EAVE DROPS ABOVE ROAD STRIPES

It was really kind of silly but is fun at the same time. How we somehow have made it out off some of the most odd & frightening places unscathed. But I meant to say that to impress the devil out of me. Out of that need to release the energy that can or may prove to be useless anyway. But there is this thing about eaves dropping. Is that a metaphor, simile, a figure of speech, an irony of some sort? But how is it that we have to keep eavesdropping? I know how I understand the word "Eaves". We do somehow refer to it as that thing that borders the roofs of our houses, the roofing, the rooftop of our shelters, abodes, dwellings, or for some overthinking folks, the head of our houses. That roof entity that may somehow have to be featured on Roof Framing Plans, details drawn from some Drafter, Draughter, or a Draftsman. For some definite purpose, the finite purpose of structuring, making, creating something out of something. Somehow they always looked the same as those cornices you see around ceiling corners. They could either be convex or concave, sloped, angled, or just plain straight. Cyma Recta, Cyma Reversa whatever. Gutters, flashing, gutters flashing. And it could be done out of timber, steel, or concrete. It could be waterproofed to last , painted, or shaped oddly to your own preferences. Water canals that catch rainwater, enabling it to flow to smoother regions, down the steel or PVC spouts, catch basins, and down into the sewer canals. The cycle of dropping eaves.

SOCIAL MEDIA CRACKS, POTHOLES AND LOOPHOLES

Before the heydays of computers, you should realize that before your so called notion of the heydays of computers, there was a different kind of a set of heydays of computers.  The real big difference is that the innovations that were only dreamed before are now very possible.  Before when we were kids (the 80s kids generation), some of us were quite happy with the simple TV and the Radio.  We also had the Family COMPUTERS, which we sure have not realized that the working class already had the PERSONAL COMPUTERS when we were just busy playing FAMICOM  or THE ATARIS.  Inside our blockhouses, the suburbs we didn't need to keep caring about the personalities on Mainstream TV.  We go out into the fields, exploring some things not found inside, experiencing things firsthand.

Now it seems some folks have gone afraid of the outside.  They want to blow it up like it's something we didn't need to see.  Hahahaha.  NUCLEAR  everything, BOMB that place.  It seems that we have shrunk ourselves inside four-walled environments we safely called and culled our OFFICES.  And before one can have that kind of security, having an office to go to everyday to deem as if one is really working, or to the factory, to the market, to wherever things or services were sold.  The trading of things , the barter of goods and services which seem to keep some of our heads keep turning.  

In just a span of around forty years, the NETWORK has gone from just an angsty movie to the real NETWORK thing.  Satellites and towers were drawn up to connect each other, to connect people with each other.   Cellphones,computers, countless technological accessories were available almost for free.  

The wonderment still exists to where or to which generation owns this time, this place or that.  The 20's generation sure did have something different in their minds, the 30's generation sure do also have their own,  the 40's sure was more colorful than ever but is shown in black and white,  so was the 50's generation where it still is somehow vague , grey and obscure, the 60's generation made the world a little more frightening and peaceful, the 70's generation more colorful, the 80's in technicolor, the 90's ultra colorfully rough, and the new millennia became a little more dumb and whiny on my perspective.  Hahaha.  Do you agree?  Now the question now shouldn't be from what generation, age , time or place are you from?  What CHANNEL are you in now?   What NETWORK?  Am I making sense, am I making sense to you/

Hahahaha.  Well I should stop analyzing our own activities.  It seems though that because it apparently is so, I shouldn't have to keep emphasizing the wonderment of it.  Nobody needs to talk about how it is so that we keep blaming how and why this happened.  We really did really needed it apparently that's why.  A great number of us does anyway especially those who were engulfed inside the CROSS OF COMMERCE, TRADE,   and everything.  Because of SOCIAL MEDIA, I was able to stalk people first hand rather than having to keep hearing about them on the NEWS.  Especially the celebrities, local, national and international.  We can almost talk to them firsthand and see how or what they are doing. Or we get to know our LEADERS really well, more than ever before.  We get to know the things they wish they hadn't done before, and the people they were clearly associated before.  As kids, to teenage years to adulthood, we were able to see more of them than how we see or perceive ourselves.  That it became really apparently shameful how we needed to know more of them than ourselves.  And when we started to keep knowing more about ourselves, our place, our own environments, our communities,  we were branded NARCISSISTS.  Hahahaha.

How we really did found it funny before what we really found funny and interesting now.  Now we can not stop how this somehow has ruled our lives.  But we sure did learn how to follow through.  We learned who were among those who was more delusional or more obsessive about things necessary and unnecessary.  It really is wonderful.  A wonderful world.

STRANGER THINGS INDEED

Strange things started happening a long time ago.  I did not want to dig in into the details but it is so.  I am afraid it is so.  And I will have to keep seeing it as things that I will have to accept as something that makes sense.  And though it seems that it didn't matter at all, when in fact it does.  The moment I feel things go strange, I always find a way to keep swerving or just accept it as it is.  Because I believe that things will eventually get unstrange for lack of a better word.

It's like something that you can almost always do naturally at a certain age, at a certain point in your lifetime.  Something that you don't need to do out of curiosity anymore, or something that you wouldn't have to keep reasoning about.  

There's this point in an architectural activity where one realizes that he or she don't need to keep learning about.  The way one student of architecture need to keep doing to not feel estranged.   And there will be a time eventually to decide.  The process for which one needs to do to engage and practice what he or she has learned beforehand.  Something that 's done as a student collectively will be considered useless at some point, or even rendered unnecessary.  And one wonders why do we have to keep going through that.  But hey, there's a difference. 

GET READ OFF THIS AND THAT

I don't understand.  Were you keeping a diary? Haven't we been blessed enough to start being
sensitive to that kind of thought?  What were you doing, writing a book? What happens now if every remark that you hear became sort of a tort?  A sardonic whisper, a sarcastic thought?  Would I end up dumb and stupid?  Is there a need for you to do so? Was it even necessary to point that out? Have I been so close to you to make it forgivable enough?  Have I been so predictable and imperative enough to deserve that kind of treatment? Have we been too close enough to tolerate  such behavior? Is there a need for you to change your ways?

Do you want to hear it or would you rather much prefer to read about it?  Would it make it safer?  Would it be more thoughtful if you see it, hear it?  Or wouldn't it be better if you just feel it?  And if you felt it, would it be real, would it feel real? Would it feel true?  Truer if you you see it, hear it, and feel it?

What happens now if every word you hear from this day forward are nothing but confessions?  Confessions of things that gets a little too sad than before.  Or happier when it feels brighter.

Did I talk too much?  Did I?  Have I said too much to you? Tutu to you... Hehehe

THE BASIC UNIT SPREADS

As I write this, I've been thinking about toasting bread or nevermind toasting it as long as the bread came from the oven from the bakeshop. I can eat them fine, I always find them tasty anyway. Not that I don't need a spread for it.  A spread,  Hmm a sandwich spread..wow  A fresh cup of coffee from the coffeemaker..no, no, don't need a coffin maker  just yet although I have managed to have carried a  coffin-like shape box before,  Yes,  I can still remember using it as a sort of storage for stacking cash.  Paper bills of different colors, and of course coins of assorted sizes. Different rectangular things and round shaped metal.  I was enthralled to have been assigned to keep them beside my makeshift bed on site before. I had to count them.  I had to keep them so I could pass them on for the building's hard working workers. The foreman, the carpenters, the masonry men, the steelmen,  the painters, the welders, the plumbers, & the younger ones we call the labor, the help, the assistants or to for whomever does need them paper and metal things. It does feel a little strange for me to do so but it's just the way it was, my assignment before. For I was one among the staff who had to assist the architect in any way I can.  

Just one of many tasks we had to keep doing while were in or at the helm of finishing a structure for the province. Well, I can almost always do feel the smell of smoke out from a burning  firewood somewhere.  As you get up and bathe in the open air, water from a drum, a barrell rusting green with algae of sorts,  the construction helmet as that thing you use for pouring water over your head.  And the ducks that kept roaming around, the chickens, the roosters with chicks , the flock of birds.  That rollcall,  that payroll on the end of the month, that inspiring thought of that ever exciting restless payday. 

STEALING THE ENERGY OUT OF YOUR BONES, KEEPING THE REDS OFF YOUR BLUES, KEEPING BLUE YOUR REDS TO GRIN...THE INSPIRER INSPIREE GAME

(*If I remember anything, I'd make mistakes again.*

The Get Up Kids's Mass Pike ) 

I can still recall this series of episodes which somehow stars Katherine Parkinson from IT Crowd, Dr. Martin.  They have these robots as servants or housekeepers.  And so it does whatever it really wishes you to do.  It has got modes and settings.  And so mother hired another worker for our  home again.  This morning I yet have to express my protest against it once again.  Because I do feel that we do not need a housekeeper for a house where everything really is manageable.  Because I feel that I do not have to keep relating with them.  

Because it always does feel like these servants had to keep attacking this household leaving me with the thought yet again that they seem not to understand, including everyone in my family, that one of the reasons why this city, community fail is this master and servant mentality.  It never ends, Something that I had to keep understanding.  Mother told me to just ignore them if it bothers you that much.  I told her that good for her, we have another human being we could treat like somebody who is of lower class but really does seem to keep bogging me down that it's the other way around, that we always fall for this nonsense.  Mother needed some extra pair of hands,  whenever she is away working outside, thus leaving this creature like an orphan who do not really needed to be here.  Well, I could be wrong I could be right.  But they come and go and it is not right. And I have the right to say so.  It does not resolve anything fruitful.  we'll see, will see. There always is a big sign across every new worker's head here that says *AM I PART OF THE FAMILY?*.   And my answer will always be *DO YOU WANT TO BE?*.

And this had to be one of the most micro-political bullfrogshit that no one never really talks about. And they always had to be the thing that had to be about within. To keep the peace, to keep it sane, to keep it humble,  to keep it clean.  Really now? But the next quest is whether I have to keep mumbling about or expect some kind of gratitude or magic out of this. I hope so too. I can then ask her *Do you know how to architecture?*  Yes, I could bet that they could all do. At some point anyhow.    

GOODS SERVICES

At some point it will or it won't make sense at all.   To sell something in exchange for something.  But it is what's outside.  The goods and services, it wasn't referred to as BADS & DISSERVICES. It is there for us to decide how we treat the marketplace.  It should not be something that had or has to be devoured, meaning, I do want to believe as so, that everyone has that appetite for these needs.  Yes, we have our own preferences, choices, tastes, etcetera etcetera.  

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.