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Metrobank Architecture Competition 2013 – The Winner Entry that was Lost


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Metrobank Architecture Competition 2013 – The Winner who Lost

To see the design proposal for the modern bamboo house visit Bakod Bubong Balat Architecture DesignMetrobank Architecture Competition 2012 Winner - Modern Filipino Bamboo House

MADE Architecture – Modern Bamboo Design House – Architecture Competition Entry

I

Dried from Exhaustion
Lost in the Translation
Confused in the Submission
Expectant in completion
___That was who I am

III

One came a call
While I was in the Mall
Another meeting, o darn
To Manila I will return

II

Spent from Exertion
The Joy of Triumph
The Pain of Defeat
The taste was all mine.

IV

They say, they pay the fare
I, the rest, my dear,
But sad another couple absence,
I am a Professor, you see.

V

So, I’m off to the Airport and fly
To rent a Hotel for a Night
But sleepless, restless, mindless I tread,

To the Death,
To Obscurity
To Oblivion
To the Mercy

the Mercy of the (MADE) Metrobank Committee. Continue reading

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Metrobank Architecture Competition 2013 – The Winner Entry that was Lost 2


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Metrobank Architecture Competition 2013 – The Winner who Lost

Part 2 of 2. Read the First Part “Metrobank Architecture Competition 2012 part 1”

To see the design proposal for the modern bamboo house visit Bakod Bubong Balat Architecture Design

Metrobank Architecture Competition 2012 Winner - Art and Design Excellence, Modern Filipino Bamboo House, Bamboo Residence

XVIII

For we shouldn’t place our hope in Man
Whose minds may change like shifting sands
They are mortal, undependable
Their thoughts and minds are unstable

XIX

Congratulations, Celebration, Joy and Grief,
The Judge Announce, O what deceit!
Hollow words echo across the Halls
While I run down through the walls

(click to see the MADE Architecture Winner Award Letter)

XX

A wriggly man to me, approach
We’re glad you Won but take these Notes
We plead with you, be silent Please
Until we (Metrobank Foundation) launch our Press Release

XXI

So, I’m off to my Hotel, to pack my Bags
Walking like a Zombie, my Mind’s like a Rag
But Sleepless, Restless, Mindless I Pack,

To the Death,
To Obscurity
To Oblivion
To the Mercy

the Mercy of the (MADE) Metrobank (Foundation) Jury.

XXII

Two weeks past, this call I catch
From the Validating Team
And, awaiting them I glance my Watch
Waiting for Eternity it Seems.

XXIII

The team arrives, and Headway dives
Into files and every Crook and Cranny
Collecting Info, Person, Place and Time
to Clear some doubt if there is any. Continue reading


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bakod bubong balat poem


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METROBANK ARCHITECTURE COMPETITION 2013

Poem: BAKOD, BUBONG, BALAT (B3)

Our Fathers chopped some Bamboo poles,
And wove the Nipa to the Frame
The Floor they had were full of holes (slits)
Gentle winds course through the same

Centuries past, then Spanish masts
Were cast into our virgin seas
They built with wood and rock & quite fast
They colonized, with Manila as the key (City)

Americans came with tongues a-strange
Who taught us Civic Architecture
With their reign, our home became
Progressive as a land not like any other.

Then came the time that we be free
To find our own identity
We found the strength and heart to rise
And live our Golden Age to the skies.

Soon came a time of doom and deep unrest
A Dictator would put us to a test,
Yet our strength held on to this:
That peace pursued would be the best.

In this time of judging and reflection
We search for meaning and direction,
Our Asian friends are moving forward.
We should rise and our nation’s pride we guard.

Bakod, Bubong, Balat
Enlarge the space, enclose the lot
Pull the cover, lay the roof;
Invite the breeze [and] the sun go mute.

Bakod, Bubong, Balat
Reuse the rain, catch the wind,
Protect the blades, if there’s a lot.
Bring water up, when they spin.

Bakod, Bubong, Balat
Filter the walls on rainy days
Break it open when it’s hot
Keep view of the scenery for always.

Bakod, Bubong, Balat
Keep out the smog, bring in the plants
Chill on the living, cool on the pool
Dine on your table, view scenery=full.

Bakod, Bubong, Balat
Drape hanging vines, like curtains on trellis
They function like lungs, and lets us breath with
Their flowers in bloom with colorful palettes.

Bakod, Bubong, Balat
Without your columns engraved like native tattoos
with light permeating your wooden skin
With wood-plastic treads to your inner-lit chambers.
Your treasures abound in rich royal pleasures

Filipino, you are, to the core of your being;
diverse and unique, United by one roof –
Our History, that binds us together, our Past