Happy Pill :

Looking through those eyes of yours,

I became a kid all over again,

sinking and drowning into it,

to those deep yet sweet gaze.

I wonder what’s in there,

I wonder if there’s a place for me,

right by you,

as comforting as the reflection,

of myself in your eyes.

O’ how sweet shall it be,

for something uncertain between us,

to be cleared, to shine through,

like those impeccable moments

when the sun peeps through

the cloudy sky post-rain.

May that something be nourished,

may it grow as sprouts from a healthy bean

‘cause looking into your eyes.

there’s nothing but smiles and laughter

I wish I’m not just hallucinating

Or if I am, can I have more of it?

More of whatever it takes to keep us this happy.

I want you to be my daily happy pill.

You're just amazing

In a starry night

of any night

I wonder of the things that go on around me,

of the one that matter,

you.

and every time I hear that song,

The one that truly expresses my feelings,

that song by Mars,

telling of how amazing you are,

I can’t help but smile,

the same way my heart is lifted

every time I see yours.

The smile that gives hope,

to even the most dreadful of days.

And I know,

that we were never destined to be

I’m still hopeful in being right here,

in the shadows,

looking after you from a distance

No matter where you are

or who you’re with,

I’m still here smiling for you

I was always here,

since the day we met

And will be here with a good heart

as a good friend.

Occupied or not is of no matter

your friendship is much of flatter,

I hope you the best 

I’ll be amongst the rest

and every time that you shall fall;

Just know that arms of mine,

will always be there to catch you.

I’m here, and will always be.

Saturday, January 29, 2011 at 1:22am

THC ME!

Did you know:

what it meant when people say

‘my heart skipped a beat’

Have you ever blushed

to the point you thought you might be getting sick?

Have you ever stared at those eyes

long enough you thought it was pulling you in?

and when people say times flies

did you remember to catch a breath?

All these came to me like kids with water guns

on songkran fête; spontaneous and stealth.

it was only when it was all over did I realize,

these maybe symptoms of a heart disease.

One you’d rather not diagnose,

One you’d hesitate to admit.

but whence you do.

it’s a boy on booze in a jetpack.

It’s crazy, it really is;

and I wonder whether all that chemical

rushing through me like helveticas on every billboard around town

would overdose me with the endorphins, I’d so get addicted to

What is it then

that you call it? 

It aint THC, but HAPPY! it makes me be.

hmm hmm.

is it a ‘lil thing called crush?

Wednesday, January 26, 2011 at 11:43pm

No clue.

I don’t know.

I really don’t.

fragments of thoughts, of words

entangle me, myself and I,

over what it is that I know not of.

What do you call this feeling

where it seems like butterflies

everywhere all over inside

Yet a certain warmth explodes

from my very chest.

I don’t know how I feel anymore

Is it better to be ignorant? to be oblivious?

to find oneself in the fast lane life brings forth,

to escape from dilemmas unresolved

Would you go through the pain to feel?

Would you run the extra mile to find out? 

knowing darn well you risk losing all that matters?

It was such a beautiful night

looking into your eyes

sitting across of me, glowing from within,

The you I fell for the very first time we met

Do you find me crazy?

to only come to realize now?

when it is all too late?

when we shall part for good.

I am but lost, sitting under the moonlit sky

where stars light up my world of black and blue

But then you came along

and filled it with colors vivid

with smiles that light my day,

and soothes my nights

I still have no clue

wtf am I blabbering over

I still am a fool

lost in the fast lane

not realizing what you mean to me

how much I care for you

I just only wish:

to become a better man;

one you could look up to, and find comfort

one you’d look in the eye and find wonders

one you find yourself tightly in arms caressing you

When time comes,

I’ll be there to catch when you fall

Meanwhile....

no clue, what to do.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011 at 12:31am

Its too late.

Devastated, have I gone in seconds

of hearing your voice part in tears

Strength need I find within

My heart in flames, a sin;

Your tears, I need soothe

your heart, I never dared loot

A shame forever after

to me amongst my own’st laughter;

Now, that you’re taken leave.

I’ve only just found out

the miles I’ve run a far

were only arms reach aside

You were always there

as something else to spare

’tis was I to never dare

To express how much I care.

You will be missed

you will be loved

but only from afar

would we work at par.

When my heart has found its place

it was already too late

Someone has taken bait

of your impeccable grace

At pain am I today,

to see you with else who.

Yet I’m happy for you

for now your’s grin’s my sake

I wish the best of luck

for I will always be here for you

and when shall you ever fall

Do know I’ll be there for you

Take care.

Monday, January 24, 2011 at 12:24am

Arch Spasm on Bus in ChiangRai.... unfinished

Wednesday, January 12, 2011 at 12:03am

Many times, we, from the educational side of the architectural human realm see the world with a rather utopian mindset with certain predetermined/conditioned idiosyncrasies that are hard to match by the mass and or the public. Yet with these mindsets do we aim to push the whole architectural paradigm forward in reference to those that precedes us. It is quintessential that we do realize our predilection for the so called, “capital A - Architecture.”    

    We were taught of the ideals and how things should work but never were we really emphasized upon the fact that what we learned from our professors and other academic-based personnels do left out a massive number of factors that influence the intra-relationship between man and his architecture. Man’s relationship with his architecture takes into account not only how he uses the built-form by its physical functions, but other aspects that need-be viewed with a precedence that we perceive architecture as a living form of art/science; not a built form of supposed-permanence but that grows with its users. From such perspective, do we see the sentimentality of architecture to man; the memories that are superimposed or experienced with the architecture, the cultural synergy between the two parties and much more.

    On a personal visit to the Northern regions of Thailand, specifically Chiangmai and Chiangrai, one could encounter the relevance of the architecture of functionality versus the capital A - Architecture of religious or political iconicity. The architecture of man that relates to him in his daily life as living nodes that house various activities on a personal level, while the latter proposes the vast juxtaposition of scale that superimposes his self-worth upon larger notions, as communal, to that compares him to the whole social hierarchy that surrounds him, that in turn shaped his identity and ultimately, his life. The two extremes lay the parameters by which he shall or could engage his life in the socially expected way, where one interacts with another on a venue, a space. The space here then needs to be clarified as any expanse of area or dimension on a physically employable state where man can interact. (this definition is to ultimately block out the inter-dimensional and other technological or spiritual network infrastructures that offer infinite possibilities of spatial relationships of man) With such definition, architecture’s job is then to provide a venue by which man could interact or the negative of that where architecture creates the non-space or the in-between negative spaces to become another level of useable space, what I understand as the space of the negative, landscaping and urban-scaping. This type of space are conventionally called plazas or squares.

    We are familiar with architecture and these urban venues of plazas and squares, but what I personally question at this moment in time, is not the architecture nor its in-between — plazas, but the in-between of these nodes over again. These may be anywhere from urban infrastructures to transit system or whatever it is that connects people to the spaces that hold their daily live activities. I wonder how much do we as architects understand the transitional qualities of the in-between.

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On another thought, as architects, we are taught and expected by architecture professors to educate the public of the ideal and how architecture should be a part of their lives. Yet i wonder, “who the hell are we to do so?” Yes we are capable of understanding architecture and her qualities more than others do, but is architecture only as important as what it was meant to be  

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These are just random thoughts... need to be developed.. :P

Spasm 0322 04i2011

Moments before the light of day,

the clock failed to tick

my mind started to click

call it an epiphany I may,

of a night smiling with the winter breeze

The soothing scents that tag along,

the night sky ever so inquisitive

the world alone i’d give

a moment so strong,

a night that just killed a life, thought lived.

— 

So say, it is,

So say, it be,

the time of my life,

a life that flashed through my eyes,

of an unfathomed light so bright

To turn into nothingness,

yet so irreversibly inspiring,

‘everything amongst null,’

as the wise kept saying

To ponder for nothing sounds mad

to quiver in excitement is as bad

but you never know, you never know,

that it is only when you have already lost it,

that it all mattered; it all matters.

That what you know don’t matter

but that you do not know

that you don’t know, matter

Then, does any of it at all?

…

Really? Really.

--

It seems O’ it seems,

that the less you aspire

the more you’re inspired

by the very powers of nature

that spark creativity,

above all else.

from truth alone,

The more you move,

the less you do.

--

So why bother?

my guess is,

just so it matters

just so it caters

I am nothing, above all else.

For everything exists to matter,

but every existence don’t matter.

After all,

We’re just wheels and axles,

in the world machine

of this harmonious time continuum.

——

~~~

…just a mental spasm pre-dawn…

Tuesday, January 4, 2011 at 3:23am