DRIVE THE MECHANIC

 The subject on Engineering Mechanics.  I remember studying the subject.   But not thoroughly.  Machines. Machines.  From Cars to washing machines.  Your bones got a little machine.

TWO WEEKS WITH KEN, SAN, AND LOY

 Loy was a foreman.  He's been in the construction business for so long now.  He's been around our region in and out.  He's also been to Saudi I heard. San wants to take Ken, Loy and me to this island haphazardly distraught by a recent typhoon.  I was reluctant to come along.  Father  is sick with the lung cancer.  We needed to be around. As he was brought in and out of the hospital.

San says we'd be a big help for the rehabilitation of the island's provincial capitol.  Sure we eventually arrived at the islands and saw the devastation.  Roofs of buildings were like crumpled, and destroyed.  Trusses were hanging on for dear life.  Blue sacks with letters printed NDRRMC did not entirely cover the large expanse of roof area of the wrecked provincial capitol building.

But there's an inauguration party for the newly elected governor.  It meant a lot for the people from the islands to celebrate.  Almost every night, for three days we witnessed programs, of music and dances on stage were large screens, and large speakers, and loud sound systems.  There were kiosks upfront selling delights and special food.  Visitors were everywhere.  And local residents alike were cheerful.

It also was a great time for Building Contractors & Suppliers to sell themselves, hanging around the governor, the councilors, around their offices. Waiting for notices, news, about the ongoing and upcoming projects.

And sure there was a forum headed by the governor and the local mining bureau head.  There were talks, questions and answers.  And there was food.  But then you'd soon be asking yourself, do we deserve to be here?  Are we qualified?

FOGGY VAGUE

 ON THE LAP OUT

Suddenly he thought it sinful to own or use a laptop.

You happen to have on before.

She saw you using it. And she thought it something she owns.  Even when you

know it's not.  It is mentally wrong.  And it felt like

shit. She'd be going somewhere else for someone else to 

answer her question. 

 

"Where's my laptop?  Where did it go?"

And you felt it foggy to give an answer.  Hmmm.  It wasn't

your call.  It wasn't your look out.  It wasn't your

responsibility.  It hasn't been since. And you had to

ask back. 

"Why, did you lose it, did you lost it?"

And you deemed it hypothetical.  Women.  Ladies these days.

IT SEEMS UNPROFITABLE

 Sure, sure.  I'd agree.  What were you selling again?  Food.  Wow, yeah.  I love food.  I'm a food addict.  I also am a water addict.  I drink water all the time. Sure, it's a basic need.  It's addictive,  You know?  Water.  Yeah, I love water.   Yeah.  Who does not?  I mean, yeah...who doesn't love water?  It quenches your thirst.  It refreshes you up.  It's good for the body.

Do you remember the times when your household's supply got interrupted?  Yeah, like how sometimes the water seemed nowhere to be found?  Like when it's been a day or two or even three?  And you find yourself alone in the toilet watching a soup of shit in the toilet bowl. And all you can say is "Shit! That's shit!"  And it becomes too big of a fuss, when you find yourself getting another bowel movement.  Hahaha.  Your insides creeping in.  I mean creeping out.   And all the farts in the world won't do.  And yeah.  All you thought about that day was shit.  Shit. Yeah, dump it.  

I can go on.  You know.  Everybody knows.  Everyone's got a nose.  Hehe.

THE BACKGROUND OFF PERSPECTIVES

There has to be something in the background.  Say, the ground, the horizon, the sky, the trees.  There has to be something in the foreground.  Say, a figure.  Maybe an automobile, a pet, an insect, or maybe another tree.  There just has to be.  It wouldn't look complete, so they say.  There has to be lights and the shades.  And don't forget the colors, the hues, the tints, the tones...different strokes, different approach, different styles, methods, applications.

And before you really have to make one there has to be a plan, a floor plan...call it a layout whatever but that's how it was.  But before doing so you got to have objectives and space requirements. And before having that you need to have a motivation, an inspiration, an aspiration. Besides the resources, yes, the resources.  You need to have the right resource, the source, the primary, the origin, the start.  So you can start, begin.

And while you're doing so, you need to have the same thing you need while you're doing it. The way you are, the way it is, the way it was so you'd feel secure.  So you won't stray, so you won't go so far you can't be reached back.  Since it could be something that might or steal your soul away.  Or the task might need more of your time, the task could drain your brain, might need to keep you up so late at night.  You may forget what's real and what's not.

You may have to go somewhere, talk to strangers. You may have to keep them informed about what's what, might need to stay away from them too.  You might need to isolate your self.  Yes, indeed.  You may have to find a way to feed yourself without somebody else doing it for you  like it used to.  Hahahahaha.  You need to keep your sanity.  

DUMB ASSES, IDIOTS, GOLD DIGGERS, RETARDS, & MORONS

 Well, I failed to mention slaves, beggars, and desperadoes on this blog entry title.  I don't understand the big fuss.  Well then, we can look at it this way.  Think of me as a character on a Method Acting spree.  Some of which moviegoers and critics seem to know much of these days.  But "Achtung Baby", everyone acts.  Even our leaders, most of which we only see on TV, the newspaper.  Theatrics on film where we can now maybe happily rewind and make another meaning of, another perspective, another side of a story.  It's on the Internet and we almost are glued in on-line is still the trend.

At some point you wouldn't really know who to vote for anymore.  The one closest to you might be more helpful, who knows?  When no one in your midst never really feels there for you anyway except your family, of course, and friends, neighbors.  It's for Work.  Right.  And you wonder yet again.  "Are we going to get fucked up again?"  Our lives being played.

WITDOM TOOTH

 We are supposed to stay home, stay safe.  From the television, radio to the monitor, we hear, see, learn so much.  Apparently, the pandemic is still on.  And am kind of feeling retarded, or my pace is kind of being controlled.  I am using the On-Screen Keyboard now instead of the usual.  So I have to use the mouse to type each letter.  It consumes so much time.  This post, lack of content. Making it now an undesirable chore to do.  To write my thoughts away.  And since this is going slow, I sometimes lose those words of WITDOM that flung in and out this monstrous head.  It loses its way and never got written.  Treasure troves of delights, those gems of thoughts of words, the skies only you alone can see, you wish to share along the ride. Anxieties...

THE DISTANCE COMPLEX

It gets scattered sometimes.  It feels scattered, your mind.  Not your brains but your mind.  Your mind put into several places and divided as if in partitions, like rooms inside your head.  Like several subjects put into binds of a book.  And you have to find a way to put it together again.  To keep your posture, your stance, your stand, your composure.

  

Like the mess on your bed every morning. Blankets, pillows in disarray. half-forgotten passwords, usernames and log in information.  Addresses, edits, quips, quotes and something to read and rescan through to keep your balance.  And yes like folders on your desktop computer.  It piles up.   Visions of words, letterbombs, and blog entries...stories and ideas you have to find proof of existence.  Questions that asks "I can't be alone on this, someone else must have thought about the same thing, is someone else out there?"  So you look for it on web browsers.  Look for answers for things and questions which isn't asked around. And there it was.

There, we  would find the same experiences like with kindreds.  But  now you begin to worry about distances.  We were put into places to keep our distances, socially.  For the real purpose you'll have to find yourself.  To find the answers within and for which the mainstream media seem to keep barging and confusing your head about with.  Distance, distance...keep your distance.  You're getting too close.  Now we're worried about being so close together.  Close knitted, tight-fit...we might need to loosen up.  

Secrets begin to unfold.  Some of which were not accepted. Not without valid reasons.  Out of hatred, out of love, out of need, out of want, the need for pleasure, pain, speed, and purpose.  Adventures, explorations, research into the very fabric of human existence.  And the place we live in, this town, this city, this country, this continent, this planet. And you find your self watching the earth, in front of you...there you found the itch to get lost in.  To arrive at your usual self without going anywhere.  

FROM ABOVE

 It's called a CLOUD now.  When you upload something from your computer when you go online.  It's now called a CLOUD.  It's now one of the terms we use in this STORE AGE. There was the ICE AGE, the STONE AGE.  Now it seems we're living in the STORE AGE.  Pardon the pun. Haha.  

Well, it's too much downloading, we needed more uploads.  It seems to dry us up.  And then the clouds shall appear again and shall reign us with rain.  The promise of rain. This cycle happens to be one of the first topics or lessons I've learned from Science.  Evaporation, Condensation.  Solid, Liquid, Gas.  Vapors, Oxygen, Hydrogen, and Carbon Dioxides.  Remember how we had to memorize the Chemical Symbols? And if you had to, you could memorize the Table of Elements.  I once read that Bill Gates now has one of every element in his own Periodic Table.

God knows how we humans have made use of this blessing called the elements.  How many discoveries, innovations have grown out of this knowledge.  How many prototypes, gadgets, technology.  And still, we had to patent.  Haha.  

The need to patent, to copyright.  This need only really arises when there's a need to trade.  No one can patent a fruit or a vegetable, can you?  How about the ricefields, how do you claim copyright of a tree that has grown quite upright and sturdy?  Would you ask a tree, are you real?  Are you authentic?  Are you original?  Do you need protection?  Do you need to be patented, or copyrighted? Hey, tree, speak up.  Haha

OFFSET INSET

 Roofs are mostly off set.  Not barn-like.  Not European, not Mediterranean, or anything else after all. The roofs for houses in the tropics.  No winter, just too much rain, too much sunlight, no snowfall.   Houses need more exterior shading before going in.  It's more like keeping residents within their vicinity, within their premises.  Keeping them in bounds, not out of bounds.  Somewhat to keep them safe, protected.

We can observe how dwellings are made down where we reside more than anywhere else.  Unless your minds are driven by research or school or some kind of entity to study something that's built somewhere else.  Shouldn't our minds just stay where our feet stood on?  Why do we have to keep studying other architectural designs that are made to be built on different weather and conditions?  Shouldn't we just build our houses in tune with our own environments rather than build it like it belongs somewhere else?  Hahahaha.  

But we are really not that surprised.  It's not surprising that we have this system called HVAC.  We don't even have deserts here and again we don't have winter.  We really do not need to have Heating Systems.  We can just go out of our dwellings and breathe in and out, catch our breaths outside for the breeze, the winds.  We really do not need Air Conditioning. You know.  unless......unless, unless..hehe

Roofs, composed of..well, usually down here is composed of several parts. It's the top covering of your houses.  Eaves, it has gutters where rainwater is caught to find its way to the spouts, the pipes on to the tanks to wherever canals, to the sewers.