September 27, 2018 10:00 PM


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” Where do I begin
To tell the story of how great a love can be

The sweet love story that is older than the sea
The simple truth about the love she brings to me
Where do I start?”

Just as in the song, I also do not know how to begin, or even how to start my masterpiece blog!

You see, I was interested in having a webpage of my own. And to accomplish my evil designs ( wink, wink!), I used the WordPress as an experimental web page – while I am trying to sharpen my spurs, and learn this mysterious world of the web.

I started this webpage in December of 2010 (about 7 years ago), but in all honesty have not been really serious with it.

Is it now time, to hit that restart button, once more?


As I sat in front of the white screen, a blank impenetrable wall faces me! I immediately hit a solid wall right smack into my intellectual face so to speak.

What shall I write?

What shall I share?

To whom shall I share my thoughts?

I feel a white lady looking over my shoulders with her disapproving, stern-faced look. And I am afraid to let my superb (wink, wink!) writing abilities show, and drain out my intellectual juices, lest it does not measure up to her expectations. This is a serious roadblock indeed. I am writing for an imaginary unknown and craving for her imaginary approval.

Simply put, this is stifling my style – a lot! And I am not yet even a writer … least of all a certified blogger. Not by a long shot. I am poor in grammar, and my writing is disorderly, and all over the place!

How will then I kiss this old white lady … bye bye? I cannot just blow her out my mind. She was always there watching over me. But a blogger, like a bird of prey (ala Aves de Rapina of the   Reyes and Kalaw fame, eherm…) must be free to soar out into the beyond and the unknown and conquer his imaginary fear.

This is what I will do then! Definitely!

Henceforth, to free myself from this psychological blank wall, I will resolve to write for myself and myself alone, and share whatever I like to no one but myself! I will not be shackled by a craving for acceptance in my art. I will be like “Invictus”. Yup, the new me (wink, wink!).

” Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley

I do not need that old white imaginary hag to stifle me, do I?

A good start?



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Nowadays when students come to me for advice on their feasibility studies, or sometimes a thesis, I gladly go out of my way to help.

These are course requirements to graduate on their architecture degree, and launch them on a lifetime career they chose.

Meeting them, and seeing their innocent eyes, I saw the naivete, the innocence, and lack of self-confidence, I experienced when I am at that age!

Later their naivete may turn into an egotistical sophistication, innocence into the battered demeanor of a seasoned warrior, and lack of self-confidence into a raging bull in a china shop. 

But that’s looking too much into the future. Who can tell what will happen to them? I do not have a crystal ball to see into their future.

So I have to help!

I hope to be one of those who mentored them along the way. I have this aching urge to share what I know at this point in my life!


Recently, two architecture students from Cagayan De Oro City came to me for advice.

One wants to have an FS for a drug rehab center, and the other one for a Bus and Jeepney Terminal.

Frankly, I know little to almost nothing about the drug rehab center! But I do know a little about bus terminals – as I incidentally managed the construction of one worth P 200 M many years ago!

Plus, I know how to prepare a feasibility study. That is a must for a Real Estate consultant to pass the board exam. (

And yes, the principles are the same … be it a drug rehab center, a bus terminal, or any other endeavor.

So I gladly gave a mini crash course on FS making this morning:

on how to conduct a market study, financial, and economic analysis using excel.

on how to compare benefits and costs, payback period, net present value, internal rate of return, and sensitivity analysis.

Also, I advised them to use a Kepner Trego style site selection analysis – to make their FS unique and a little more than what is expected for an undergrad FS, and hopefully thus earn a higher rating for them. 


But I think the best advice I gave is on how to finish the FS at the shortest time, and with minimal data.

They have no more time to gather data, does not yet know how to make an FS, not well trained in financial and economic analysis, and sadly not familiar with excel.

So it’s magic time!


Yes, they have a lot of things to overcome – but they will hurdle this small FS assignment. 

Reason? They are young, and their dream is like a star that beckons like a magnet in the sky.

They will graduate next year, pass the board exams, and then become future Architects – and I have somehow helped them a little today.

How will they ultimately be as architects will depend on how they study further … as life is a neverending classroom of new ideas. 


” Via Ingredere Tuapte”  (Follow your own path)



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