Bicycle - the greatest artifact of all time

My beloved bike~

Bicycling makes up a greater part of my childhood memory. Up until now, riding it every now and then helps me relieve all the pressures and worries from school. Just feeling the gush of wind as I ride it makes me feel like flying. Because for me, a bicycle is a better companion than a human person be it for transportation or for leisure purposes. The first-ever bike that I bought using my hard-earned money was my folding bike. It may not be of the “elite” type in terms of quality and design, but my bike has become an extension of me, of my body and senses for through this I can directly experience the realities, the ugliness, the beauty and the mystery of everyone and everything around me. 

Frame/d Angst

          I think there are two kinds of people: those who fit well inside frames, and those who don’t. Frames? You might ask. I mean, family, nationality, sex, things like that . . . they’re all frames, aren’t they? They exist outside the body known as “I,” don’t they? I used to live my life inside a gilded frame, but I realized one day that the picture inside the frame was terribly poor. In order to redraw a picture, one has to remove it from its frame. - Double House 

          So when I got rid all of my hair on the so-called doomsday last December 21, 2012 according to the Mayan calendar, everyone around me were dumbstruck and kept asking “What are you?” Oh my. What a deep question, I thought, considering their state of inebriation. But how should I answer it? Hmm. I don’t really want to answer a question about biology. 

San Francisco Flower

    I am not a flower lover. It just so happened that I was entrusted the key to our room. Thus starts the beginning of my everyday responsibilities of waking up five in the morning and doing lots of odd jobs every now and then. One major part of my routine was finding three fern leaves, or as we commonly call it – pakô. At first I have no idea what the hell is pakô so the “ayun oh, sa gilid, ayan ayan, hindi iyan, nasa harap mo na turuan portion” lasted around five minutes in our school garden. 

   Over time, I have developed my personal preference whenever I set out my journey of picking up pakô: lusciously green and of the same sizes. The next thing that I did was to fill the translucent and longitudinal vase with tap water. Now, where is this now vase-with-three-ferns displayed? It was placed at the center of our teacher’s table, surrounded by a calendar, pen holder and table trays. But it did not end there.