UNAMPLIFIED

It is reflective.  You'd find yourself stationary, reflectionary.  More like mirrors than walls.  Your thoughts arrive more like dragonflies than butterflies.  Your thoughts coming out of your pores, vapors steaming hot like lava out of you.  You resist and you had to be rocked to put you into submission to let it go.  Like the gas from your system,  prrrrt.  prrrrrropooooot,  hahahaha.

It needs a push, a rub or you might find yourself in pain.  Your circulatories gyrate around you and another will find himself more of an avid listener around you.  Your ears ringing like radio, antenna-like, you had to probe along.  It's physical, mental, psychological.  Like the moon yesternight you were dumbfounded, like a camera that zooms in and out of your life.  

And you find the others too, also dumbfounded.  Guests all around like ghosts from the past, feeling crowded in a spacious room.  The distant neighborly chair somebody moved that sounded more like a fart than a drag.  And you wondered why you never heard yourself moaned or snore in bed.  

You worked your way out of it.  Some dramatically, somehow intelligibly.  It's embarrassing you thought.  I had to break out, you say.  I have to run.  Hahaha.  out of my room, my house, my city, my country,  Hahaha.  And into the woods, you'd find yourself free from troubles momentarily.  At the beach, where the winds will blowhard.  Underwater where only fishes may find you.  Swim or surf on, wade along and strike along like flying.  And then you come out and go underwater again. Breathe in and breathe out.  Deeper, further,  forward and couth.  March and back.  Haha.

QUARANTINE GUARANTEED

Quarantine.  Isolation.  Places where you are checked physically by health professionals.  I can only hear or see about this topic in places where transportation usually ports.  Like the Airports, the Terminals, Ships Passenger Docks, Bus Stops, Checkpoints and Medical and Agricultural facilities.  But of course, we can even make our own quarantine areas.  The most basic is a place with clean running water, your lavatories, your kitchen sink, in your home toilet.  It's where you wash away, bathe away, brush and drain away anything physically alien about yourself.  

Spiritually, it's like the confessional.  A booth inside a church where you supposedly pray and cleanse yourself of your unholy thoughts.  In our own personal temples, mosques, churches.  Where we kneel and worship to our own Gods.

And we were put into healing.  And our shields will have to be called viruses in disguise.   To force or remind us to stay put, pause and reflect.  And in different circles, it had to be called sessions.   Personal sessions, very private sessions to find serenity.  Divine and harmonic proportions. 

TERRIBLE SHIT

It's really simply terrible.  Why are we allowing ourselves to be manipulated by how we fared this time electronically? We have allowed ourselves to be caged by our own pride.  We should accept that technology, the phony kind, is not really that valid.  It's not that important.  It's just part of the plans we're making.  Our own drafts. like simply our own drafts which are never really final unless accepted officially.  It's messy. It needs scratch papers, blunt pencils, smudgy erasers.  That needs sharpening and honing. 

It's just a form of work that we do, be forever doubtful that it had to be put on paper first and signed.  To somehow prove its validity.  To know that it had to be called professions, professions of faith that it's going to be built and honored in time with grace.  But who among us were put to task, those who were put to the test and trained?  Those who will be prone to abuse and obsessive work and higher learnings. leaning on to our dreams of this and that.  To fulfill visions of our futures that continue to haunt our longing for a better life and for whom when reached, will fall to the abyss of greed and power.

Cheer up, aren't we blessed enough? 

SCOPES, HORRORSCOPES TALES OF HORROR

There, it's back again.  Somehow it's all over the page.   Use the scope, the telescope, your lens, your magnifying lens.  Magnify, focus and use the microscope.  Shoot it all down. Then you analyze it.  Oh, yeah look! Microbes, planktons, bacteria, amoeba, phytoplanktons, germs, dirt, mildew, scarabs, microscopic endemic organisms.  Virus.

And why in the heck are we still judging people by the dates and places of births?  By the schools they attended to, their zodiac signs, their names, their family, their friends, their peers, mentors folk,  and their looks.  We judge people by their past affiliations, their accomplishments, their achievements.  We also judge people by the amount of money they can spare outright.  By the houses, they live in, the place they go to, the clothes they wear, the people they relate with. 

There's the Medical Police.  Watch out.  Defend yourself.   Watch out, it's your friendly local Health Department.  They'll disinfect your places of worship, the airports, the museums, the public places.  Your private homes, your residences.  Don't fret, it's apparently for your own good, your own welfare.  

Then here come tales of horror we can read and watch.  We can compel each other to obey and take heed.  Or we can refuse to participate, to challenge the threat and investigate.  It's all part of the thinking process for a thinking individual.  Should we blindly obey if it's not that convincing?  Do we need to be persuaded, were we hesitant, resisting, uncooperative?  Would they have to do so by force, unnecessary, involuntarily?  

But then again, "Were these questions answered, investigated, researched and debated on?"

NOVEL CORONA VIRUS, COVID-19, PANDEMIC ISSUE

The fact of the matter is that I still doubt this.  Sure, I could be wrong and you could say that the only way that you could convince me otherwise is to infect me.  It gets annoying when it's the only thing that's bugging us every day now.  Did this issue come conveniently to emphasize the recession/ or has this caused the recession?  I have read and heard somewhere that this is merely a WHO stunt, a UNITED NATIONS affiliated political strategy.  But my God, have you heard and seen how our leaders act these days?   

It's like this.  So it's like this now?  Read between the lines? 

Corporate businesses went berserk over losing their value, so they create this.  Can we suggest that notion?  Or is it wrong to think that way?  Has the Chinese begun avenging after a former leader and even the present one did have more leanings on the China Concept invading our homelands?  And of course advocating the usual war on drugs, the human rights violation problems, the war on human trafficking, and this pandemic.  Should we have to make our own theories about this?  Every theory could be wrong, but I can think of several theories none of which my own parents won't want to hear.

Has one generation and another generation thoughts collided?   Conflicting opinions happen like clockwork.  Is it just a Computer Virus?  Is it somebody's novel, a horrifying fiction that came to life supported by Hollywood in the making?  Is it a married people thing?  Is it a moral issue?  Is it a sensationalized media war against the internet?  Or is it a real Health Concern?

A Pandemic.  Sure, medical supplies did become a big sell-out.  It turns out that all of these antibacterial, anti germs, antiseptic products had to be disposed of.  Testing kits, face masks, medicine, pills, food supplements, vitamins, power drinks, and what else have we?  

Medical practitioners, our heroes, our front-liners, nurses, doctors, medical technologists.  We all have to secure the validity of every taxed profession, or the government will be held liable for offering to regulate and tax it.  Is that it?  Just like how some other professions were regulated. Health buffs, health centers, hospitals, and makeshift health centers put into cross-hairs in our computers and TV screens.  But who would really have to resist this?  Why go into the task of proving them wrong when all of the media say otherwise?  It's good for our health, stay home and practice social distancing.  Wash our hands more often and longer than before and make sure we're not exhibiting the symptoms by taking Vitamin C.  

Well, health is wealth.  What else can I say?  I still see my shit every day.

VIRUS BY ROSE

I don't know if I have to call you by name anymore.  You still kept playing the game.  I don't know why all these things happen again/  Why?  What happened when I was not around?  Was somebody itching to take my place?  Was somebody trying to steal my name? Was somebody else jealous of me?  Was somebody lurking behind me, watching my every move?  

Weren't I polite and kind to you?  Wasn't I that attentive to you?  Or was I keeping you in my thoughts too much?  Were you coming into my house more than necessary?  Weren't you pissing around our lot when I told you that you can use our toiler instead? Were you bothering my brothers too much with too much binge drinking?  Were you distracting them, bragging, making them jealous of this and that,, of there and when?  Weren't you suppose to be their friends? 

Weren't you selling me these useless things/  Weren't you the ones who kept bothering my mother, my father , my parents?  Weren't you the ones who were awfully, obviously desperate to sell?  Are you one of my invisible uncle, my annoying aunt, my sneaky cousin?  Are you pitching me with useful things or are you throwing garbage at me?  Were you cloning me, depressing me. copying me, disturbing me? 

These questions explode like roof noises, cat purrs, dog barks,  memes off the dark web.

SKETCHUPHRENICS

You should start with free-hand.  You should start with manual drafting I'm telling you.  When all of the online community telling you that you can learn this the easy way without having go to school, but you have to.  You should stay in school as much as you can.  Until you can't take it anymore, that's when you stop and find other sources of learning.

Then you can move on with computer-aided design.  On-line or in another setting.  Somewhere secluded?   I don't know.  It's your choice.  I'm telling you now that it's not easy to go to school and learn architecture everyday.  But it's not really as easy as it looks.  It's not easy as it is shown everywhere on TV, on books, in the movies.  

Now we can do 3d.  Haha.  We can use Sketch Up and emulate our own worlds.  The world we want to live and get to the groove in.  Who knows how much further software we can go.  Rhino, 3dsMax, Blender, whatever.   It can only get better everyday.

ROMI'S SECRET SCHOOL PROJECT

The bicycle was off key.  The handlebars sliced into two, or should I say cut in half.  The wheels were turning.  Early grey morning. Well, just a few things I recall from slumber.

Romi is from Pakistan.  She's studying Architecture.  She's at her third year in college.  The first thing she asked me was "Are you an architect?" What am I suppose to say?  Am I suppose to say yes, no, not really, I don't know?  You tell me.  It was not long until she sent me her drawings, autocad drawings.  She needed someone to assist here with her plates. She needed it done in 3d.  She says she's jealous of her classmates' work.  She says she had not learned 3d software yet like Sketch Up. She says she can ask help from an architect.  She says her teacher said so.  And so the drawings kept coming.  Mosque, another mosque, a house.  It was fine.  I asked for food, money, compensation.  Haha.  What do you expect from a student?  

And then came the bigger project.  The Sports Complex.  She asked for assistance again.  I tried my best.  I flooded her with links, downloadables, pdfs and what else.  Now she needed me to draw everything in 3d.  Oh God,help me.  So here we are.  Foootball Stadium, Basketball Stadium, Swimming Pool, Multi Purpose Building, Cricket Ground...and what else..Gym, Tennis Courts, Hockey Stadium, Restaurants, Hostels, .... What the heck.  Something's wrong.  Your teacher is a jerk Romi.  Haha.

ARE YOU EVEN AT THE RIGHT ZONE?

Somewhere there's a construction going on.  I know for sure that there is something going on.  I've seen it from above.  And it's sort of or would seem unnecessary for some.  Somehow I am brought to this intuition.  And in no way you could erase the thought from my mind.  There's a school being built beside CENTRAL PARK SUBDIVISION. 

You can always drive me or swerve me from the site.  Take me to roads away from its vicinity, use the DIVERSION ROAD instead.  You don't wanna see it or we don't wanna see you hanging around but hey, come on.  Why's the matter with you?  Haha.  The site sits on a lot that's beside a residential zone.  Just like how it was before.  

Ateneo de Davao University, Matina Campus sits on a residential zone as well.  And the new one being constructed as I'm writing right now also sits on a residential zone.   And one would tell me or anyone yet again, "Why are you saying that just now?" "Why just now? When you had a lot of time talking about it before?"  Hahaha  Because it pisses you off?  Haha

Ateneo de Davao University, Senior High, Bangkal Davao City.  I think that's how it'll be known in the future.  And while there's a Coastal Road being constructed with it, rushing through the seashores, discouraging beach goers, preparing maybe for an LRT or MRT in the future hence, I still would like to point out that there are more areas where this school should have sat in.

Consider the places where it's almost inhabited.  Why do we have to add to the traffic if we were complaining about it?  That's how or  why we need URBAN PLANNERS.  And isn't this one of the best schools in the country?  Is this the best you can come up with?  The old one was and is beside JUNA SUBDIVISION and this new one is beside CENTRAL PARK SUBDIVISION. 

Care to comment?  Haha.

EHS EMEX DISHWASHING PASTE

I was suppose to go to my friend at 4 PM first before we decide to attend another event at SMX, NORTH mall.  Too far from where I reside.  Too far to walk, run, bicycle or even to vehicle or plane to...haha  But I slept and rested for awhile, still lingering from the effects of alcohol from another drinking spree, from another gathering with college class mates.  There and then again drooling from another siesta and figuring that it was late, I find myself going to Rolling Hills.  And realized a pang of regret as I asked the taxidriver the time.  Found out that it was just 3 PM.  So I was an hour early, not surprising since that's how we always try to be without us really noticing.  We have become one-hour advanced people.  It happens.  It only happens with people like us who live so far away from the city.  We always or we got used to go an hour early.  Traffic reasons? I don't know,  I don't why either.  It's better that way than be late, right?  But, hey...don't worry...I just had to get away from the house.  I realized my friend wasn't at home yet so I found another way to pass time.  There, as the taxidriver suggested, two folks drinking light beer at the store.  And so I sat near them, drank the same beer and eventually joined their chatting. It was like FB chatroom but better.  Because we get to move our mouths, see each other personally and hold our own beers.  It wasn't that hard to join them, we eventually had our topics sound more interesting since we were all in a party mood I suppose.  In high spirits still, remnants from Christmas parties?  Well, Doctor had to leave and I'm left with the judge's driver.  Yes, he says he works for the judge.  He drives the judge to and fro where the judge pleases.  It's his job.  And because of this, I got to ask him about the law, about lawyering.  The topic came up since it wasn't that long ago that a big case was summed up, right?  Or was it?  Well, we had a few more bottles of beer until it reached 4PM.  

And so my friend arrived just as how we talked about.  The look on his face as he saw me at the store just a few meters from his house. Smiling as he drove me to the SMX to attend a big reunion event.  Atenistas were everywhere.  Familiar and the not too familiar.   Watching bands perform, rock concert.  Wow.  Beer, brandy, scotch and beef...sashimi...and more.  Loud music and half forgotten friends.  It was a big night.   Hey where's my glasses?  Hahahaha