LOCKDOWNS AND MODULAR THINKING

I don't believe this.  I've been living here for so long now. I can't remember the last time I had to introduce myself around. I don't think that times have really changed that hard so far.  We only have gotten used to having too many familiar faces around, that we didn't have to greet and dared taking time to notice some of our own hometown folk anymore.  Like school perhaps.  Sure, we have more paved roads.  We have more villages and subdivisions, villas, and what have we here.  Well, let's see.

We live in a city where it's supposed to have been a province first before it came to have been called a city.  But our place called "Lungsod ng Dabaw" or "City of Davao"  is supposedly in the middle of two provinces.  Or should I say four provinces? But that's not exactly always true.  Because we somehow or still do refer our city to belong to Davao del Sur (the south) rather than Davao del Norte (the north) .  And we also now have the Occident and the Oriental.  Oriental meaning the East, the Occidental meaning the West.  But here comes another which seems to want to squeeze in.  Yes, here comes "Davao de Oro."  Will we have "Davao de Occo"  soon enough?

Yes, I understand that every Province is composed of a municipality (a munisipyo).  And a Municipality (a munisipyo) grows out to become a City (a lungsod).  A City that belongs to numbered Region and somehow belonged to a State.  States that form a Country. 

If you Zoom in geographically, the smallest basic unit is supposed to be a family with a desired lot.  A lot of around say a hundred to three hundred square meters area.  A lot of only around a hundred square meters can not really suffice in the long run when a family grows to stay and remain in their own premises.  Unless, you know.  The Unlesses.  One child, several children?  

Okay, say we have a street of around 14 LOTS.  And these 14 LOTS will face a street which is named or will eventually be named after something.  Say a street that is named after a planet.  And these lots will have lots at the back of each of them. The same area.  14 lots and 14 lots are equal to 28 lots.  These 28 lots of and or almost the same area will have to form a BLOCK. Yes, we now have a block of 28 lots.  So the BLOCK would sure look like a rectangle with streets around, four streets if you simply draw it on your mind.  There will also be 4 corner lots. These corner lots will have two streets across them of course. And so basically, we will have more lots that would face the same street, 24 if we count them, and we have four lots that will have to face two streets.  Get the picture?  Well, yeah. It means that lots will almost or will belong to the same block but not the same street.  Get it? 

Okay, now we have a BLOCK  of 28 lots.  And so if we make four to even six BLOCKS  of the same size, we can eventually call it a DIVISION or a SUBDIVISION.  The more accepted term is a VILLAGE since these lots will eventually have VILLAS formed or constructed on them. So, these lots will have to be identified to have numbers on them.  I understand that we call it HOUSE NUMBERS. And they will have STREET NAMES.  In some places, they will have to identify them by BLOCK NUMBERS and LOT NUMBERS instead of just STREET.  And beyond how we identify them, we will never even know how our lots have been numbered or named after by other obscurities.  

But this is how I simply understood it.  A VILLAGE, a row of houses, of blocks and streets, along with other VILLAGES, a group of VILLAGES that form a barrio, called a BARANGAY. A BARANGAY, along with other BARANGAYS that form a DISTRICT.  And a DISTRICT, along with other DISTRICTS that form a CITY.   

And somehow we have another way of naming them.  A SITIO, A PUROK.  Clearly, it's troubling, by how this has come to be. Well, I'd like to think of it as simply an IDENTIFICATION between the FARMERS and the BUILDERS.  And we're not talking about the FISHERFOLK yet, who are closer to the seas and the LIVESTOCK producing folk.  Well, as I understood it,  that a group of VILLAGES that are closer to the FARMS, is called A SITIO, And a group of VILLAGES that are paved and are closer to the CITY is called a PUROK.  And so we could have several PUROKS and several SITIOS that form a BARRIO or the BARANGAY. But then again, this could all get mixed up.  And how we name them will have to depend on the PURPOSE of who and why we had to name, label, or identify them that way.

For what PURPOSE? Is there a CRISIS? Economic, Medical, Spiritual, Financial, Physical? An IDENTITY CRISIS still? Funny, how we sometimes get to identify people by where and how they live.  SLUM AREAS, DEPRESSED AREAS, RED LIGHT DISTRICTS,  MIDDLE CLASS, LUXURY HOMES, LOW-COST HOUSING, APARTMENTS, AUTONOMOUS REGIONS, HOUSING AUTHORITIES,  RELOCATION, TEACHERS VILLAGE, WAR ZONES, HAUNTED, ABANDONED, UNOCCUPIED HOUSES. 

Well, we have another way of naming areas in our CITIES too. The INSTITUTIONAL ZONES, THE RESIDENTIAL ZONES, THE COMMERCIAL ZONES, THE AGRICULTURAL, and THE INDUSTRIAL ZONES.  And of course, we can always name them HALF AND HALF of this ZONES, SEMI?  Basically, it's just PUBLIC  and PRIVATE ZONES  and our ACCESSES.  We have leaders and workers, elected officials for our ways of living.  It's still funny how we still do not get along quite well enough.   Politics, in the name of progress.  Hoaxes, fake news, deception, the media war, and theatrical operations.  Sororities and fraternities.  Old gangs and tribulations.  Ethnic diversities and Medical Emergencies.  Foreign affairs and tourism operations.  Half breeds and alienated folk.  Poor and rich, elites, sub elites, and lawyers.  Law enforcement agencies, law-abiding citizens.

Occupants. Occupants of Inter-Galaxy and ExtraPulmonaryCoronary craft.   Haha

SOUND GARDEN

Plants.  I'm talking about the kind that grows.  Not the power plant, not the ice plant, or any factory.  I have been put into this place where I have the chance to plant some seeds on the ground, wait for it to sprout, watch it grow, tend to it, and harvest.  The moment my brother gave me this pack of seeds, eight kinds, I started out.  

There's these 8 type of seeds in a pack that can be grown at home.  Considering the amount of work needed for this task, I prepared some boxes, trays and backyard space.  And my brother has this compost and my mother bought two sacks of garden soil.

And it will be like how we've done gardening or studied gardening before.  In the fourth grade in school at Ateneo de Davao.  We were given the seeds of our choice, each of us and a gardening plot where we were tasked to tend to it everyday.  So we had the chance to go out to the backfield where a well is just step away so we could water our gardens as we please.  4 pegs and some string, a rectangular plot like a plateau, to cultivate and tend to.

Well I had to ask my pops who has an agri-economics background from the University of the Philippines for some advice or just tips.  And so I planted the TOMATO and the PECHAY seeds on two separate egg trays respectively as suggested.  And the remaining six I will have to plant at the sideyard and at the backyard.  There were eight packs inside this large pack.  But there were two packs of CALABASA instead of just one for each.  And the EGGPLANT pack is missing.  So, there's 1> 2 packs of CALABASA 2> SITAO 3>AMPALAYA 4>TOMATO 5>KANGKONG 6>PECHAY 7> and OKRA.  So there's these boxes of garden soil with seeds in them.

I started April 9th. Now it's the 17th.  So it's more than a week since.  I added the ROCKET SALADEAR.  And our good neighbor shared UPO (bottle gourd) and some CUCUMBER seedlings.  Aside from another neighbor sharing her cacti and the flowers mother was tending to closely, I am now raining water into these seeds, watching them sprout, showing up and grow,  my mother smiling. 

PLAY DEAD

Play dead.  How does that really happen?  Haha. Or was there a DEAD LOAD in your structures, light as a feather, thin as paper?  Did you happen to have caused something to be built out of someone's, or somebody's valid visions?  Did you happen to have tended or was put to a place of isolation, away from the crowd, away from your own families and friends?  Like a student who was put to too much homework and fieldwork where a seemingly small distraction can cause too much trouble?  Or were you just freely roaming around without any care for anything all?  

We really are a different kind of person to different kinds of people.  It just doesn't add up if we keep analyzing this and that.  Unless we really needed to.  Those whose mobilities were too challenged, where distances and areas matter too much in their everyday lives.  But why were we put it into tasks that were really too much of a bore to some degenerate?  And the more you need or want to explain yourselves, the more you got misunderstood.  And in no other way would you convince people that it's not the way it is.

How persuaded were we really to put into motion everything that we held true and convincingly the most virtuous?   The people we know that we needed to personify so as not to be held helpless if we were to put ourselves in some close friend's place, like a substitute.  Could we perform the same tasks we sarcastically held to be nonsense and lies?  Or were we the kind of person that just doesn't really care?

Hmmm.  Assume positions held by someone else.  A rank.  An official.  Will you be able to do it alone without anybody's help these days?  Like how we were put inside into make-shift cubicles, rooms, four-walled, structures...sitting down, working our asses off together but essentially goes home alone anyway.   Among us who converted and now have treated our homes like offices.   Something our fathers were not really taught how to be.  And we somehow get frustrated because we can't find the time to teach them the same since it's too much information.  And relations get mixed up.  You can't teach old dogs new tricks.  It won't work or it might not really matter.  Or you could just say "I can't see any reason for me to do so.  I am unfit for the job.  Give it to somebody else."  And the person who expected more from you is none the wiser for the job anyway.

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.