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.