To PLank or not to PLank?

    Hard times call for hard action, does that constitute planking at a rally so as to gain attention or affection? What the heck is planking anyway? Why am I being sucked into this whole bruhaha with the government banning such an imbecilic deed that is just now gaining popularity? To the rest of us who are unaware of this "internet craze", read on...

    As far as my research goes, Planking started as a game between 2 white guys from England in about early 2000's; who were traveling through Europe and initially called it a "lying down game". It was one of the best way for them to document the places that they had been and as obviously as it was posted on social networking sites became viral. The other unofficial author was comedian Tom Green, who claims to have started the deed around 1994. The main objective was to imitate a wooden plank. Face down, arms stuck to the sides, and feet straight, pretty much like a corpse that fell face first.

    Since then, planking has been used as a status enhancer, protest tool, and even an easy way to die. Some of the most famous plankers have included the son of the PM of NZ, the Taiwanese twins and a myriad of famous folks. Other countries have already proposed to ban planking as some people started planking in the most unsafest places. Case in point would be a man in Australia who fell to his death after trying to plank on a rail in his balcony. The distinguished gentleman from Quezon City who has proposed to ban planking may have the same fear in mind. Kids who would attempt to plank in such precarious places are placing themselves in evident anger, other than that; Planking in a transport strike in the middle of a busy thoroughfare may not be such a hot idea after all. If it were up to me, I'd say ban it. I wouldn't do it if people paid me anyway. But as an artist, I guess I would have to say "Safety First!". Happy Planking!!

into the halls of a scattered mind..

in this state of sleeplessness i dwell,just trying to pass the time by not minding anyting or anyone at all..here i am,once the structure of a boy teeming w/ zest to live and to experience..now reduced to nothing but a perfect example of failure and remorse,my decisions always the opposite of what i wanted.words come out like burning daggers instead of soothing tones,my actions are that of a 3 year-old…lost and bewildered in a world of astonishment and fear.

am i to blame for my state of confusion? whereas I myself have paved this road i tread w/ each and every painfully arrogant step.stumbling on a few rocks only to find that there are canyons and cliffs soon to fall into once you’ve summed up the courage to move on,no sense in trying to evade or stand still for it comes sooner than you think…the sun,both a harsh and a undeniable reminder of the importance of now.the moon and stars,forever lauging and mocking in all of those restless nights.the wind,sometimes a friend but most often a foe.sway does the gentle breeze yet the trees shake w/ the forcefullest of  gales..the water,so crystal-clear and pure…quenching the thirsts of any rambling fool young or old but also can drown out the good souls.and who will save me from the fires? is it of my own piety and endurance or will the merciful hands that made rescue me from my evil ways? can i just ask to be remolded and bent the other way?
questions that seem irrelevant are always most often the ones difficult to answer and situations that strike us down to the ground are bound to empower us with the strength,wisdom,and patience once we learn to overcome.

easier said than done!for as humans we will eventually be wrong and no matter how we try to forget or change the facts,there will always be someone who’s right…someone who’s better….and someone who’s suffering more than you can ever possibly imagine.like the great musician John Lennon once said in a song, "so,what have you done?"

here we are,bombarded w/ questions and yet come up w/ empty answers…i’m not trying to say that life sucks,although i’ve already heard myself screaming that out more than i could count in the highest buildings and the busiest of streets.i’ve silenced my heart,my spirit and my mind but still i arrive at the void that haunts me….won’t you take a step into my scattered mind?

always with the questions

Fragile are the threads of life, yet I seem to be weaving a reckless web. All I’ve accomplished is being an image of a hopeless case, always carefree and reckless. A Fool! I know that’s what I am, is it so wrong to yearn and wait for a better life or should I just continue with my pitiful tries? I walk the streets with open eyes and see the anguish my brothers seem to be trapped in. Minimum wage yet it’s the “global age”, no money for a decent meal or even a decent place to live in. It’s even harder when you got hungry kids roaming streets, ending up with an even hungrier stomach and a knife in one hand. I see my sisters standing on a dark corner, whose only companion is a cheap cigarette and a pocketful of dreams. Everyone seems to be finding an easy way out, even I. I look back into the past and ponder whose should be the blame. Parents who never cared; a government that has always fed us lies; a harrowing experience that left you feeling that God has turned his back on you; or simply because it just seemed to be a good idea at the time. Whatever your reason, I don’t care. To each man his own poison, everybody’s got their own cross to bear. But this is what I’m going to share to you, I may be a fool but at least I’m not masked like you. I admit I’m unclean and I have no right to tell you what to do. Let me just remind you that it doesn’t hurt to listen for a change.

Farmer John

Getting older by the minute, dare I ask what have we become? If it is such of a pain to be forgotten, then why do we find it so easy to ignore the harsh realities that comes out blaring like the sound of horns in a heavy fog. What mystery lies yonder the opposite direction? I do not wish to imply that I know but would you agree to defy your norms just to know the unknown?

Taught what to say and what these words mean, can you say that you truly extract the essence from a message spun from a swindler’s sticky web and a thespians picture perfect smile. Bewitched by the motion of a virgin’s hips and the left dumbfounded by the dancing candlelights; the words may poorly portray the image of this confusion I paint. But at least now, the question has formed a shape..

Buendia Avenue

“Hey man,can you spare some lose change?” said the beggar standing on the corner as I pass by. As with courtesy, I turn to say “I don’t.”. To my surprise, I saw thru his greased face and tired eyes someone strangely very familiar to me. “Don’t I know you from somewhere?”,I asked. But instead of words, his reply to me were wide open eyes and a quick escape.

I grabbed his arm just as he was about to flee, I immediately demanded an answer from him. Struggling like a mouse in panic, my strength sadly was more than his and yet he still tries to break free as I stand failing to understand his actions toward me. I don’t remember loaning out huge amounts of money or a guy trying to hit on my chic. Yet he seemed so scared and bewildered as if he was really guilty of an evil deed by then a crowd was starting to gather around. 

Bystanders asking each other “What’s going on here?”. The man then started screaming for sympathy to turn the tables on me. I felt the temperature suddenly rise as the bystanders started encircling around me, in my defense I announced that this was only an inquiry as he was behaving strangely. The crowd quickly turned into an enraged mob all because they didn’t know what had happened. Saved by tears from the sky, the rain came down hard and forced the bystanders to run for cover; leaving me the beggar with his arm still clutched in my hand. And was the water cleansed these dirty streets, it also came to reveal that the dirty beggar was actually me…

The Scientist

Science has greatly improved life on plant Earth in the last century and half. Technological advancements has now allowed tools, gadgets, and cures that our forefathers would almost instantly call mystical or miraculous; Plus, it has made our curious world and the things that live on it be classified or ranked thus eliminating the horrible ignorance that used to infect and feed our insatiable curiosity. A kindergartner can now tell you how rainbows are made,  and that the Sun is only a star as same as all the tiny twinkle lights that glimmer in the night sky. 

Anyone can tell you that earthquakes are caused the plates of the Earth moving beneath our feet and that the rain cannot be caused by dancing and chanting around like idiots. Knowledge has now become the ultimate power; the more you know, the more you can manipulate. The lesser the aware, the better the welfare of the general populous. Now arises the dilemma wherein many prefer not to share this prized possession and many fallen in it’s audacious pursuit to be used in the greater good or abused by them who crave of the prestige it is associated with. What was once the cause of our very existence has now evolved into it’s greatest threat. Even the concept of a higher being presiding over us has been redundantly desecrated, only left to those who would want to believe. What most of us are left with is the consciousness that we may be alone in this immense space that enclose us..

And yet, infinite variables still elude our rationality and still resort the the simplicity of not even wanting to discover what lies inside it’s intimidating packaging. Emotions, one or if not  the most unexplained, reside in deepest recesses of inquiries and commonly cause a hunger for it control. If we could all put leashes on how our flesh will take particular situations and use the end result as the perfect leverage, then this world would still end up in ruins as the innocence that protect us die. Destroyed by our own two hands…