It was a liberating experience with the Biomodd team last Saturday. I was away for 2 days from the madness of the city to work in a small lab at the heart of the province to work with a group of artist installing the whole Biomodd sculpture.

 

Me and my classmate Bong Sacay went here in Los Banos. We're discussing about what would our part be once we arrive there. We're feeling quite half-hearted about our involvement with the project, because we're very aware that a lot of work was already done in the lab and that it may take us some time to catch up with the things we've missed over the past few months. It sucks when work gets in the way of school. That's why I decided to take time and go to the UPOU headquarters this weekend and get rid of any office work, if only for a while. But we never thought we'll be up for quite a surprise.

 

There were those usual faces like Diego, my professor since last year, and Kent my classmate, but I wasn't quite keen with meeting new faces (some a lot younger than us) and Angelo himself. I must admit I felt intimidated with everone and everything that's happening. And when we finally saw the "work in progress", we're caught up in awe. One thing that's lingering in my mind as Diego is giving us a tour: Where do I fit in?

 

I was trained to be in control of things at work everyday. It does pay well, though very often it leaves you feeling jaded. After the tour of the whole lab, and a background of what already happened before, I decided to let go of being a "control freak" (yep, admittedly) and do the most simple, mundane things. I took the backseat and made myself comfy and contented observing other people doing their own stuff. By nighttime I started to get my hands dirty as I cleaned out soil and dirt from the pots to prvent blockage of water tubes. I also made a few hydroponic pot holders out of GI wires using a simple pair of long-nosed pliers. I thought it was a good start.

 

There was a feeling of nostalgia as I was doing it. Back in my grade school days, my Dad would teach me how to fix broken Christmas lights using long-nosed pliers and suffer the occasional electrocution from testing them! Exactly six years by today, I remember my Dad as my fondest memories of him still lives on like it was only yesterday.

 

Today's change was very refreshing. I'd like to do more of these things as the days go buy. I hope and pray I have the courage to continue this until the end of the project.

 

Click here for the pictures I took yesterday: http://picasaweb.google.com/biomoddlba2/BiomoddActivitiesJuly712