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“They took off in airplane so they could organize the new optics of the big city. Typically on a big model, you push around with the optics until bingo you had something that looks like some wonderful composition. Brasilia, the capital of Brazil, is a great example. From the air it’s very interesting. It’s interesting for a bird or eagle. From the helicopter view, it has got wonderful districts with sharp and precise government buildings and residential buildings. However, nobody spent three minutes to think about what Brasilia would look like at the eye level. That was typical — planners were to look after the plan, the architects were to look after the buildings. With modernism, they were free of the context of the city. They placed it on open lands surrounded by grass. Nobody was responsible for looking after the people who were to move in these new structures…
You would think that the landscape architects were the ones. At least they were down at eye level and were moving around. But as far as I’m concerned, some landscape architects have done great jobs for people, but most of the work is not great, just silly benches. They’re more occupied with plans and form. There’s a general pursuit of form in the area of architecture and also in the profession of landscape architecture. So, what really happened was that the eye level stuff were handled by the traffic engineers. They are the ones who mostly shaped our environments in our cities…
…I sum up that in 50 years nobody has systematically looked after a good urban habitat for Homo sapiens.”
Jan Gehl on cities, Brasilia and the perils of designing in plan.
Interview with ASLA: http://www.asla.org/ContentDetail.aspx?id=31346
This will be my most unmemorable birthday. I won’t be celebrating it, but i’ll be drudging through it, waiting for it to end. And it only comes once a year wherein you’re supposed to feel special and loved. But here I am in the eve of it and it’s going to pass me all too quickly.
I’m crushed because I know that nobody will remember this day or me. I won’t even get to enjoy it. I will just claw away and keep everything inside. If anyone talks to me tomorrow, I will cry. I will explode. I might die.
Why have I downplayed myself for so long. Why am I worrying about people who otherwise will dig my grave for me.
WHY DO I HAVE TO FLEX SO HARD FOR THOSE WHO OTHERWISE WON’T. All this year, i’ve only tried to care and handle things as pleasantly as I could, but no. Everybody would just eat away at me. and you.. you would just suck life out of the things I want to do. Out of the love I try to give. I can’t. I can’t do that anymore because giving myself to you would kill me. I can’t do it anymore because I can’t fix you. Only you can fix yourself. And you demand that much off of me. You want me to be sad when you are. You want me to tackle everything. And even in our last communication, you make it sound like I’m the unfair one, when I’ve only given everything I have and I can to you.
I’m sorry but I’ve nothing left to give.
And on the eve of my birthday I’m troubled with shooting myself in the fucking head. With contemplating if my existence would be more of a negativity to this world.
I’m down because everything is routine, and not anyone will see me off with something special. Not anyone will try to convey that I mean something to them, apart from the circular I love you, I’m proud of you, and happy birthdays from a thousand facebook accounts over.
And little by little I’m beginning to see that it’s all routine, it’s all repetitive. That I am loved because I am required to be loved, by my parents, my sisters and friends that I’ve known for so long. I’m realizing that there isn’t a love that’s spontaneous for me. That people don’t love me just because they do, but because they’re obliged to.
And I’m crying on the eve of my birthday because you won’t know this. And tomorrow I’m forced to put a smile not to alleviate myself, not because I’m happy, but because I need to be happy for you guys. Because I’m destroying myself inside and I’ve never felt so alone, lonely and sad in my life.
And I’ve decided that I will wait and be patient for things to happen, for you to present yourself, for me to be swept off my feet.
After watching a tad too many romantic series, I seem to be craving for some romantic initiation, be it serendipity or just for me to see you in that light.
I’ve realized that I have been loving sparingly. And that I haven’t risked in a long while. In Filipino, Hindi na ako lumulundag patungo at para sa pag-ibig. I seem to have been paralysed under everything that has happened. I have been jaded. And I don’t want that. I will not be that person.
This is for you who has touched me, indirectly. You have the capacity to love tenderly, unsparingly and most of all deeply. Even if love is a cautious tale which erodes dreams and youthfulness, still you choose to love. And I admire that about you. Thank you for showing me that the risk, although insurmountable is always worth taking.
and that destruction in the course of loving someone will always be graceful and majestic.
Alam mo yung pakiramdam na ikaw lang talaga ang may paki sa sarili mo at wala nang iba.
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