FIRST OF:
Nasty comments.
I rarely get comments in my blog, in fact they are so rare, i'd be more lucky to win in the lotto than get a comment.
What luck i have that in late February i received not 1 but (WOW!!!) 7 comments in what i call now, my very controversial post. It came from an Antiqueno who now resides in the UK, or at least what the IP locator says, based on my Feedjit and my blogger's own stat counter. His/her (but i have a bigger hunch it was a her) roots was known, perhaps angered by my lack of attention, after s/he posted his/her comments in Kiniray-a.
I decided to save her/his face and deleted her comments, otherwise, the SIXTEEN (16) (one-six) regular readers of my blog will know that one of those cake-houses I "architecturally critiqued" in my aforementioned controversial post belonged to him/her, built using his/her hard earned euros.
But that is not the point of my argument. I even call my mother's architectural sense tasteless. I even call other architect's architectural taste tasteless-ier. And still, that is not the point of my argument.
My point is, I do not like those kinds of houses and even if i call them ugly, that is not for anybody to decide that i am a BAD person. Or that i am out to destroy anybody's family. Nor that gives anybody the right to threaten me.
People, please remember that if you build a monument meant to catch people's attention be ready for critiques. critiques/critics will come whether you like it or not. It so happen that UK Commenter got it from a stranger brave enough to say that that house is not very sustainable and adaptable in the tropics, given that, in order to comfortable live in those cake houses, you have to install air conditioner and pay thousands in electric bills. But that is my perspective from the school of thought that i subscribe to. Anybody can argue with that as long as they do not tell me that i do not like those houses because my own PAY is not enough get me those kinds of houses. (I will like everyone to know that my friend, 27 years old, works in the PHILIPPINES and is paid at least PHP100,000.00 a month. We belong to the same profession -- environmental/urban planners, development workers. That is why we do not need to go abroad to earn enough.)
Zaha Hadid is a very famous architect and she has been called many funny names by her critics. These funny names are read by millions of people in the world. Imagine how much time she'd waste if she went after each and every one of those critics. She wouldn't be as rich as she is now. Just to let you know, i do not like Ms. Hadid's Dubai architecture. But i loved her for the vitra firehouse.
And, Ms. Ay Abaw, made similar post. but the houses she critiqued in this post, i'm sure very many Iloilo City people, 1st district residents are very familiar of. The post was made in April 2009, years before i did mine. Taking pictures of houses, posting them in your blog and calling them ugly, is not a new thing after all. and definitely it's not only me doing that.
Ms. Ay Abaw and I are very very good people though, we do not include personal details of the owners, not the address, of other people's stuff we put in our blog (without the concerned consent) because we know it is the proper thing to do.
>>>>Bob Borson, a residential architect, has this thing to say in his blog, in this particular post: "You may not agree with my opinion as to the...- please keep your
Secondly:
Japan Earthquake and Tsunami.
ALfredogs lead singer and main photographer Pai is living in Sendai. she has lived there since December (oh she left on my birthday!!!) 2010.
She left Sendai 10:00, March 11 to go to her new area of deployment in Iwate.
The 8.9 magnitude earthquake hit Sendai around 2:00 in the afternoon and not long after, the tsunami came crashing into the city of Sendai and sanriku, and some other parts of Japan and the Pacific.
On March 12, before lunch, we still lacked information about her whereabouts.
But logging in to pushpullbar, i found Pitrak's post about the tsunami. A moderator said that he still couldn't contact his parents who are in Iwate. One moderator, Takes, who lives in Tokyo said it took him 6 hours to contact his parents who live near the area where the tsunami strike.
Though i was just a lurker in pushpullbar, i took chance to send Takesh a message, gave him Pai's contact numbers (which i took from her brother), including the people finder her boyfriend posted on the net. I do not personally know any ppb moderators nor are they my forum friends.
I sent the message around 9:30 am, i think, and after a while, this is what i got:
****This is a message from takesh h at pushpullbar (http://www.pushpullbar.com/forums/forum.php). The pushpullbar owners cannot accept any responsibility for the contents of the email.****
(received 10:19 am on March 12)
Hi REJI, I talked with faylyn just a minute ago and she said she is safe, but has no electricity since last night. Phone connection is very bad so she couldn't reach friends or her parents. She said don't worry. Hope that'll help. Takeshi
Thirdly:
Kid is back to the City.
We've found a stay-in baby sitter and she started working with us last week. We almost thought kid will not be able to go back to school before his recognition, and that he'd be missing his second chance to go up the stage to get his medal (last year he was given the "Most Gregarious" medal). But he's back and he's attending practice for the recognition. Tomorrow their class is going to have their picture taken for their Activity Book and their Year book.
And after that he'll be joining his father at the farm again to get his knees scratch, his skin burned, and his social skills polished with his newfound friends.
And oh, we finally took him to the friendly neighborhood hair trimmer, Telloy. Telloy is a balding gay who used to cut my father in-law's hair, my husband's hair and now, my kid's hair. My former lady boss also goes for her regular hair cut to Telloy.
One of his hair dresser is a dark-skinned, skinny gay with frizzy hair (here we will call SGWFH) and weird eyes. First time i came to Telloy's shop i was transported to a TV show featuring India, or Morroco. With his tiny (yes, 6x1.5 meters--if that's not tiny, i don't know what is!)shop's orange walls, yellow chairs and ceiling, and the SGWFH in satin midriff with some gold piping (or maybe i am just imagining the gold piping, just now, trying to recall the whole scene) and a loose pants similar to what the belly dancers wear. his hair was longer and even frizzier. and it was dyed orange, his lips painted dark red.
I knew i am going to like that place.
Lastly:
Tomorrow is a holiday.
Happy Liberation Day to Panay, Guimaras and Romblon!!!!!
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Baw day. Ginbisitahan ka di gali sang troll? Scary!
ReplyDeleteAy Abaw!
ReplyDeleteGid!
Kaladlukan mong. Daw gulpi ko gusto magkuha abugado in case bala something happens to me as a result of that threat.