ME, MYSELF AND MY BIKE

we have things that we treasure because of sentimental reasons!!!!

i have this bike which was given to me years ago, i havent used it for ages now but i decided to use it again for practical reasons due to high cost of transportation and so that i will be in control of what time i could get back to the shop...ill never be in the mercy of the fucking traffic!!!

when i saw it, i said to myself..."he" looks okay...may potential pa....a little linis, major repaint and it will be "gwapo" again.

as we were working on my bike, i just realized that a linis and a repaint wont do the job, at first, the manibela is pangit na, the kambyo is sira na, need to buy an "interior"....okay lang....basta gumapo uilt!!!

suddenly one of the pasaways arrived, he uttered something that really made me mad...(dalhin na raw sa junkshop)at first i thought it was only a joke...but he said it again and again...i tried to compose myself...pasok sa tenga, labas sa kabila...but still he wouldnt stop until i snapped...i took my bike...then told them that ill just let somebody fix it

may sense of humour me, but throwing jokes, you must have the right timing...for me it wasnt just a simple joke....personal na...i felt insulted, humiliated..the fact that almost everybody knew that im starting to be pissed off then ulit ulitin pa...ibang usapan na yon...

that bike is part of me, its part of who i am, part of what ive been, what i have accomplished...insulting my bike is like insulting me...its very personal to me!!!