FRONT, FRANK, HONEST AND BETWEEN THE LINES . . .

Who planned our city? Who planned yours? World Health Organization? The Who? God. Misspelling? Respelling? Do not shut me out.

CONCEPT GENERATION

I know I have attended a Concept Generation Seminar way back before I dropped out my thesis. This time I had to just be at the helm of just having to think about the last thing or the last quote said by the speaker. "JUST DO IT" Yes, that as like a sort of how you have to encounter such task as what thesis writers have to do when they start to get blocked by a certain amount of jealous friends and or envious people who just can't help themselves to see a person having the time of his life trying to change his or her destiny. Like "hey, what the heck, you can't do that!" Just because they can't be where you are, doesn't mean they're out to get you anyway.  The nerve.

RAIN, WATER, POWER AND THE SUN

Weather and seasons, names and alterations, written works, poems, verbs and sentences.  People and identities.  Technology, business, and the art.  Design, and incomprehensible coherent voices, and music.  Pop art, movies, mathematics, engineering and science.  Unwritten and unpublished ideas.  Hidden written works and the garbage.  Scalawags, resistance and reinvention.  Maintenance, and defense mechanisms.  Sex and the it.  Nature and the machine and the god of the machine.  Rands, Glimps, Kants, Freudian and the theory of every character.  The sequence of events.  Death and taxes.  Law and space and religion and health. 

Martial arts, poetry, ultra-pioneers and the godhead.  Professions and the calling.  Print media, audio and the visuals.  Love and hate, and war and peace, and books and books on the screens and the monitors.  Ease up, chill out, relax.  Food, Shelter, Clothing and the What?  What do you need? 

But there's envy, pride, and jealousy.  The hunger for happiness, wealth, and power.  The means and ways we have to reach and resolve.  By hook or by crook.  The past and the future tense.  Do you believe?   Truth has set itself free and the liars just cannot handle it.  Nerves and the flow.  The generation gaps and the degenerates.  Some were stuck to their brotherhood, sisterhood, beliefs notions, theories and families.  Family, the most basic. Nuclear family.  Aren't we strong enough?  For God, Country and Family and Self.

MOUNT RUSHMOST

It is now hard to comprehend the professional system and the regulations that seem to persist as to how and why Architecture is what it is. Say one Architect graduated, got his degree, passed the bar, took an oath, and practiced. And as he continues to do so and decides to pursue his or her career or path to be what he or she longed to be, reality sets in. Suddenly the noise became louder, the news became stranger, the preachers look devilish, the leaders look stupid, the kids looked undesirable, stares and streets and properties and food and garbage and weather. Now, of all the skills one has acquired after, be it on any other profession, one should decide from several options presented which path to focus on. The word that comes to mind is 'Specialization'. Are you good at this and that or everything other than that. Like climbing up the stairs to Mount Rushmost, you should just proceed.

SWEETPICK TO SPACESHIP AND BEYOND

A lot has just happened and continues to be so. Think about how many confusing websites one should grasp into forthwith. Blogs, posts and all written, published, and unpublished wide technical subjects. From "Sweetpick to Spacehip". There is no stopping until the heart is pomping. Right?

TRILLION PESO MAN

The idea that something  eventually happens that could change how things are put into motion, is one reason to be optimistic.  You'll never know.  The belief that someday the scenery would change and would bring forth the enlightening of everybody's minds. 

It'll start with the resource.  A surplus of resources, could take a form of a funding, reservation, manpower and management.  An abundance of something that has to be set free.  Like a spare change from everyone's pockets.  That could reach a very large amount.  An amount that could create a new town, city.  Say a Trillion pesos. A Trillion Peso resource that does not involve a bank.  Say a Trillion worth of goods and services.

Strange.  And the government intervenes...

PROJECTING A PROJECT - A VAGARY (PART I)

Less than a hundred square meter lot area.  A progressive type residential building.  Two storeys with roof deck.  On some place unfamiliar.  No guaranteed commission and no preliminary written or verbal agreement.  All talk from an architect friend.  More talk is necessary I guess.  More to discuss.  He's in haste.  He'll be leaving the country after around twenty four hours he says.  

The Registered Architect was reassuring.  He sent me the technical description for the lot.  And so it was drawn on CAD.  He says he can't open the files sent.  The lot was just drawn on PDF.  What else could he have been preoccupied with? He must have a lot of things on his mind.  A lot. I do too. Lots.  Different kinds of lots.

He had to take me there, to the site I guess.  There as I said, it was unfamiliar territory.  Buildings were closer to each other.  Closer than they could ever be.  Taking advantage of firewalls, using all consuming the property's extent.  Residential buildings or Commercial, I am not sure anymore.  Why? Why this small? 

Therewith upon simple inspection, the place was clearly abandoned or I'd say uninhabited.  I requested some site photos of the existing structure. We had to leave.  The client called him.  He told me it's good.  The client was concerned about the project's elevation.  He says it like there's something else better to do.   Like the present was consuming him.  Right, he was leaving tomorrow.  Yes he is.  I'm not sure what he's really thinking.

He says he gave my number to the client.  And so we left with his new vehicle.  A black pick-up truck.  (Toyota Hilux) And I thought I bought my mobile phone with me. His wife was at the shotgun seat, he was driving.  As usual, I'm the passenger.  He says we wont be able to meet his client.  And so we went for the mall.  They apparently left something there. Just to pick it up I guess and go somewhere else to eat or have lunch.  I told him it's fine.  He needed my services and at the moment I feel I need something to work with. 

But as I said earlier, the area was just a hundred square meters.  And there's an existing structure on it.  Another case of demolition.  And there goes the Demolition Permission.  Permit.  Firewalls on the right and left side as well as on the back.  He is into the project though he looks like it was something to discard.  To pass on to someone else.  It just happened to be me.  

There's really nothing to worry about.  At least at the moment, there isn't any for me. But wait.

FOURTEEN HENCE

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WALLED OUT WORLD (PART I)

Walls. The Famous Walls.  It represents the separation of two sides. The most perfect way to form divisions. It is as it is, and evidently is, a somewhat necessary building structural part or component for the regular Filipino residential community.

We call them firewalls, pader, fences, and bakod or bakuran.  We treat them as a declaration of the extent of our property.  Something that buffers us from the environment that isn't ours technically or legally.  The kind of thing that shields us from the outside environment's responsibility.  It gives us an illusion of seclusion or isolation.  The usual four corner lot, with landmarks (muhon) on each endpoint.  To claim ownership, property validation, and proof of wealth.  The lot.

So it is perhaps easy to point out which household have it hard and easy, whichever how you perceive them.  From the lowest bamboo fences,  to the highest, thickest walls and firewalls, it shows.  It shows the most secretive and the most open.  The walls reflect the household's if not the whole community's character.   It brings a message to the passer-by, its neighbors and its eventual visitors. 

(End of 1)

THE VACUATION

The Resolution - (The Overkill Project) Part 1

In a city wrecked with indifference, crab and colonial mentality,  flood by global warming, clogged sewers, garbage, slums, drug abuse, broken families, prostitution, juvenile, crime and unbalanced wealth, Filipino communities on all districts and barangays were transferred for a month at undisclosed obscure locations to live as equals.

The Vacuation, is a 30 day isolation of all local communities held annually was sanctioned by the local government to enforce and improve their way of living. It is also a way of mending and strengthen family ties.  Meddling with every neighboring towns in the city districts, every community has to leave their household to give way for every critical spot on every barangay to be inspected and evaluated.

Provided that these houses were handled with utmost care while everyone is away for The Vacuation, their private properties were kept safe as much as possible.  The Overkill Project will have to check the Villages, the Subdivisions, the Drainage, Plumbing and Water Supply, the Electrical and Power installations and other utilities. It does include washing and cleaning out every pavement, streets, alleyways, walls and improper structures built. As well as other improper growth of unwanted natural plants and trees.

It has been agreed upon by every leading constituents of the city to engage in such activity so as to bring solution to the unbearable devastation and unrest brought about by the community itself.  It has also been agreed upon that a host city will have to take care of the target city's population.  Every men, women and child as well as the pets will have to be taken care of.  The leading Architects, Planners, Psychologists and other Professionals will have to handle the temporary exile of the community for which they were only given a month to engage and execute the cleansing of the target city or community.

This is envisioned to help for the development and the clear thinking of every household, every citizen is to be accounted for and shall be guaranteed with their safe return after a month of vacation.  Every citizen of the city will have to vacate the premises.  They will have to leave unnecessary belongings behind.  Like their own houses, their cars, and other private property. Founded by great local thinker RH Hudyat Kulisap, and vehemently supported by every leading professional, government and non-government institutions, The Resolution promises to give  fellow citizens a fresh perspective on their lives.  "It will all just be like a cruise, a vacation to Neverland, and upon returning home will be a life of paradise."

The Resolution is funded by the Government, Medical and Business institutions to protect the citizens from further unrest, prevent disease, unwanted natural and artificial illnesses, improve physical and mental health.

(End of Part 1)