stark

upon return, red spilled... be it blood, love or whatever, the crosses seem to outweigh the ticks. well, it was expected, but the worst has yet to come. time to clear the dust off the notes and start now. the script was stark naked, so the term is gonna be a menacing one. embrace it =)

well, on monday, i hooked up the scott and raced to east coast mac to meet the 3rd council. then cycling to parkway to meet the 2nd. then it was mostly pic taking, eating, cycling and crapping. the nicest place to chill in the whole wide world was shared by the thrilling moment of wind which sent the adrenaline pumping. although the bikes weren't up to standard, the presence of the riders was satisfying. good shit shared. some of us then continued to venture to the next jetty, and 5 guys had a mini mud talk. what better way to spend an afternoon without donating away cold hard green notes away, enjoying what nature presents to us with good company and sweating away on a reliable bike. and with that, the hols have come to an end.

after a real long holiday of 1 month (really holiday), its time to run after the wild horses. and refreshed as the body feels, the pace picks up and off we go... =) though philosophy will constantly be on my mind, the thought processes enhances the intelligence as no worthy nor willing soul is adequate for conversation of matters of the world