STREETNAME MISSIONS

And that place were named after trees.  And that place were named after flowers.  And that place were named after planets.  That place were named after zodiac signs.  That place were named after what else?  And the place were named after mountains and volcanoes.  You'd find Sierra Madre, Batulao, Mayon, Kanlaon, Arayat.  Taal, Pinatubo  and should I look for Mt. Everest somewhere?

It was kind of wonderful and confusing at the same time how streets were named after countries in Europe.  There was Greece, Italy among others.  I'm sure you can find France somewhere or maybe Denmark or Finland.  And if some unsuspecting friend would ask you where you've been,

you'd just tell them, "I've been to Greece yesterday.  It was wonderful."  And that friend would or might take you seriously, he or she might walk away puzzled.

And at another place, streets were named after virtues.  You can find Justice, Integrity and Fortitude.  You can also find Wisdom somewhere too.

EXTREME BUSINESS ABSURD PROCEDURE NICETIES

Now we have come to a point where the Business Class will have to fight for its legitimacy.  They will have to prove their expertise on certain tasks.  And so multiple entities will provide certifications just so they could perhaps prove to peers their expertise, their experience and give their clients and customers a feeling of security.  These certifications will have to be legitimate as well signed by whomever authority figure once again and will be shown and framed inside offices.  And before securing these certifications, they'll have to undergo certain seminars or training.  And these training will need and eat more of your time and money.  So much like going to school again.  After school where we somehow reach a point and achieve that paper called a diploma. It's kind of depressing that we are continuously being betrayed by these institutions, their procedures and their requirements.  It's as if we have to keep bowing down to some kind of authority, some kind of superior that does not end.  

It is after that graduaton that one should keep in mind that he or she will or still will have to undergo several examinations, procedures.  Too many things to satisy, too many people to please.  So much bureacratic nonsense happens that almost always every office reflects too much crap.  How often do we see these people around?  And should there be whistles blown? 

How does one simple worker break free from this?  You know these nonsense rule our lives everyday that it almost and will probably continue.   I will try to make a list of this procedures and complain on each and everyone of it besides the schools.

> Social Security System 

> Government Insurance System

> Philippine Health Insurance Systems

> Land Transportation Office

> Department of Public Works & Highways

> Department of Tourism

> Department of Interior and Local Government

> and several more...

And if I am having hard time doing all these bureacratic procedures,  God help those dumber than me.

DIGITAL FOOTPRINT ADVANCES

Before it was just as simple as creating your own email address.  Something you may disregard at some point when things get really silly.  But it really is silly doing so.  It really just doesn't add up when you keep going on line and see all the things that will and has come to your attention.  The only way to keep it in control is set your mind straight and simplify.  

One of several ways to keep your data at bay when you feel unsecured digitally is to just let it all be.  Why bother?  Maybe it's not for you.  If you get too impatient say how your computer is slow, or how your internet connection lags in between tasks.  Don't lose your temper over which you yourself cannot accept that it's not really even or came from you. The wonders of how this internet connectivity has somehow and seems to rule our lives these days.  It just clearly shows how an entity could go berserk.  It really is some sort of an anarchy in the making.  Something that would give you the freedom to search something about on.    Because someone gets too inquisitive, and adventurous to the point of exhaustion.

THE SHITTY HEALTH OFFICES

There is this system in contracting and subcontracting construction projects where the client would demand services from an engineer.  The client's company business say, a factory of toys, a plant of some sort or industrial facilities, sure should have or is composed of different departments. The most common of which are the Administration Department, The Finance, The Maintenance, The Machine Rooms, The Engineering and The Medical Department.  And the obligation of having to ask for services outside of the company say, a subcontract for a particular task may have to be done by the company's in house, resident engineer.  The Engineer can or may have to look for a contractor to engage, say an Architectural output of working drawings.  For it is kind of unusual for a company to have an in-house architect.  It kind of does not fit to have an in-house architect around.  Architects somehow do not belng inside factories, am not sure why.  Or do they?  And so the engineer may have to look for an Architectural Firm, say to renovate or redesign their existing place of work, a building, their factory, their mill, their plant, whatever. 

But somehow these people would require certain expertise and certifications.  They would have to demand the requirements for safety and security of a specific task.  I have read too much of these training and attendance certificates that am not sure if they really are reliable.  One of my friends who is  a subcontractor says that these requirements do not really apply for people who only had to visit.  And these Certifications and even the Identification Cards can be faked anyway.  So, what do you think?

THE EMPTY BUILDING

Indeed there was history.  There was history on their settings too familiar and now too obvious to obscure or even obfuscate. It's like trying to insist that Hotels are better than Homes.  Make it a Condotel, an Econotel, an Apartelle, a Motel, a Hostel, whatever you want to call it, still you better have to be at Home or feel at Home literally and methaporically, or even simile speaking. There's too much shame to keep you from noticing it.  And too filthy not to notice. It's like having to keep looking at the trash that still keeps turning up showing up on your line of sight, persistent and shameless.

And as you keep yourself busy with your own word processors or computers, with a desk...somehow at some point you'd feel like one of those people they call a receptionist. And it gets weird as the days go by. And suddenly everyone else in the family thinks that you have gone crazy as they continued to go on with their own business of having to keep what somebody else or some group has planned to build or continue to build.  What happens if one of them got confused and deduced very reasonably, and asked what's that for really anyway?  Tourists? or Colonizers?  Where the architect would suddenly insist "I'm sorry, we really don't need to do that anymore." or  as the building is done said something like "I'm sorry, stop it.  We shouldn't continue. What was I thinking?"

It's something like "What do I need to build a movie theater for? Don't they have their own flat screen TVs at home? What?  What do you mean they have no homes??

And so the architect was so blinded by his own convictions that all he or she could do was hide and recall his own doing, his past, his memories, his life.  And finally said to himself?  "God, what have I done?"

Let's turn it into a school.  Haha.

VISIONS VALUE

"If you didn't value it, you don't deserve it."

"If you didn't give it value, then it won't matter."

This piece is for those who got obsessed with people on TV screens and books.  This is for the people who got too entertained by public officials, advertisements and network entertainment. For those who got obsessed with waiting for the next thing, for those who got obsessed with the vanity of music, the arts. literature.  This is for those who got too obsessed with learning how to make money, for those who got obsessed with cute children and celebrities.  For those who got obsessed with competition, contests, tournaments, & games.  To figure out who is the best, who is the worst, who is the prettiest, who's the smartest,who's the fastest...

This is for those who got too preoccupied with the past, rendering the present  and the future as moot & nonsense.  This is for the radio stations who keep playing the oldies, the classics, never the new ones.  This is for those who got too preoccupied with serving themselves, they forgot about other people.  This is for those who got too preoccupied with serving the public, they forgot to tend their own.  This is for those who work construction, and build houses for other people, that they forgot about their own. This is for those who work abroad, resident aliens, and for those who had to keep them safe and at bay.  This is for those bosses who got too comfortable to care, for the business owners who won't have to dare to care too much and those who will have to just keep waiting for the next pay. For those who do not want things to end and for those who insist to keep fighting for it not to end. 

This is for friends who complained about this and that.  For friends who complained about being bullied and became bullies themselves.  For friends who can't see it in their souls to forgive themselves. This is for those who got special treatment rendering a rebellious entity exist. 

This is for those who seem to want to see animals, and people killing each other. For those who seem to make it a usual pastime.  This is for those who seem to keep it pointless as much as possible. This is for those who lost control, for drunk and sober people who lost their heads.  This is for those who never seem to  find their own way, who seem to never get a break.  This is for those who  took their grace & blessings for granted that they threw it away, and had the gall to demand for it afterwards.

This is for those who's been deprived from the dream they should be living. For those who keep delaying their progress when they should be growing. For those who keep retarding their growth, kept intoxicated, those who kept laughing poking fun at other people, for those who kept distracting 

others when they should be working.  For those who keep disrupting them from class when they should be studying, when they should be writing, when they should be reading. This is for those who keep making other people doing things for them when they can really do it themselves.  This is for those who keep insisting  their things are better your own, those who keep tempting others to buy this and that, for those who keep confusing them, for those who's preconceiving their own preferences, their own judgment.

This is for those who keep feeding us purported scams, the sham, the hoax. This is for those who's too playful to realize anything, too forgetful to care. This is for the evil that keeps lurking at everyone's doors, shrubs, corners and everywhere.  This is for those who keep insisting to keep their places dirty and uninhabitable, unfriendly, deadly.  This is for those who are obsessed with cleanliness, the speed freaks and the doters. This is for the cheaters, the stealers, those who don't and can't keep an honest living, to save them from themselves, those who keep shameful jobs and those who keep them thriving.

This is for those who are constantly being pressured to do this and that.  For those who were being pushed too far, for those children who are constantly being abused, and for those forgotten by their own peers.  This is for the news on TV that constantly feed you bad reports. This is for those peers, preachers who got too preoccupied with giving people advice and suggestions that they can't even begin to look at their own. This is for those public officials who keep defending their motives, their plans and the children and followers they have to keep.  

STEPHEN KING MANNY PACQUIAO BOXES

A world famous writer and a world famous boxer.

Subject and predicate agreements. Simple sentences with verbs, nouns, pronouns, adjectives and so forth. If somehow your peers, your friends, your mates find you a little more silent than them, they would eventually ask something from you. Like write for you or speak for you, in behalf of whoever.

Say they needed to write something on paper and they can't find it in themselves to do so, the first thing they'd expect from you is a question.  "Why, don't you have hands?" But you didn't ask it.  Something that might puzzle them knowing that they can really do it by themselves. Their reasoning.  Because their grammar is not good. They somehow get confused with words and sentences right away. They might even find it funny.  They somehow find it funny to form letters into words into sentences into paragraphs.  Paragraphs that could have made more sense for them. They know it. That is why they try to make you do it for them.   And since they still can't find it in themselves to do so, they'd eventually give you that sad look persuading you to do the writing yourself for them. 

That is how it is with letters down here.  And one of the most important pieces of writing are called documents.  More so when you are at school and office environments. One needs to be more formal.  Maybe because you had to persuade the reader for something you need. The respect they needed and the time it will take for both to satisfy each other's need.  Mutual.  To move on with their lives.

The writer and the reader. 

On my freshman year In Architecture School,   we were taught to write more legibly or write architecturally. One might really find it a little absurd.  But that's how it is.   Something I wish to share with my peers, the wonders of it.  But it was fun.  Imagine writing letters & numbers on Graphing Papers, you know those papers with graphs which really are just squares, or lines, horizontal and vertical with 0.5 mm spacing?  They look more like squares for crossword puzzles. 

Graphics 1.  It wasn’t called Graphics 101. Was it?  Write it, print it, mark it, however you want to call it.  It is ink on paper.  Pen and the paper.  A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z.   0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9. Letters and numbers.  They are all written in caps, in capitals.  That is how it is.  You’d find it easy at first and smile.  And as you do so, you’d find out eventually who’s got excellent pen grips, I mean your classmates with more neat penmanship.  Who’s got the better grasp on mind and hand command?  All in the name of neatness.  You need to be more careful making it proper.  We were instructed not to go outside the box.  I got past it.

At this age, I must say, now you can make your own boxes with numbers.  You may have to shade and erase some of the boxes. Call it ACROSS & DOWN, empty boxes with clues and make your own CROSSWORD PUZZLES for everyone you hold dearly.   It’s like a sport.  You can cheat or teach your way in, find references, ask somebody else, ask yourself. Everyone in the family can join in.

THE ADVENTURES OF COUNT LANGUAGE AT READING

Among the very first things I had to learn in school was Language, Reading and Math.  It's not Mathematics or Arithmetic..we only called it simply as Math.  'Math' with emathics now makes you think of "atik-atiks"  or something "untrue or pretentious" for lack of better words to deduce,  But yeah, if you have do it again, would you prefer not to go to school and stay at home instead?  What do you think would become of you?  Do you think you'd turn out fine anyway?  Do you think it'll make you feel much brighter or smarter if you never really have gone to school to learn something?

What do you think?  Would it be better just to stay at home and learn eveything without formal education?  And why should there be phases or levels to undergo?  Will it be possible these days to not go to school anymore?  "There's internet now, hey ... I don't need to go to school anymore!"  We only need games , games, games , games...Yahoo, laptop laptop laptop, computers..computers , internet and google....blah blah blah

HOW ELSE? ARE YOU A FAKE NEWS?

Yes, how else should I treat the outside.  I've been from the outside long enough to know which I think within me knows what is real and what's not.  And it really us such a shame if your businesses seem to keep or get entangled or dragged along with it.   And it'll just keep happening like clockwork like a robot, a machine.  And so which or how do we know which is fake really?  which really is authentic?  Which is really original these days?   When you seem to have seen how it could be faked?

Or maybe fake is a strong word.  How about that feeling alone.  That feel.  Hahaha.  What am I talking about?

THE SUBJECT IS WHINING: BROTHER SIGHER, SISTER LAUGHTER, DUST MAGNETIC SUPER FLYER

Blame.  Lay blame.  It isn't easy. Just do it.  Do it later. Keep silent. It could be more valid.  Don't move.  Be cool.  Chill.  Relax.  Take it easy.  Be smart.  Stop whining.  Sing.  One, two, three, four.

My brother has this habit of  leaving things behind for me to clean. His clothes, cigarette butts, plates, kitchen work, homework.  At least that's how it seems to me.  I seem to keep seeing his shit these days more than before because I stay at home these days more than ever before. I seem to notice this disarray more, because I now have this preoccupation' or sort of like a goal, to try to keep things in order as much as possible. My other brother seems to do the same too. And it does not really feel good to keep seeing things this way however much you keep reminding them to not do so. I have to talk about it.  It's not good. It feels like an insult. My father is not really that type of person.  I do admire my father's neat ways, his tidiness. I may have gotten it from him, my sort of like this discipline.  My mother is too.  But not with her paperwork.  My mother's paperwork seem to keep baffling me. There's too much of it everywhere.   But there's always a time to keep things in order and there's a time to wreck things.  It could either be for fun or for the heck of it. Don't get me wrong, I must be doing the same as well in other ways much more dirt, slime, grime, germs. 

Maybe that's why we needed housekeepers to assist us with this practice. Every household seem to always have this predicament. to tend to each other's homes so as not to affect or cause bad behavior, bad sceneries, bad outlooks,  bad outputs.  Does it follow?  Or do you follow where I'm heading?  I don't want to complain about it and I don't really want to be the whiny kind.  It's like having to keep expecting every scenery to be in order and proper. It's like having to expect things to be at least cleaner than before.   But will this expectation only bring emptiness? Will this practice only bring more hatred for that  expectation, more arguments, more disagreements, more insecurities?  Will it bring more laughter, pain and tears? Will it only bring us into chaos, making me sick, making me ill with contempt? Like there's always the dirt, the dust, the shit that is always fed in front of you in your face everyday,  in more ways more than ever.  And you wondered why it keeps  happening like clockwork.  Like the scabs that hurt your skins,  the mosquitoes that suck your blood, like the rat that gnaws, the cockroach that crawl with antennas wandering about.  Bugs flying here and there.

I'd rather want to listen for the birds chirping perching outside. in the early morning air,  grab a pillow and sleep back into my own fictional wilderness with blankets swallowing the whole of me.

But my brothers' filth drags me along.  I didn't really needed to be like them. I didn't have to be the one my parents seem to keep running to for this . I refuse , and resist.  It's gone way overboard!  And it's time for a revolt! My own revolution.  This kind of revolution happens.  Shit happens too. It does not stop.  "Let it all be" you say. I'd let if you'd only stop whining when I do so.  Somebody will have to catch my "letting it all be" without my hand in helping so.  And should I care who gets the fall? And would you catch them when they all fall?  I guess I will have to  keep doing my secret smile for whomever will get my point.  Let's see who really needs me.  Need.  It's just your need for me. Your need of me. I'll have to get rid myself of those who needs, would need, and needed me. But sooner than expected , a relative, a neighbor intervenes. Or the housekeeper, who inadvertently became the one who always took the fall.  Or that housekeeper who tends your lawns, washes your clothes, cooks your food when your parents can't handle it.  Who inadvertenly knew more of your family more than your relatives, more than your neighbors, who eventually could betray and gossip about you, and spies on your every move,  almost made your family a little more predictable. Learning your ways, observing your ways, you faults, listening to every one of you quarrel about, fighting about something.  Made money out of your every mistakes.  And brought them wondering why this  happens to a household, a blessed household like yours.  And they won't really care that much.  Their reasoning may have become standard.  Such is that service deal. They too have become predictable as well.  Too polite to a fault, to earn something afterwards, the awkwardness of it, and the fun that comes and goes.  It's like a blind spot.  Every household's blind spot.  Now we're down to for that urge again. Work, work, work.  It's just work, work, work all over  and over again.  And you'd constantly will have to keep seeing about it, hearing about it. Because it seems you cared more about it.  About that perfect notion of the good.  It seems  you cared more than them. Why do you keep doing so?  And we're back to it again.  Eventually. Drag me along sister, and think along sitter.  This could very well be the most awesome ride you're gonna run into.  Hold on to something and there's no stopping this.  Even the traffic lights would not have enough colors to control this speeding through for the drive.  The number of traffic light colors will never be enough to control the unmechanical drives of your well beings, your awkward pursuits, your undeniable unsatisfactions. 

Fart on.

It may just be a written word.