OBSESSESED WITH CHORES

Somehow it does feel tiresome.  In tagalog "nakakapagod" nakakatamad.  In visayan, "kapoy" "hago'*.  And of course at some point you would not really understand every word that comes out. Because it can be misinterpreted, misunderstood, misconstrued,  different languages, different approach, different dictions, different feeling, intonations, pitch, pronunciation.  It comes with the territory and it it could be invasive, offensive, laughable and useless.

BOMBS , BUMS, BUNS, BUMMER

The past few days has been hmmm unbelievable.  I wanted to go to bed everyday with somebody singing me to sleep.  Not leaving me and not waking me up in the morning.  Yes, that's how we all want to be, all we want to be, all we want.  Isn't it what all we want to be?  To not wake up alone anymore.  Let it be known.  There is a better world in deep sleep.  There must be.  Rooms that remain unbroken.  Rooms that need not be shown with the world of the awaken, awaken.   

I heard about the news.  They do not make sense at all.  They somehow steal the senses out of a moment.  They could also somehow mend ties or I don't know.  I would have said enough to know that the things in my sleep should be over in the awaken world.  The need to tell other people to be happy, and kind.  The gladness that's often misunderstood to be the thing that you somehow have felt funny before.  Clever, wit and all the things that bother laughable things that are not really the things that make one glad. 

Tonight will be a nice night to cuddle in the arms of sleep.

MONTHS OVER LEAPING CHANGES

Have you noticed that most people got so serious this year more than any other years?  Okay, it just so happens that it is a leap year and everywhere across, a keen observant can feel that there really is something different going on.  There is the Olympics and the ever spreading confusion and clashes that happens every election year.  You can't deny how it managed to still affect everyone in the whole planet trying to keep abreast with the present goings-on across countries.  And since our country seem to have this awful sense of trying to keep this participation, in no way can we escape the heat that goes on.  Unless you'd try to live some place , some other dimension, or in some other alien part of the city, it can't really affect you unless you make it so.  But then we are all a part of this universe.  The universe that sells its wonder to us everyday and the international network that has managed to play a very big part of our lives.  It sometimes get so tiresome though.  

FULL PLEDGE

What's Going On?  What does it take to be a full-pledged architect? I am still bewildered.  They say or I have read once that the key is not to ask permission.  I may misunderstood the fact that out here, an architecture student needs to graduate from college and then take the board exams after taking an apprenticeship with a licensed architect.  It did not work out that way for a lot of us down here.  I know for a fact that some of the architecture students even started working or have undergone training as an apprentice since their first year (freshman year).  If not a whole lot of us, then quite a few if you insist.  I may not understand the reality that goes on as this happens, but of course, one can never be that expectant. Advocates of the never ending arguments may prove unnecessary since each and every one of them students don't have the same predicament or family dilemma pertaining their need to study and finish, out of respect of their own interests, abilities, capabilities, capacities & from peer pressure.  The school must have been more than happy to oblige with their need just to keep them safer, keep them safe from their own selves.  Making them a more knowledgeable and  productive member of the society.

But what if that system, however good the intention may be, could or would be that very same thing that prevented him or her to reach his or her very best potential.  Wherein the student, could or would have had just said no to all the goings on outside school, and just focused on his own goal.  But however hard the student may have to insist to that ideal notion, the reality seem not to work well with him.  While studying in college, there is this pressure to have the ability for him and his or her peers to pay for the tuition fees and all the necessary needs to stay in school.  And it takes a super humanoid robot to be that careful not to be influenced by his or her own environment.  It is impossible for say a real student to just keep a blind eye to the reality that goes on around him.  It may be possible for those who do not really care.  For those students who seem to have that ignorance to just keep to themselves however much distractions that set in.  It is like the nature and the conflict of the study.  Who knows some other student on a doctorate course must be studying about how this problem persisted in my time?  

But it was real hard to stay focus back then. I have classmates who never seem to have that same determination as I had.  I have classmates who had children way early than they were suppose to.  Unaware of their behavior, almost laughable.  One can't help but just be amazed about the madness.  I have this group of classmates,  one classmate who seem to keep asking me about the answers to the  math problems he had.  Sometimes he would even go out of the room, brought his test paper along with him, and made me answer the test questions outside.  It was really quite embarrassing for him before but I kept wondering why he never really felt that bad before, bringing me in to this state of wonder.  His case was sort of like another guy who just had a child and in no way do we have to settle it but just to help him.  And of course he was more than happy to help in other ways he can.  But all along we became friends, and I eventually became the godfather of one of his child. Of course he was more than happy to keep accompanying me on our saddest days, just as some other classmates who seem to have been closer to each other, and I  always did feel

like the outsider.   

As  we did try and manage to fight for it.  Architecture school is sort of different in so many ways. I'm not really sure how it was with other generations.  But the rooms were quite a few before but it grew much to my amazement.  Before I could even try and go outside it and play music, in a band, with some other group of friends.  Somehow another group needed that exclusivity.  That needed exclusive apart from another group. That gang culture, that group culture, that essence of a tribe.  

But the rooms seem not to stay the same as time goes by, and as we progressed.  Learning locations were set to another place, another environment, different atmospheres.  We adjusted, we were set closer to the Engineering, bringing us to a little more hostile environments.  We see more of nature, and lesser of the cityscape.  We had to walk more further than we used to.  We also had to see more face pollution.  More people to see along the way, along the walk to school.  And stairs got much higher, higher, wooden floors became concretes and students became a lot more than one can expect.  It was like heaven before especially when it rains, showers.

Books were at bay at the library, there's a lot to get lost upon.  Classmates became jumbled up, subjects piled up, and apprenticeship became something to brag about, almost like a full time job.  Walk and walk and walk and walk.  The transport seem to evade me, I needed my own transportation which did not materialize until now. I lost the will to mobilize that fast. There were more conversations that made more sense during walks to and fro.  Teachers were like Gods.  Classmates were like brothers and sisters and bosses were like godfathers. What's going on? This does not need to end I say.

But look at how funny how things work out in the end.

PRETTY CONCRETE FIXATED REINFORCED MASONRY PERSUASION

There really is a big difference,,hmmmm not that big though.. when you get to go out and see more of what you drew on paper is about to be built or to be constructed, to be laid out as something tangibly, concretely real.  Out here we call it "the actual".  Yes, like everything done before is not done actually, if you know what I mean.  But hey it is fun.

Say you have this task where you had to build a flight of stairs.  Like the kind which has a landing in between.  What do they call that kind of set of stairs again? Yes, the rectangular kind, with the landing?  And so, (construction proper)  if you try to be so meticulous about it, it will take a lot of time.  But if you just try to just think of it like clay, or just blocks, or molding a jello, with bones or sticks as structural members inside, that's it!

And there is that partnership with the foreman.  I also have heard about why do engineers and architects keep passing on the great task of manul labor by passing it on to the foreman.  It seems that it is the usual kind of buzz that hangs around every construction task.  And in no way do I need to complain about this hierarchy.  It's like a ball that gets passed to another player, to another player, to another player , and zoomed for a slamdunk.

CLEAN CLEAR, OH DEAR

It cannot be denied.  Words.  This is a year that's just too hot.  And it rains.  The only thing to do for me is just breathe in, breathe out.   But if you try not to care so much and just continue with what is in store for each and everyone.  I do not believe that we will have to panic.

This would sound like the way a person would feel if he or she is suddenly put into a very hard situation at work.  Say a construction task. Or maybe a major urban development.  A major structural endeavor hanging in the balance.  They say we basically have only two ways to go.  Vertically and Horizontally.  I think it is the safest way to build. Most that is built for horizontal use is for transport, and vertical is for people.   There is still a lot to think about the architectural possibilities of a nation.  The question is whether we have the vision to pull on through, or would we much prefer to remain as we are.

TRUTH BRUSH

Today is the last day for the month of May, the 31st.  As I just got up from bed, pangs of hunger is starting at the pit of my stomach, hmmm belly.  As I am writing this piece, playing music in the background, something from a Math Rock band "And So I Watch You From Afar".  Like compressed inside your belly, we or I do can just blow it all out, fart it out.  The string of thoughts that could prove otherwise when you are hungry can differ after or during every meal.  Hmmm.  Let's try to deduce about that.

Skip that thought.  Hmmm. Okay, now am brushing my teeth using my Oral-B toothbrush,, yup of course with a toothpaste.  And whenever thoughts keep racing inside my head, I always get this feeling that I have to write about it.  Put it into paper or something, to appreciate my own wit afterward.  And just smile or just feel glad about it, to feel blessed with this skill.  To somehow have the sense of putting thoughts into paper,  To write about it. How wonderful!  Right? So I won't have to keep using my voice, my teeth, my mouth, my lips, my tongue, my nose, my head, my heart to express it.  Some may have to keep it inside themselves.

Like a story that does not need to be told, or a story that needs to be told. It is just something, something stealth, a light that kept us on our feet each day. Like something that happened years ago that needs to be told.  Like something that could be exaggerated or with details left untold, forgotten. 

ZONE ROCKS

The way things or tasks happen around here really is not that different with other environments.  Well that is what the zoning is for I guess.  Zones, not the twilight kind of zone.  The Residential, Commercial. Institutional and Industrial zones.  Every city or province has to have this classification.  No, of course I am not the first to play this game.  It has been decided long before and during I was studying in school.  And in no way do I or want or can change it anyway.   Like they were the authority, authorized, the most competent to do so.   I believe they had to be the best , hand-picked for the never-ending pursuit of happiness, order and beauty in the land.

RELATIONS: OCCUPANCIES

I may have read it.  Yes, I have, had & of course understood it.  The way it has to be practiced, the Architecture industry along with Engineering, Business, Health, Economics, etecetera , etcetera, etcetera.   Why it had to be so much like a very complicated thing to do, maybe that is why the Professional Practice has to be very meticulous in nature, to the point where some may prove unnecessary.  Panic sets in to some professionals who can't handle grace under pressure.  The question of who is going to be responsible for doing this , or doing that.  The confusion of who is going to have to be picked out to be chosen as to who'll be awarded for a commission.  

And after doing so, meaning, to accept the responsibility for a project to be done properly, would mean a certain amount of formality, modesty, honesty, integrity, & decency.  It had to be decided though that through all of these  requirements built up by an enforcing authority which can or may prove to be really necessary, can produce an "obra".  

Analogies and inspirations from nature, the need for it.  The overwhelming need.  That overwhelming call of the times.   That trend, fad, I think holds supreme, because of the presence of the present which can't be denied.  That thing obfuscated obviously had to be presented.

EDUCATION IS NOT A CRIME, RIGHT?

Tell me if I am wrong but I need someone to point this out clearly to me. Somebody needs to prove to me that "Education is not a crime." I have always been at this helm of trying to understand everything around me. But of course exhaustion does set in at some point. I can't keep learning things. I need to show you why that I have done all my best and had to leave school, the world of learning. It means that I have done my best and my best was always good enough for me. Everything else is just a distraction, a comparison, a translation, another perception, an angle, a twist. I need the freedom from competition. I need the freedom to not agree. I need the freedom to do things the way I want it to go at my own schedule.

SOMETHING IN THE AIR

There is always something in the air.  It is not in the water nor in the river, the oceans, seas, streams, brook, lake.  There's just something in the air.  Come on.  Smell it.  Breathe in and breathe out.  Come on, something that can't be heard but keeps calling.  

Let's keep working, making money when we just don't need it. Forget the news, no, don't forget the news just don't believe everything it says.  How surprising how some things can end.  Some season or some trend that keeps coming back.  Come on.  It does do come back, it's like a memory, it's like something you can never forget.  Like your name that they keep calling you, popping up, your nickname that obscures your real name.  Might just be your birthday.  Come on, no one can really forget their birthdays.  How about the day the Christmas falls on? Or that food that keeps bugging you, your mother's breath,  your father's arms, you teacher's smile, your brother's laugh, your sister's eyes, your family. 

Somewhere somebody misses their own family.  I just wonder sometimes how would someone define a family these days.  Does a family include a dog? A cat?  Do your houses need to have cars? Some kind of transportation like a bicycle?  At some point if somebody plans to have one, a family besides the one he or she is being tortured upon, has to decide to build a house, a place for reconciliation, for solitude, for serenity.  

And thereupon as one decides for it, will it make life easier?  Will it ever be the same again? Well, who knows?  Life is getting stranger and stranger everyday.  And the music still keeps playing reminding us what we should believe to be right and truthful. Something that keeps holding the torch for a light that never goes out and the strength that is within. Hey, have you lost your hearts, your arms, your fingers, your head? Your head is still there I suppose.

UTENSIL/TOOL

It's too important not to have.  But when it comes to how the word utensil is commonly used, is just a little too exclusive.  Well there you go in the kitchen.  The kitchen needs to have utensils which I somehow perceive as a tool.  Whichever, whatever, wherever right?  As long as it serves it's purpose for our everyday lives.  Exactly.

GLOBAL WARNING TO MIGHT AND POWER INTERRUPTION CANDLES

Been staying or spending more time indoors these days.  Well that is how I am really.  I'd rather much prefer to stay indoors a lot.  Unless there'll be more reason to go out to work somewhere.  More ladies & gentlemen would want to do so as well.  The sun I suppose might burn their skins.  It is both funny and sad but that is how it is.  Dark light, darker, lighter.  I have heard and learned about this thing ladies take to stay or go white. And there are those who want to burn their skins. And it's a little frightening and funny at the same time.  I find it unnecessary. Well that's only my opinion.  

Now there is this trend that kept bugging me.  The technologically challenged, the anti-computer, the anti-science, the techno-paranoids, the hacker concept.  This is how it is these days.  If that is how it takes for this place to somehow move on, progress, function at least to make homes more livable, why not?

But is there a reason to worry about energy? I guess there is.  Maintenance, shut down, power distribution hmmm rearrangement?  I'm not sure.  But there must be a valid reason why.  And somehow it is more fun without that thing we call Power.  Power Power Power.  Okay electric.  The electric election season.

TRAVELLING ITINERARIES & UNPLANNED MISDIRECTIONS

I should have written all about this a month ago because it had to be written at some point by me anyway so I won't have to forget such rare events.  Well one of my maternal cousin had to visit the country.  And somehow whenever he visits, I get to be more busy than the usual days I have here.  He is half Filipino, half-German, so it comes to no surprise that he'd get more attention from my aunts, cousins & even neighbors especially when it comes to producing some kind of "pahalipay" as we call it here... some goodies he brought with him like candies, chocolates and other unusual stuff.  He decided to spend his birthday with us.  I heard that his father, back out in Moosburg, will be having a back operation for which he'd be back by then for him to look after.  His mother, my aunt, must have decided I think that it would save her the trouble of having to tend to her husband and his son at the same time in such awful circumstances.  I am not even sure why anyway.  

But then it is all decided that he'd be around for a while though it's nothing new anyway since he has been visiting the Philippines for several times. Since he was a child up until now, he says it's his eight time to visit the city.  And so whenever he visits, it does feel as though am having my own vacation as well.  Well, it is summertime anyway right?  Oh am not even sure anymore.  Well as I can recall from his past visits, whenever he is around we'd spend more time at the beach, have a nice family reunion.  It is not a secret that he's a hard drinker.  It was some sort of like or kinda like their usual drink back in Germany.  Drinking beers or any alcoholic drink he says almost comes naturally on every meal, and even before, after and in betweens.  

I won't have to write the details but I have to say it was tiresome and wonderful at the same time.  Considering this season where people from here are starting to gear up for another election season.  I'd also got to go along and visit the white sand beaches, the waterfalls, & the enchanted river of Surigao del Sur.  The only thing that kept me a little bored & disappointed was the thought that the trip would have been more comforting and relaxing if the travel itinerary was well planned at least, including the transportation.  But hell yeah, hey it was fun!

COCKS, COCKERS, & COCKSUCKERS

I have always been a little fascinated with chickens.  From way back as I can remember, there were always chickens everywhere.  I don't really seem to care.  They are just there. Rooster, I think that's what they call the male chicken and the female chicken they call, Hen.  Eggs are usually laid by the hen through the rooster. And we get to feed them when we get together, and of course make them kill each other like they were idiots.

I know people, closer than you think, who know a whole lot about raising fowls.  Some were too obsessed to mention about, and others were just a little too interested.  When you come to think of it, election season is a lot like making roosters, chickens fight each other.  They usually just call it "cockfighting".  It really is kinda fun to watch, not mentioning the camaraderie amongst aficionados and enthusiasts alike.  Well, there are other things we need to show. And the arena, the cockpit, or wherever, whatever what you want to call it, yards out just the same.

EARLY ELOPING YEARS

"ya, it's a leap year and this day is making it so"

Nothing really that different  other than that it is another day.  And I'll have to experience this day first before making another presumption.

I'll know later.

WE ARE ALL GUIDED BY OUR OWN VOICES

Hearing voices.  What a  concept? Whoever dared to make one think he is hearing voices and made it or call it some kind of disease just to make one ask for help from a certain psycho, psychiatrist, psychologist and thus bringing him to pay somebody for a treatment he does not really need.

Before when we had to learn to read, the teacher made us stand up and read aloud what we are reading.  And so this has made us learn not just to listen to ourselves speaking, but also making ourselves heard.  By the time we are old enough to read without speaking, like lying down in bed silently reading a book, a paperback, a novel, a short story, we still do hear voices, right?  Don't tell me you are not hearing voices, your own voice whenever you are reading. Or someone else's voice when a character of that certain book you're reading has that familiar tone. 

What more nonsense do we have to perceive from the medical world?  The amount and the number of made-up stories directed by people who are bored out of their wits just to make sense of what they have learned which eventually took a toll, a slowdive to make them realize it's all wrong.

The amount of drugs they did somehow invented, the pharmaceutical industry, the medical representatives, pharmaceuticals, doctors that continue to  feed us with stories that depict people who had a hard time with their lives. Say , people who went to war somewhere, a soldier, a policeman, an activist who hurt him or herself by joining causes.  And thus or eventually led him to a clinic or a hospital because he had hurt himself so bad.  And the people who are more than willing to perform the task of caring for them.  And the stories they had to tell for the media who got them for free to grope and sell to the public who somehow begged for that concept of transparency that somehow never happen to some group of people who are afraid or embarrassed to make their past misgivings, past sins and the people they have wronged, hurt and fooled known.  And the people who found out about these felt the need to ask from them, like they owe them something because they have been wronged.

I have seen parents being manipulated into thinking that their sons and daughters has or had this and that.  Never thinking that they could be wrong. That somehow they still fought for that kind of thinking, the lessons they have learned, that awful concept of "it runs in the blood" thing, the "it's just the way it is", & the old ways, the primitive thinking, and the new, that goes round about.  Stagnant. The wait. For the greater glory of God.

SPORTS PORTAL

At some point it would be the only thing that matters.  Giving it away for the hungrier.  Say in a portal of thoughts conflicting.   Membranes and debacles are always in the way.  And your goals go out the window.  Stole the senses out of you.  Like an extra, an unreasonable additional structural member.  But it is saner you say your mind persuaded.  It is safer.  It is more kind and acceptable.  You tried holding it back much longer than everybody could ever do.  The sadness of it all.  And the only words they want to hear from you are "It's okay, I understand."

And you'd end up searching for another thing to busy your head about.  Like an empty crossword puzzle to attack.  You become a book page flipper, a blanket and pillow cuddler, an eye closer.   That thing you do when it is sad,  Breathing in and out.  To the sports portal.  Which sport is what you keep asking yourself,  And the environs that go with it.  It is a bad year you say.  A good year for most.  There will be more inspiring stories to listen to.  More entertaining.  Like that memory somebody did not forget.  That sad refrain before the chorus.  That flicker before the light, and the time that melts your cigarettes away.

Something was wrong you said but nobody cared.  Say another missing reinforcing member of a structure you built your thoughts to, And the words, set of words, a sentence, a paragraph that was meant to just form a question mark.  Art to appreciate and to just look forward to anyhow.  The beauty that brings more quests for questions.  The translations and synonyms to deduce about.  These words that I can betray and push around.

INTENTIONAL OUTRIGHT

I hate to say this but people can be bought.  And the sad thing is that it only happens if you'd let it.  I happen to grew up in a house where there were too many aunts & uncles around.  I am not even sure how that happened.  Now I can't be sure if it's a blessing or if it is a curse.  I grew up nervous all the time.  The only thing that bothers me more is when they leave and come back.  Like nothing ever happened.  Most of them left of course.  In time they realized that they need to have their own homes and raise a family of their own.  And so I used to have more cousins around than I needed to.  Most of them has made me how I am today.  And because my father was well off back then, we were blessed to go study to a private school, Something that I always tried and try to make parents and peers proud of.  But the truth was that it was quite stressful, needless to say though that we always have help around.   Something that I felt not really that necessary.

As time went by, that understanding that it can't be the way it was.  The unconscious search for that feeling once again does come from time to time,  That unconscious yearn for that old feeling sometimes do come back much to my dismay.  There were times that you wish it does not happen again and although the thought to escape can not be suppressed because  the pull was so strong.

CAMPAIGNS OF THE MASSES AND THE ESCAPISTS

Yesterday I listened to this debate on TV.  And before I could say or write anything I might regret later, let me give the facts from my own perspective.   Most people lose their faces.  It's called the face of defeat, and the other thing we can call is a loser.  And there are different types of losers. Those who know how to accept loss, those who don't know how to accept loss, and those who can not help it that the loss has affected, will affect, and continue to have a great negative effect on them.  

Such is the idea of Polity.  The need to continue their lifestyles has clouded their judgments.  I know that this would or could hurt those people, those famous personalities we look up on TV, those whom we admired and respected, those honorable, to the point of helplessness.  They got entangled with their own worlds, blinded by their own views of the reality.

And as I go on with this writing, I thought of killing myself a zillion hundred times in my head.  I don't know why.  Nobody could even tell me why.  And that includes you, those who I thought were always on my side turned out to be those who would betray me.  After this, I'd wonder yet again.  What about that? what does it matter anyway.  What is there to fight about for anyway now?  Will it ever feel the same again?  Or is this is just it now?

FRATERNITIES, SORORITIES, ORGANIZATIONAL CONFUSION AND AFFILIATIONS

We have got this problem.  Hmm Problem...let us call it a problem.  This idea of associations, a group, a tribe, a clan... in a nutshell, the need to belong.  Somehow somewhere I hear this wicked voice...how sad and funny and inspiring! For a few seconds, minutes if not hours and days, we'll be hypnotized into thinking their own visions and thoughts.  What is real is what you see so they say.  What you get is what you see.  What you see is what you get.  What am I looking at now? Come on, we are all just individuals.  The collective.  Sure does seem sane I know.  The What would you do if you follow me-What would you do if I follow you?  There is that daily struggle, each his or her own real struggle to feel real.  But why struggle to feel real if what's real for most collective thought is the physical?  

Yes, I must be hungry, breathing.  We have got loud brains which we do not really need.  We yearn & need.

ENTERTAINMENT IN SPIRES

I long to write about how the entertainment industry has and always will affect how we treat each other.  It has produced the most unbelievable stories.  Some do claim validity of its honesty to portray characters on stories that we somehow do accept and follow to be true, sensible and inspiring.  I have this awful thought though as to how it has managed to brainwash us to think that the lives of the people inside the screens seem to be the only type of people that should exist.  The lives of these actors, actresses, sportsmen, musicians, & artists seem to have dominated our mindset aside from the other usual things that we have to look out for.  And it is true perhaps that it has made living in this world a little more bearable in some way or another.  The industry has kept our lives on speed.  It's not saying too much that some imaginary things and fantasies had to be personified to fulfill that dreamy feel, that awesome feeling, that heavenly feel we kept yearning for to last a lifetime.

But you and I have his or her own way of facing the world.  We live now in a world where we cared and wanted to hear more from other people's activities rather than our own.  We now live in a place where our mothers and sisters cared more about this famous actress' or artist's pregnancy.  We cared much more about how, to whom or where this TV star is hanging out with.  We cared much more of their own accomplishments and their achievements, never thinking about our own.  And if some point we were so amazed that we tend to value their judgments more than our own, we get blinded by their mistakes and misgivings like divorces, unacceptable behavior, several marriages, child neglect, broken homes, drug abuse and the like.

Now we even praise some of these people instead of ignoring the fact that it demoralizes the young fandom.  And influencing them to the point that their fall brings about the same fandom and followers' fall.  Well we could call their lives more colorful than how we lived our own lives depending on how one defines life. And I think much has been written about this topic anyway, And who am I to anyway to disturb this joy out of them.

SPAS, WELLNESS CENTERS, RECESS AND BREAK PERIODS

I never recalled a time on each of our adolescent years where we had to go to wellness centers, spas, or massage/masahe parlors.  When we were kids, we only get to sleep on our own chairs or ask permission from the teacher to be excused.  And we may eventually be sent to the canteen or the clinic for some kind of special treatment, food, beverage, or maybe some kind of medical care to make us feel better and back at our usual selves again.  This is how it is basically.  We see our school dentists, school doctors, and school nurses.  We also get to see the people in the school canteen.  They look much less threatening.  Everybody knows how delightful that feels.  It's easily a little more comforting if one has his or her own lunch or snackbox.  

And as time passes by to the teenage years, adolescence to adulthood, growing pains sets in.  And we can no longer deny the fact that we do need these services.  But it is not really right to  be dependent on it.  I am really quite surprised how health services progressed back here.  It is not healthy to see too much health-conscious people around.  It makes one feel that we're all sick in some way even though we are not.  Illnesses such as the common cold, flu and cough does happen to us, to each one of us once in a while, but I do sometimes feel the pretensions.  Like some adult who pretends to cough, or wheeze and sneeze.  Inciting some kind of disease or some kind of another virus name , and create scare tactics through media, which to some extent would then produce a new supplement, vitamin, a drug, a placebo, a medicine...in tablets, in capsules, in syrups, in fluid or in whatever form.  It's just plain sad now.  And so other than this practice, we also had people who always has this idea that he'll or she'll feel a lot more better if he or she is physically fit.  Making that terminology "Physically Fit" to embody some kind character in a superhero movie.  And that has somehow made all the fuss.  It has really made all the fuss in terms of the Physical parts of our selves.  to each in his or her own preference of beauty along with health and wellness for which we try to adore and cherish and personify.     

HEADACHES, TAXICABS, BEERS, & BEACH RESORTS

Imagine a world where you only need to accommodate a group of people, or even just a single person in a place where one can find the most scenic ocean resort.   Say a place where one can find the clearest and bluest waters and the finest sand.  Of course there'll be a lot of comments here and that.  Some are constructive criticisms and a lot I must say would depend on how the mood was sort of setup not only by the owners and the occupants, but also the friendliness of nature, atmosphere, the weather.  

There are a lot of places down here where one can unwind and get reacquaint with their own  selves along with their own families, relatives, friends, and familiar strangers.  And to know that these are in itself a way of knowing that some time, some day, and in some distant expectations perhaps, it is comforting to know that we have the oceans, shores as a friend we can go to and reflect with once in a while.

It's been a little strange though, that although we had so much blessings here when it comes to places to have leisure,   beach resorts, amusement parks, recreation centers,.. etc., still most people from here prefer to make a living outside the territories.  And I am not really sure why.  No one ever really knows.

COLLISION MISSIONS, ADD MISSIONS, ADMISSIONS, ADMITTANCE AND ADMONITIONS,

The additions to where the things and dreams that came true in your domiciles may or may not prove to be the things and dreams an occupant may need after all.  After all that fun and tiresome tasks at work with colleagues and fast friends, there'll be more tasks heavier than the other.  When that time comes, when the confusion of deciding what is real has to be considered.  If it's just a big joke or just plain nonsense, like searching for that end to which you thought at first would be refreshing could be that same pressure that happens in loops.  The vision and the phases that needs attending could very well be the same reason why one needs to just not engage. Not engage.  Because of that learning curve, the process, that had to be taught to be more accepted.   The psyche for which these might or can prove wrong depends on the occupants.  

I have observed how families have grown to be.  At least at some point in their lives I must say.  It boils down to how it's done and served.  Will it be out of anger? Will it be out of lust? Will it be out of convenience? Will it be out of the need to strengthen a business?  Will it be out of spiritual growth?  Will it be out of the season that changes time and time again?  Will it just be out of a teenage angst that produced an unwanted pregnancy, a child that came their way?  Will it be out of the friendship that's law and behold, the only real thing that mattered?  Or will it just be another problem, a rentable space, a temporary shelter, a hidden second family, third, fourth or fifth extensives?

There are so many ways to perceive cultures.  

PERFUMERY SUDDENLY

And suddenly I wanted to be the perfume guy.  The one that sells perfumes, scents and something to smell hmmm sweet , and nosecandy.  No, not that kind.  No, no, it's not what you think.  Something that smells hmmm scary, the scent that scares the shit out of your noses.  You won't know which smell I am referring to.  I won't let you know.  The online community needs to sell something to smell from their screens, something promotional, something free that sometimes come out off little papercuts whiffed around and round and to everyone.  Take a whiff off this.  Hey you, take a whiff out of this nonsense smell, scentless, and scentful, sinful or senseless.  Something that comes in bottles, and sprayed all over somebody's glands, pores and asses.  Gas, farts and the louder kinds.  Those that sometimes were given involuntarily or in haste and could last over five seconds.  Hey again "Who farted?"

TAILOR MADE SEWN STITCH KNIT

Tasks are something we do everyday, and if one does it all the time, it becomes a habit until it becomes a routine.  Everybody knows that. It takes a lot of time to master something one gets to be good at.  And an authority perhaps has to be the one who decides one's capabilities on doing tasks, activities, ... job. One needs to be taught and taught and experience and practice, then eventually can stand on its own to face the tasks that needs to be done.  

A few days ago I was doing laundry and tried stitching my ripped trousers.  These days they somehow always rip, split apart, hahahaha.  Something wrong with it perhaps, or it may just be me.  I am now a practicing tailor or a sewer if that's a word... hehe stitcher?  We don't have a sewing machine that's why I had to do it by hand.  I'm sure it's easy by now.  Needles and threads and loops, and a thimble if need be.  And into the eye of the needles.  I used different sizes of needles I got from mother's round metal )cookie) box.   Well, I did stitch my shoes months before because it was falling apart.  It was my favorite pair of chuck taylors., ... tailoring the chuck taylors... wow! How about that? Don't get too excited, I got another pair of shoes.  But I just like the chucks when am just at home because it feels comfortable.  I may have to buy another pair like these but I'm not sure if I could afford anymore.  I'm still optimistic though.  

THE CONFUSION OF LETTERS, SYMBOLS, LANGUAGE, & SPEECH AND ORAL COMMUNICATIONS

I don't understand my world's demeanor.  Am I writing the languages mistaken as correct?  I have always been of the understanding of this formality, taught to be what should be in school.  Now I am starting to feel and think now what my life could have been like if I never have gone to school.  It is really unfair to be treated like shit everyday.  I feel like shit at the moment.  And the world is not helping at all.