my first trip to Cardiac Hill, my breathing was labored and my heart was a car engine piston. I gave up with about 50 meters to go. I am at the granny gear now, the largest cog on my crankset. I am still not sure how much I can still downshift. And I resist the temptation to check on my rear derailleur cogs. I feel the sun stab my forearms. My thighs are concrete bricks. A drop of sweat trickles down and I taste its saltiness. A biker passes me. His sun-darkened skin betrays his experience. He steals a look at me through his dark glasses and nods in silent acknowledgement. I respond similarly. There is camaraderie in pain. I glance upwards and, to my surprise, I am probably 50 meters away from the top. I see the crest. I see where earth meets sky and beyond it is all blue. I see bikers being swallowed swiftly by the maw of the horizon. I am near the edge of the world and I know it is within my reach. It is my personal Everest and my bike is my Tenzing Norgay. I am not quite exhausted but the 50 meters might as well be 50 kilometers. I push on. My bike crawls at infantile pace. I move mere centimeters with each pedal. All I have to do is to keep myself upright, for I know that for every centimeter that I move, it is one less centimeter to the top.
Posted on: April 13th, 2008 Project 365 - Cool Rain
After days of searing hot weather, rain finally showered down on us.
Posted on: April 12th, 2008 My Bike In Black And White
I had nothing better to do than whip out my Nikon D70 with the 50mm lens and take shots of my bike.
Posted on: April 8th, 2008 Writing My Thoughts
I really need to write down my thoughts. For one, I feel I am getting old and my memory is beginning to be spotty. Will I end up senile in my twilight years?
The web post that may be realize this was something that came from the Daily Writing Tips site. Though the author advises a notebook, it may be better for me to keep one using my Macbook Pro. The capability to tag and search for entries, not to mention at least some assurance of confidentiality, is better in a computer. Moreover, I can pound away on the keys with the fire of passion, and then reread and modify it with the coldness of rationality, just so that I could ensure that my entry captures the spirit.
Right now I am pounding away using Journler but since it will, with the coming 2.6 version, be a paid-product, I may also switch to another software. And right now, Circus Ponies’ Notebook is looking mighty interesting. I wish I could relook at it, but my trial period has long expired. I had originally considered Notebook but, at that time, it was hard to beat Journler’s price (free).
Funny, I originally thought this would be a private entry until I realized that I could also post this at several of my weblog sites.
But what do I do if I am suddenly struck with flashes of brillance? I don’t have my computer with me all the time. I guess I will use my Nokia E61i then. At least, with its Bluetooth capability, I can easily export it into Journler.