bisikleta

so ayun nga! after ilang dekada ng hindi ko pag hawak ng bisikleta, nag bike uli ako

balak ko sanang pasikretong umakyat ng bundok para tignan ang pag lubog ng araw kasi as you can see nawawalan na ko ng pag asa sa mundong ibabaw

kaya lang nag decide na ko umuwi

mga 10 minutes ata akong nakatayo sa labas ng gate namin kasi pinagiisipan ko kung uuwi ba talaga ko pero sabi ko pasok na ko kasi

  1. umaambon
  2. dami catcallers
  3. nararamdaman ko na ang hilo pangangatog ng katawan ko

kawawa naman ako kung hihimatayin ako habang nagbabike diba lol kidding aside these days i feel so weak parang anytime babagsak katawan ko ano na selfff

anonymous asked:

Man, I hope your girlfriend is OK - I see you haven't posted anything recently. I've been checking your blog pretty much every day for over a year now, and it's been great pleasure for me as I love bikes too. I knew something was wrong when you stopped posting earlier this year and was very sad reading your reply. I wish you all the best in getting through this. Tamas.

hello peeps,

a little update: my girlfriend had a checkup earlier with her oncologist and she’s very happy with my girlfriend’s progress and how her body is responding positively to the chemo treatments. she’s had three chemo sessions already and next week will be her fourth. if the ct scans after the fourth session shows no sign of the cancer then she’ll only go through two more session instead of four. we are hoping for the former as the meds we are using are expensive.

many, many thanks to you guys for your support, encouragement and patience. hopefully posts will normalize sooner than later.

Narealize ko na para pala talagang pagbibisikleta ang buhay. Sa una takot kang itapak ang dalawang paa mo sa pedal sa pangambang matutumba ka kapag inalis mo ang pagkakatapak ng iyong mga paa sa lupa. Andami mong naiisip na nakapagpapadalawang isip sa'yo na magpatuloy. “Paano kung hindi ko pala talaga kaya?”, “Paano kung matumba lang ako at masugatan?” “Paano kung masira ko pa ang bisikleta?” Andami mong tanong. Puro “paano?”. Paano mo malalaman kung hindi mo susubukan? 

Kahapon, pinahiram ako ng bisikleta ng isang kaibigan. Nagdalawang isip ako noong una. Hindi ko na kasi maalala kung kailan ako huling sumakay ng bisikleta. Hindi ko alam kung marunong pa ba ako pero sige pa rin. Masubukan nga ulit. Bahala na. Sa mga unang mga pagpadyak sa pedal, pagewang-gewang ang takbo ko. Nanginginig. Kinakabahan. Muntik pa ngang mahulog sa kanal. Buti na lang may preno. phew! Ayun, tuloy lang ako sa pagpedal hanggang sa hindi ko na namalayan na balanse na pala ang pagtakbo ko.Hindi na nanginginig. “Smooth-sailing” ika nga nila. Ansarap lang sa pakiramdam na napatunayan ko sa sarili ko na kaya ko pa rin pala, na napagtagumpayan ko ‘yung takot na baka sumemplang na naman ako kagaya noong unang beses na sinubukan kong magbisikleta. Sobrang saya na hindi ko maipaliwanag. Basta.

Huwag kang matakot na sumubok o sumugal, bahagi lang iyan ng buhay. Mas masaya nang madapa at masugatan kaysa mamatay sa kakaisip ng “Ano nga kaya kung..?” Sa bawat pagkakadapa, bangon lang. Kung wala ka ng lakas para tumayo, eh di gumapang ka. Basta sa kahit anong paraan, umabante ka patungo sa gusto mong puntahan. Walang imposible. Maniwala at manalig ka lang. :)

J. Deanon.

Sasakyan kita.
Buong araw.
Wala akong pakialam kahit mapagod.

Sasakyan kita.
Dadalhin sa iba’t ibang lugar.
Pabilisin mo ang aking paghinga.

Huwag mo akong paibigin
Dahil sa paglubog ng araw
Iiwan rin natin ang isa’t isa 

Alam kong ibabalik lang din kita sa kanya.

Kay J. Deanon. 

hmmmm, una akong nakahawak ng bisikleta nung grade 1 ako.

Naalala ko pa si tatay, nilagyan pa nya ng dalawang gulong na maliit ung gilid ng bike ko (este bike pala naming tatlong lalaking magkakapatid) para pang-alalay sakin para hindi ako magtuwad o matumba. Gabay eka nga para matuto magbalanse.

Paikot ikot lang ako sa bakuran namin nun maghapon, pag martes-thurs nga lang kasi sa ibang araw naman naka-sked ung paggamit ng dalawa kong kapatid. Pero minsan naiisahan ko din sila, tinatakas ko ung bike habang pinapatulog sila sa tanghali ng tita ko (para daw lumaki, matulog sa tanghali).

Nang simulang matuto na ko magbisikleta ng walang alalay na dalawang gulong, lalong lumakas ang loob ko (syempre, confident at mayabang si gago).

Nakukuha ko ng makipagkarera sa mga kalaro ko sa dike ( elevated part na daanan na minsanan lang daanan ng mga sasakyan).

Nung minsan, naabutan ko na lang ang aking sarili na nagdurugo ang braso at panay gasgas ang tuhod dahil sa aksidente dulot ng kaharutan sa pagba-bike. S'yempre kapag bata ka, mapusok. Mabilis dapat ang takbo ng bisikleta. Ayun mabilis nga, hindi kinaya ng preno (brake) yung bilis, ayun.. nagsemplang. nagpagugulong gulong sa lupa. kumain ng alikabok. At ang masama pa, maduming madumi ang suot na damit (tiyak lagot kay nanay mamaya pag-uwi).

FACT NO.1

Hindi pala alam  ng nanay ko na marunong ako magbisikleta. Lately lang niya nalaman.

FACT NO.2

Hindi po ako nagbibisikleta sa main road/malalaking kalsada at hindi nakikipagsabayan sa mga truck, tricycle at kotse.

FACT NO.3

Ngayon, mas feel ko pang magkulong sa bahay.

bisikleta

shutupnhearme:

Gustong gusto ko magbisikleta kasi ang pakiramdam ko lumilipad ako.

Gustong gusto ko yung hangin na humahaplos sa mukha ko.

May pulosyon man o wala. Mabilis o mabagal.

Pakiramdam ko malaya ako.

Kakanta. Tatawa. Sisigaw. Iiyak.

Walang makakapigil. Walang makikialam.

Ako ang may desisyon kung bibilis o babagal.

Nasa akin kung gusto kong tumigil.

Kung sesemplang man ako tatawanan ko lang ang sarili ko at tatayo.

Babalik sa pagbibisikleta. Kahit pa may sakit na iniinda.

I wrote this last year, around September or October, but it seems like it’s still undone. I don’t know how to complete this. :(

Padyak

I have always had an avid fascination for bicycles. I learned how to bike when
I was just 6 years old. It was summer, and I hadn’t started going to grade school yet. Every noon when the sun was at the highest point of the day I would go to our neighbor’s place. Marco, a boy my age, owned a bicycle with the training wheels removed. I will furtively lead the bike away from the wall where it leans and scoot around without actually pedaling for fear of falling. After a while I got bolder and tried pedaling, but I didn’t know how to make turns yet and I would often crash the bike to the wall or the gate. Marco’s mom would see me crash and scold me for trying to wreck the poor bike. I would go home and promise to try again the next day.

This way I learned how to ride the bike, without anyone teaching me. My uncle and cousins didn’t believe me when I proudly told them I knew how to ride the bike. But it didn’t matter to me, because that knowledge burned within my young mind and fueled my adventurous spirit.

Since then I had been nagging my father to buy me a bike. He wouldn’t budge, because he feared I will crack my head or something. Year after year I bargained with him: If I’m number 1 in class when the year ends you’ll buy me a bike. If I win the quiz bee you’ll buy me a bike. If I get accelerated you’ll buy me a bike. Sure, I didn’t get accelerated, but year after year I finished number 1 (without me actually trying because halfway though the year I will forget about the deal, but that’s not the point) and won almost all the quiz bees I joined in our district, and yet I still didn’t get my coveted bike.

I decided to take matters in my own hands. My uncle told me that the bicycle my father owned when he was younger was stocked in the basement. We hauled it from its deep slumber and re-assembled and repainted it. I was so happy then, but after several days the tires blew. My father would not give me money for repair, and that was the end of it.

Since then I never owned another bike, but I would pay my childhood friends so that they will lend me theirs every afternoon after school.

From time to time I would attempt to buy the bikes offered to me by our neighbors, but my mother would find out and ask me to return them to whoever sold them to me, “Bago pa malaman ng Papa mo” she would say.

I had to content myself with renting my friends’ bikes, but my desire to own one never waned. It didn’t help that my favorite Aklat Adarna was “Ang Bisikleta ni Momon.” It told the story about Momon, who wanted a new bike, because he was embarrassed of his old bike. He decided to sell his old bike, but not before sprucing it up to make it more presentable. In the end he realized that his spruced up bike wasn’t too shabby at all, and so he decided that he no longer wanted to sell the bike.

In college I was finally able to convince my father to buy me a bicycle. Everyday I would ride to class, until towards the end of the semester I became dead broke and was forced to sell the bike without my parent’s knowledge. It was, among others, one of the worst decisions I made in college. Imagine how I whined to my father to buy me a bicycle ever since a was a small kid, and now that he finally trusted me enough to buy me one I would go and sell it without him knowing. It kills me just to think about it.

After that I never thought about owning a bike again.. Until now. Recently biking has been gaining popularity again as a means of mass transportation, what with the heavy traffic and the raised awareness to fight global warming. The resurgence of bicycles rekindled in me my love for biking, and for the longest time I planned on buying one but never really got around to doing it because I can’t squeeze it in my meager salary. Luckily, after snooping around the internet I was able to find a guy who sells affordable Japanese bikes and ta-dah! I have my own bike again now yey! After 10 years! 

It’s a simple single speed foldie, but I’m happy with it and I’m planning to ride it everyday to work once our office moves to Ayala. As a matter of fact I was able to test drive it already from UP to Ortigas and while it’s not as fast as expensive mountain bikes, it’s still a good ride and I promise to take good care of it. This bike and me.. I hope we’ll reach a lot of milestones together.