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Wednesday, November 27, 2013

EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF

The phrase makes sense.  If you are inside that zone. It's every man for himself. Inside a disaster zone. A hurricane, a typhoon, a storm surge, a shootout, an earthquake or perhaps a war zone.  Inside a crashing airplane, falling buildings and bridges.  A storm,  flood bringing about soil erosion or an avalanche.  Cracked roads, growing gaps in between islands.  Tornado.  Fire.  Zombies, vampires and serial killers and psychopaths crawling on the streets.  Aliens and gigantic monsters.  Chemical warfare, pestilence, radioactive and oil spills.  Sandstorms and snowstorms.  Hail and hard rain. Inside every Armageddon movie, or in a Stephen King film, becoming real.  Global catastrophe, calamities, cataclysmic events becoming a day to day occurrence. Asteroid paranoia.  Atom bombs. World War, and the end of the world.

It is every man for himself.  And to care for somebody else could just be your biggest luxury. 

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

WORTH WORKING FOR

Was it worth working for? To please everyone by showing how your jobs made sense.  How it could fill each and everyone's emptiness by being valued.  Was it worth working for? To finish school by studying and learning things which would or could not guarantee employment to reach fulfilling careers.  To bring out the best and worst out of you.  To be strong, confident, and competitive in a cruel environment. 

Was it worth working for? To graduate and pass a series of licensing exams, and will be spending a lot of time worrying about this and that.  Was it worth working for? People who could care less about you.  The government who keep f*cking with you everyday. 

 For a great number of Professionals, worth it I guess.

Friday, November 22, 2013

NO PLACE TO GO

It was just days ago.  A typhoon swept away the major parts of Philippines' Visayas region. Typhoon Yolanda (Haiyan), had a maximum of 235 miles an hour, the record breaking speed.. The storm surge caused an uproar.  Initial reports stated 10,000 dead but right now as of this writing is less than 4,000.  Obviously the government was not setup well to provide relief.  Logistical failure might have caused more deaths.  Search, relief and rescue were almost non-existent for a week.

At least this is how I understood what happened.  And I just have some questions. 

 

Thursday, November 21, 2013

DESIGN & BUILD: LEGITIMACY AND CONTROL

How should one decide the value of his, hers and someone's occupation ? Will it matter if your job or profession does not or conform with certain laws and rules provided by authority? How come the number of rules and laws keep growing as time goes by? How does one decide to adapt techniques, implement provisions, enact code of ethics, secure permissions, contractual obligations, and legitimacy? How does one decide which laws are applicable and which ones are obsolete? How does one realize the need to graduate from college? Why do graduates need to pass more examinations before engaging or involving oneself to do projects? Why do some professions need to take oaths and promises?

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

PLANT A HOUSE, BUILD A TREE

Just yesterday, I was with my friend colleague. He took me out for a bottle of beer and some food. We talked about the present condition of construction projects in our city. His projects and all ongoing projects. It didn't take long for him to talk about going out of the country once again. He said that he just came home from Manila for a job interview. He says he'd be going to work somewhere in Bahrain. "If only projects would come in from here." The talk of having to work elsewhere always came up on our conversations. It seems as if that it was the most logical solution to earn more compared with working on your own homeland. And he'd try to convince me as well to work somewhere out of the country to work as a draftsman or an architect's associate. Then I'd be left saying "Yes, that might be a good idea!". But I never did try harder or pushed myself to do so. Didn't really wanted to is all. At the moment, I am comfortable of where I am now. I am not a licensed architect, so maybe I don't feel the pressure. I am not married. I am not obligated to pay bills or anything at home. I just try to work and help in anyway I can. I don't know, right now I am trying to live the most simplest life possible. 

I never knew another place than our own. We lived here since the time I can remember. So why live anywhere else? We have our own backyard and front carport with a porch. My brother and I am starting to process richer soil for our garden projects. We seem to find it fulfilling to do so than any other work. At least I seem to think so. But unless we get to have a reasonable harvest in time, this could be a waste of time. But my plants are now growing. I have successfully sprouted my own garlic, onion stalks. I also have vegetables starting to grow like the pechay, the lettuce and the bellpeppers. My brother's tomato plant is also growing well. He even managed to have it grown with a makeshift trellis made out of bamboo and tie wire. 

But these projects will have to take time to harvest. Just like any other kind of work, gardening as an analogy proves the point. "You Reap What You Sow", as the saying goes. You may be in an office , trained and worked hard in the city or in any place in the world. But there really is no place like home. You may have toured the world, seen different spots, even worked for some undeserving king or alien country, but if you're still longing for your good old hometown after working there, then it maybe is the time to take look within yourself. There is the conviction that once you leave your homeland to work elsewhere, you might as well give up your citizenship, migrate and stay there. That way you never have to look back or feel guilty, feel like a hero but sad enough to check on Facebook everyday. When will the time come for people like my friend feel satisfied and content enough to not work elsewhere? Why should one be hanging on to that foreign dream of the abundant first-world. Have a little sense of pride. This is your place. Try to live and work here. Feel the need and want to be doing so until the day you die regardless of all the unnecessary distractions that come your way. If you can make it here, you don't need to go and make it anywhere.  

Monday, January 7, 2013

TAMAK SHARIFF AGUAK


I see so much green areas and unpaved roads.  I see shanties, bahay kubos on each stop.  Rural areas, not surprising.  My first travel to Shariff Aguak was as tiring as every long rides are. I am about to partake on a distant work, out of town mis-adventure/experience.  Just never thought that it'll be in Maguindanao.

President Estrada stepped down from office, and Vice President Arroyo took over.  The shock of September 11 terrorist attacks on US soil were still afresh. Around 2002, I was led to work for an architectural firm, for a group of building contractors.  I am about to be assigned on field for the construction of a Provincial Capitol somewhere in Maguindanao.  I heard all about it months before. They badly needed some junior staff and draftsmen to handle and supervise the construction.  Our office, made up of three licensed Architects, are apparently commissioned as subcontractors to gear up the construction of this massive three-storey government building.  Talks went on, until that time came when I agreed to go.  They already got one of my pals assigned way before me.  They were more than happy to welcome me aboard. 

With skull-guard and cheap long-sleeve work shirt, like a chess piece pawn, I worked for the town, and the boss. I don't know how much I helped build it.  The construction started way before I arrived and it was pretty much done when I was reassigned somewhere else in Cotabato City. 

My unfinished thesis for a government center hung on.  I lost interest. But it had a profound impact on me.  But I was just a draftsperson, a staff member, a site worker.  I understand that not every situation is the same. At that staff level, there wasn't a great deal I personally could have done, although I felt horrible when I heard about the fighting that happened near us.  And not long after I gave up working for that group,  the massacre happened.  Two buildings now sit on the site.  The capitol and the gym. I heard that only the soldiers occupy and use them.  Shameful or what, I don't know...


Friday, January 4, 2013

THE FILIPINO ARCHITECTURE DELUSION

This I heard from a famous Filipino Architect's perspective. Having something to identify their designs to themselves and their country with. Of course there's nothing wrong with it but it's not completely right either. Subjecting one's design explorations restricted to a suggested concept is not that reasonable.  An Architect may perhaps use materials readily available from his own country, his own city, and his closest environment, thus identifying him from his contemporaries but this does not mean that he could not use foreign materials either.

But why limit your designs with a prevailing concept just to be identified as Filipino?  If the sole purpose of your building is to have identity, why then should one be constrained by their own country's prevailing thought?   If the purpose of one project is just to promote one's nation's flagship and tourism, then that should be the guiding concept only to that particular project and not with local design community as a whole.  It is not to be treated as a general design purpose for every commission.  An architect may treat to design Filipino as or to be his advocacy but I don't think it would be wholly truthful. Celebrating one's sense of identity varies among fellow and countrymen.

It could not  be an identity crisis when one is free. Open ended thought should rule every Architect's design. Not just to justify having to incorporate foreign or unusual influences but to have the freedom to  create something raw and undisturbed by the prevailing trend. Buildings should be done for the present conditions, not the past or even the future. Who's to say consciously anyway unless the architect doesn't know or just can't say how his design came to be. It may have been done subconsciously.  How the pen or the pencil moved with his command. How it progressed to the final draft and to be eventually built and used by the occupants, seen by observers. Leaving for time to decide its true value and identity.  Filipino or not.  What's the big deal anyway?  

VISION IMPOSSIBLE


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Monday, December 31, 2012

14TH OF 2012

Just to reach the 14th post of 2012. 

GEAR UP

Gear up.  Machines oiled. Verbs and adjectives reused for toil.