went for a midnight right along pen ave, and guess what? i met a bunch of other fixie riders... totally random. they came all the way down from peoria just to ride at the u of i. apparently this place is awesome for riding.
and we started chattin and checkin each others' bikes out, and then ended up asking them for tricks on stuff like skidding, riding brakeless, etc. fantastic. and we pretty much have the same frames. bd for the win!
then we just decided to go for a ride down the farm and back up lincoln. and i'm just so adrenaline pumped. going out for an all night ride tomorrow.
haven't felt this ALIVE in a long time.
+listening to: nothing
Saturday, October 31
| hell yea! |  |
Friday, October 30
| friday | |
friday night and i'm still sober. the night is long, yet i'm here, playing my sweet sweet guitar. listening to the notes ring out. discovering the joy in those little half-steps of mis-intonations.
have i told you how amazing the f chord sound? wait till you hear it right after a g. and there's this strange thing. i have no idea what it is. it's just a mish mash of unrelated notes, tangled fingers. yet the sound it makes... insatiably savory. it sounds like... it wants to go somewhere, yet lingers for a moment to think.
oh they all taste like fine wines. one more drink and i'll move on.
+listening to: my sweet guitar
Thursday, October 29
Saturday, October 24
| recently | |
people say i just ignore. people say i smile and look away.
don't ridicule, because every time something like that is said, it chips away at my soul. little by little fall to pieces. unpleasant memories of troubled times. it hurts, it hurts.
don't say. don't say.
+listening to: recently by dave matthews band
Thursday, October 22
| i wonder | |
is the blue that i see, every time i look up, the same blue that you see? is the sweet smell, of the breeze in the rain, the same one that you smell when you're caught without an umbrella?
it seems like i'm thinking about you when i shouldn't. maybe it's because i don't see you around. i want to send you a text message, but i'm lost for words. i want to ask you out, but i don't know how.
i'm here. but i feel small. so small. how could this trouble seem so big. so big. the maples in the wind blows bright orange, the clouds in the sky still absolute pearly. every single thing i see, is a reminder of you.
+listening to: hidden track by pearl jam
Sunday, October 18
| rhyme and reason | |
where are you going? don't hide away.
morning was definitely exhilarating. the adrenaline was a much needed boost to what would have otherwise been a gloomy day. riding in the crisp morning air trying to make up for lost time. trying to get to where i'm going. tired legs pumping with nothing left in them. running stop signs. running red lights. cars and pedestrians are invisible. all i see is the line that i'm in.
where you are is where i belong. i do know where you go is where i want to be.
+listening to: nothing
Saturday, October 10
| best of what's around | |
hey my friend, it seems your eyes are troubled. care to share, your times with me? would you say that you're feeling low, and so a good idea would be, to take it off your mind.
see you and me, have a better time than most can be. have it better than the best, so we can pull on through. whatever tears at us, whatever holds us down. and if nothing can be done, we'll make the best of what's around.
+listening to: parting ways by pearl jam
Sunday, October 4
| so much is going on | |
there's a whirlwind going on around me, so many people. so many things. but i hold still, not budging. maybe i've learnt to finally say no. maybe i'm just being my old self from... well it was a long time ago.
i've been rediscovering that person i've been trying to suppress with a little help. i've kinda forgotten what it's like to feel like you're alive. kicking, trying to catch your breath.
and riding... oh how i love to ride. it's just the pure joy of being in a constant flow and feeling like one with your bicycle. i don't think i'll ever stop riding from now on. through winter and whatever other crap that might be coming my way. it's the adrenaline rush everytime you start pedaling. and it responds. like it's alive.
+listening to: voices by dream theater
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