Sex In The City

Trucks, vans, cars, jeepney, tricycles, motorcycles. Cut, turn, stop. No signals. I still love being an urban biker. I am such a romantic.

Skyrocket

Have you seen the price of Classic Blue Spaceman minifigs on eBay today?! That is right.


Spaceship!!

My Iron Lung

I have ditched the daily morning park rides in favor of an at least twice-a-week street ride. Got bored going around in circles (or maybe just too lazy to get up really early during mornings). Having fun looking at people in their cars get stuck in traffic while Panda and I roll along merrily. My street/traffic awareness has gone up. My leg strength too. My lungs, unfortunately, will forever remain weak. Although I no longer have to wear my allergy mask (which is an improvement already) I still gasp heavilly for air when going up minor uphills.

And, the Limited Edition BGC Cycle Philippines Tech Polo I ordered arrived a few days ago. I have already worn it a couple of times and I am hoping they would sell the same type of shirt (in size 4XL of course) during the Alaska Cycle Philippines on May. It is made by F2P using what they call "Active Dry Transfer Tech". It is soft, light and thin, yet strong enough to handle my bulges. Yup, I really like this shirt. Remember: "We all can't wear spandex."

The Feast Was Great, I Ate And Ate.

Little P. at the park. It's her second time performing there.



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Chasing Horizons

 

Arrived quite early. Few cyclists, just milling lazily around the start area then. Ride with the Tour De France champion's yet to start. My wave will be flagged off in a couple of hours. Worked on Panda, she's been squeaking like crazy. Couldn't narrow down where the noise's coming from. Hell. Thought of just trying to tune it out. That and her being stuck on a single gear? Things weren't looking bright. Joined the guys from my bike group. All foldies got bunched into one wave. A cut-off time's put up. I needed to do some pushing, hard pushing. I'm more of a "relax and enjoy the scenery" rider. Starting line, right in front. Perfect for photo ops.

7am. Gun fires. People started busting out hard. "Is this a race?" Morbidly obese and asthmatic, I started out slow. Bikes zipped by left and right. I didn't get going until my breathing found a steady rhythm, until I wasn't gasping for air anymore. The ride was good, fun. Even with the heat. Even with the flyovers. Even with the chain slips. 

BGC Cycling Philippines, see you next year.

LEGO, take my money.

So, Ninjago is coming back. Good. I do not care much about Chima. Cannot wait for 2014. I can see all the mech sets about to come.

Pigs Can Fly: A guesthouse story.

It was our first time staying in a guesthouse. By the time the wifey got to checking out the hotels, they were all booked, and so, we ended up with Pig Fly. 

The room was exactly what the pictures showed. It was clean and looked new. Much like a boutique hotel. Elegantly cute. There was a TV, an audio player, a tuck-away mini kitchen, a fridge, and most importantly- wifi.

Chan and his friend (the guys running the place) were nice and friendly. They waited for us 'til after midnight when our flight got delayed. Little P. got a nice little gift from them- it is a pig, of course.

We had no problem getting where we wanted to go in South Korea. Pig Fly is seconds away from the Hongik University (popularly known as Hongdae) subway station, and from there you can got to pretty much any place that is worth checking out.