Thoughts and Prayers for our Brothers and Sisters in Japan.

Ever since I got word of the earthquake and Tsunami in Japan,
I've just been glued to the TV and computer reading up on what's been going on and shit. It's terrible and absolutely sad - seeing all the kids and elderly people wrapped up in blankets, etc.

I can't help but think of Joni Mitchell's song, Lakota.
That's exactly what's happening now...
And it's all our fucking fault.
We keep taking from Mother Earth without ever giving ANYTHING back.
Seriously, what have you done for her lately?
I, myself, have not given jack.
We can't expect Mother Earth to keep on going on forever without us giving anything back.
Everything happens for a reason...
it's quite sad to think that WE are the reason for this.

We really must wake up and smell the fucking slime...
This is Mother Earth trying to tell us something.
We should go back to basics. Living properly and living well.
Take only what you need and nothing more.
Care for Mother Earth.
Treat ALL THINGS with respect and love.
It's time we show her some respect...

Found a nail stuck to my rear tire over the weekend.
Taking that rear tire off for vulcanizing is a major bitch.
Putting it back was too.

Found myself in Bacolod last Wednesday
for the Philippines vs. Mongolia football match in Pana-ad.
My cousins and I have planned this way ahead of time
and it was great to finally get there.

We flew in on the day of the match itself.
Settled down and chilled out for a bit before heading to the venue
for the tailgate party.

Caught up with some buddies from Manila right outside
and loaded up on alcohol before the game.

It was nice to see a whole lot of people flying in from Manila
to show some love for the Azkals. Good fucking thing we won.

My cousins Mikey and Tip.

My buddy Ebong, the blue-haired fanatic.

Back home in Manila now. Crap.

The PI Jazzfest is here again.
Our Bateria will be playing tonight at the Venice Piazza.
Of course they got the group's name wrong.
It's Escola de Samba de Manila, not ESCOLTA.
BUT, it don't matter. The music does.

From motorcycles to stinky cabs, now I'm really feeling it.

Sat on Stella this morning and felt like I could start riding already.
Of course Dee was against it.
Besides, I also felt a bit uncomfortable. Maybe in a couple more days.
Can't fucking wait to hit the open road again.

Yesterday was a trip.
Went to my doc for a PRP (Platelet Rich Plasma) treatment.
If y'all don't know what that is, here's an explanation...
Right before injecting the processed blood into me though,
he had to know where exactly it hurt.
So, he started pressing around my knee and boy did he find it.
Ended up slapping his hand off. It was fucking painful.
Took my brace off last night and my knee felt a lot better.
I guess it worked.

What a bitch.

Tore my MCL Monday night playing ball and now I can't even ride
my fucking motorcycle. That really blows.

It sucks having to rely on other people to drive you around and shit.
I can't even sit properly because my leg has to be straight at all times. I'm having a bloody hard time sitting here right now.

Anyway, the doctor didn't look so concerned about it
(probably because it ain't his leg anyway) so that should be good.
Told me to go back in a week so he can check it out again.
As of now, my right knee looks like a fat blob and I feel the same.

Kick the habit.

I've never been a huge fan of guns.
I've never even fired one in my whole life.
Until today.
Because the big kids found themselves in a shooting range.

Gino went for a .38 special, Noel a 9mm and I went for the .45
I must say, having that sort of power in your hands is thrilling.

The .38 was just bad ass.
It felt primitive but classy.
Just like a vintage motorcycle.

A .45 is what I imagine you'd have if you said you were "Packing heat"
Real solid and fucking loud.

The 9mm felt light and was the easiest to shoot out of all 3.

We wanted to try the shotgun out but decided to do it next time.
Now THAT must be a blast.

This was my sheet with the .45
Some of the shots here are Gino's and Noel's.

Nice, early morning ride with my bud, Kamote, down to Navotas

to check out a CB72 gathering dust in this dude's garage.
Talked about the bike over some coffee his wife kindly prepped for us.
Dude says he's getting a little too old to ride the bike,
that's the reason he's letting go of it - made me think, man.

I guess that means we all should ride the shit out of our bikes
while we still can.

In the meantime, I think I'll wait for him to consider my offer.
I would love to see this Hawk on the road again.
Just like old times.

Yeah, beacause a machine like this is never too old for anything.

How could I possibly forget about this...

Finally got my sugar skull done last December 22, 2010.
It's the first time for me to try a different artist and I'm damn pleased.

Her name is Camsy Valencia and she's only been tattooing for a little over a year. Now that's fucking talent.

The pic above was taken right after the session so it's still a bit bloody. Now everyone I know wants to get one from her
and I totally understand why. Hell, even I can't wait for my next.

If you're interested in getting one from her,
don't hesitate to get in touch with me through here.
I'll be glad to hook her up with more clients.