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Ang Kulto ni Batman


“BAHALA NA SI BATMAN!”

disclaimer: pictures posted here are not of my own creation or ideas. you can click on the pictures and see where they came from 😛

(This post is loooong overdue and was saved in my drafts for over 3 years, I guess now is the time to make this public 😀 )

Most of you would find this first picture blasphemous. but before you react, let me give you some ideas that would make your head spin 360 degrees.

Sa inaraw-araw na ginawa ng Diyos, sinong pilipino ang hindi nagsasabing “Bahala na si Batman?” Mula sa kaliit liit na desisyon katulad ng pag plano ng lakwatsa hanggat sa malaking desisyon tulad ng paghanap ng trabaho at pagkuha ng mga exams ng mga estudyante at pagtaya sa sugal eh nakakabit ang katagang yan sa mga bibig ng pilipino. ops ops, wag mag malinis… ‘Wag mong sasabihin ni isang beses sa buhay mo bilang Pilipino eh hindi mo nabanggit yan? :))

Naglalaro sa isip ko palagi kung san nanggaling ang mga katagang “bahala na si batman”. ayun sa nakalap kong research, ang salitang “bahala na” ay nagmula sa “BATHALA NA” na ang ibig sabihin ay “si Bathala na ang bahala”. Eto ang mga katagang lagi nating nababanggit kapag tayo at napepressure,  kapag nagawa na natin ang lahat ng ating makakaya to the best of our abilities pero inde tayo ganun ka satisfied o kabilib sa mga naging resulta. Minsan nababanggit din ang mga katagang ito out of “fearless abandon” to what ever things that may still come your way unexpectedly.

Pero…. baket maraming sumasampalataya kay batman? At paano naikabit ang pangalan ni batman sa mga katagang “bahala na”? Ihihimay-ihimay ko ang mga haka-haka kong naiisip na dahilan kung baket bukod tangi si batman ang nagiging biktima para pag-iwanan ng mga problema ng sandamakmak na Pilipino:

Unang-una: Isang kataga mula sa wikipedia tungkol keh Batman:

Unlike most superheroes, he does not possess any superpowers; he makes use of intellect, detective skills, science and technology, wealth, physical prowess, martial arts skills, an indomitable will and intimidation in his continuous war on crime.” dahil tao lang din si batman at nagagawa nya ang ipagtanggol ang mga naapi sa sarili nyang kakayahan, madami sigurong napapag isip na kaya din nila gawin yun. nagkakaroon tayo ng katiting na inspirasyon na pwede din tayong maging tulad ni Batman na ginagamit lahat ng maaring magamit na paraan para umasenso o malampasan ang bawat pagsubok natin sa buhay. Ngunit hindi naman lahat ng tao eh kasing talino, marnunong mag martial arts, may common sense,  at may yaman ni Bruce Wayne a.k.a Batman. Masyadong IMBA si batman sa mga ganyang aspeto kung kaya maaring madaming nag sasabing “sige na, ikaw na talaga!”

Pangalawa: “Batman makes it seem like fighting crime is as easy as a finger snap” More often than not, when we are presented with a challenge we tend to say “Ah! Madali lang yan! Yakang-yaka ko yan!” We tend to overlook details and miss the bigger picture or see the bigger picture and overlook the small details so when worse comes to worst, we give up trying or we tried but felt it wasn’t good enough because we thought it was easier done than said.  again, when we get fed up with all the pressure we just say “BAHALA NA SI BATMAN!!!”

Pangatlo: “A name that’s more tangible to be an escape goat but doesn’t sound to be as blasphemous” Minsan mas madaling sabihin na bahala na si Batman kesa bahala na si Lord maslalo na kapag may ginagawa kang kabalastugan. Ika-nga , ‘di ba, “Do not take the Lord’s name in vain.”

Pero dahil kung minsan nasasapian tayo ng espiritu ni Juan Tamad, ipinapasa natin keh Batman ang lahat. Nawawalan tayo ng control sa ating mga pansariling desisyon at diskarte sa ating mga pang araw-araw na gawain sa buhay kung kaya’t maya’t-maya eh maraming nakikisapi sa kulto ni Batman para mapadali ang buhay nila. Batman is then elevated into “God Status” dahil siya ang sagot sa lahat ng problema. Si Batman at si Batman lang ang salbasyon sa lahat ng kapalpakan at kabalbalan na hindi natin kayang akuin ng buong buo at masasandalan sa oras ng pangangailangan ng lakas ng loob at tiwala sa sarili. Kung tutal naman eh hindi naman siguro makakaangal si Batman kasi kahit mayaman si Batman eh wala naman siyang teleporter and, when all else fails, madali sisihin si Batman kasi wala siyang supersonic hearing para irescue tayong mga Pilipino sa mga katangahan na pinag-iwanan natin sa kanya at kesa sisihin natin ang ating sarili eh di “BAHALA NALANG SI BATMAN”, ‘di ba? :))

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The Shower Chronicles: Journey To The Center of The Chrysalis


It has always been in the shower — ideas rushing in as the water gushes out and drench my body so does the stream of thoughts interlacing one from the other.

And so here it is, I figure i should probably write down all (well i wont probably wont get to do this all the time but will try to do it as often) that has been going through my mind in the shower unto “paper”.

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Life is like the life cycle of a butterfly. We are all born individually and yet dependently on the environment that holds us.

Caterpillars emerge from a single tiny shell — as soon as they are born, their only reason for living is to feed off the tree or bush that they are born to. They are exposed to the dangers of the environment like the rain and the predators that might try to disrupt their peaceful life of munching away single leaf that they could see. Some bushes may actually be overpopulated with caterpillars and so everybody struggles to get their own share. Some will not make it, either because they have lost the race for food or they die at the mercy of the predators no matter how much they try to protect themselves with those stink rays to ward them off or simply they just succumb to the elements… Such is a life of a caterpillar: EAT OR DIE. DEFEND OR DIE.

I think humans are quite the same — we struggle to live. Everybody thinks that life has to be a rat race where everybody needs to one up and compete with everybody else. People endlessly just consume things mindlessly without considering anybody else (Well except for family and friends of course, but then some don’t really even care about that. Really.) People struggle with their jobs, their relationships, their homes.. almost anything really. When something goes wrong, they wallow in the drama of things instead of getting their selves fixed up altogether. Sometimes the elements aren’t even kind to people — things are being swept away with fire and ice along with the winds that literally changes everything. What’s left of these people when they are all stark out of hope? Well some choose to blame other things other than themselves. When they’re struck down and have even bared their soul, some end up being bitter blaming everything around them other than themselves and the things that have happened along the way. While some choose to call out to a deity that they believe would give them everything that they want like a genie in a lamp.

“3 wishes… you only get three wishes..” oh crap, can i wish for more wishes?

No. That’s cheating.

And so then the journey of the butterfly winds up in a cocoon. They tuck themselves away, spinning their own saliva to form a chrysalis. A soft casing at first… a very delicate process to put all effort in and consider. There shall be no spot missed, everything that they are should be shrouded within. Then it hardens and all the life they had lived is turned inside-out. It’s like they have journeyed back into the womb of their shell, only the shell is different and it is of their own making. That’s where the magic happens — a change that the human eye cannot see, but only the caterpillar can feel happen. Life does not stop inside the chrysalis — it is where it begins!

I don’t think many people try to look at themselves, I mean REALLY look at themselves. Sure they might look at themselves in the mirror and admire their physique. But that’s all that there is, admiring the physique. Some may even chose to loathe themselves if they don’t like what they see in the mirror. And yes the drama begins again like a broken record stuck on replay.   If it’s not the physique, it would be the worldly accomplishments like a great job that pays 5-7 digits, acquisitions of the latest technological advancement (which some wouldn’t be so content of having, replacing them ever so often as the latest model comes out [such a waste, I know right!]), titles that they think define the very core of their being which makes them feel so big and indestructible… the list goes on and on. It all goes back to the ego. THE NEVER ENDING SCREAMING EGO. Everything that people think holds their life in place all comes back to the ego. Take away all of that, what’s left? What are you? What’s behind that mask you’re wearing? Everything is an illusion.

“Why are you wearing that silly bunny suit?”

“Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?”

(excerpts from Donnie Darko)

In one in a billion of the world’s population, who has ever bothered to look inside? I mean really look at THE inside of themselves?  Peering inside is not even half of the battle, one must make that journey inside. Embracing both the good and the bad. One must get lost inside in order to find themselves inside. People struggle for the change in the world yet never looking to change themselves. Change is an inside job as true happiness is an inside job. Not many people are strong enough like the caterpillar to journey into the center of their own cocoons. They are afraid to learn, to see, and to feel themselves because it’s much more easier to perceive everything that is outside of themselves, everything they think they could grab a hold of and control. The exterior ghost of a shell holds more importance than the intelligent sentient being that resides in it.

“To get to the heart of everything, one must abandon what the world thinks and listen to the voice within.”

There will be times that what you hear on the inside will not be pleasant, but that is a part of you — something you cannot deny and MUST embrace, denying it is futile. It help shapes who you are. You may even discover things about yourself that you thought you were never capable of. To be friends with yourself is the most liberating thing in the world. Like the magic that works inside a caterpillars chrysalis, it is a process of rebirth and regeneration. When you have journeyed inside, your view of the outside world changes. You become more aware of everything: The World Around and The Divine Self — nothing was, is or has been separated from one another. With all the neuro-chemical changes that goes from the inside the chrysalis of our minds follows the changes that we could see outside. Change cannot happen overnight, it is a constant process. We breathe in and dive inside the waters of our emotions and intellect. The changes we feel from the inside radiates through the outside, it will affect everything it touches — as long as you have stated your intention. Everything that you are to become is made aware, and how you affect to be the change around you happens.

“Sometimes you must show yourself as you really are. People who are lost in the struggle of existence have become prisoners of illusion. Just remember one thing: you are made of light, and when it is fitting, you may have to prove it.”

(excerpts from Buddha by Deepak Chopra)

And so i leave you with a question: “Do you wish to be a butterfly and soar high? Or do you wish to be a caterpillar and forever crawl and struggle?”

“Be the Change That You Want To See In The World. But For Heaven’s Sakes, Please Start With Your Own World! The Rest Will Follow.”

Frifrildi Eda (p6) – The Beginning, The Tempest and The Dark


“Where am I? It’s so dark… and so cold… I can’t see, my eyes hurt… my body hurts…”

She lays crumpled on the ashen floor, battered and bruised. A moment ago she was with company, people whom she hold dear. Laughing, talking, and bickering at the dinner table, enjoying their meal… And then, it all happened so suddenly, with just one swoop. All she remembered was that lightning struck and a tempest had swept her away.

“Hello? are you still alive?” cried a small trembling voice.

“Who’s there? Who are you? What are you? …..Where am I?….” 

She fumbled through the questions non-stop. Her head reeling in from the pain and heart beating fast startled by the small voice that greeted her.

“We are… i don’t know, we are nowhere… I don’t know how i got here either.. I’m just a tiny caterpillar, i’m afraid i’m unable to help you right now, but i could at least keep you company…”

The Lady in the grey dress started to weep in a bitter tone.. she was all dazed and confused of what had come past. Trying to make sense of everything, she grasped desperately for her mind to still. Weeping was all that her body could muster to cope up with the moment.

The night was silent, there was nothing to be seen, no stars shone in the sky, not even a moon to shed light. The wind breezes in with an icy chill, the little caterpillar huddled close to the crumpled lady on the floor for warmth.

“I hope you don’t mind… I am but a tiny, little thing and I could not protect myself from the cold.”

The lady just laid there almost lifeless, exhausted, asleep and without a care. A faint whimper escapes her lips, as if in pain, as she cradles her knees closer to her chest.

“I guess she must be real tired… I guess her mind and her heart is tired.. I shall keep you company for a while. Insignificant as I am, this is all I could offer.”

The night goes on. Nothing to be seen only the icy wind howling through the eves.

dead on arrival


“……………”

yan lang ang nasabi ko pgkaalis mo.

nagblanko ang lahat. para akong nanonood nanaman ng sine. nakakaiyak ang exena, masakit ang mga binitawan mong salita pero sa sandaling umiyak ako’t humagulgol parang katawan ko lang ang nakaramdam ng sakit dahil para akong binaril on the spot — sa sandaling un nakahiwalay ang kaluluwa ko at pinanonood na lamang ang katawan kong nagdudusa at nakalumpasay sa semento at di manlang nararamdan ang dugong nadanak sa dibdib.

award teh, akala ko sa sine lang ang mga exenang un, di ko akalaing pwde din pala akong sumabak sa drama.

inde ko alam kung anong nararamdaman ko ngayon. kahet paulit ulit nagrereplay ang exena sa utak ko, walang nagsisink in sakin. ganun cguro talaga pg malalim ang sugat, kahet nabulwak pa ung dugo wala kang nararamdamang sakit kundi ung mainit na luhang naagos nlng sa mata mo. gusto m magsalita pero paisa isa lang ang lumalabas sa bibig mo tulad ng salitang “masakit”.

“tama na.”

yan ang mga huling katagang nabitawan ko bago ka umalis. sa huling sandali ikaw pa din asa isip ko. ayaw kong nasasaktan ka kahet na kasabay nun ay ang mga katagang pang iinsulto sakin ng harap harapan. ayokong pinapahrapan mo ang kalooban mo ng dahil sakin. masakit para sakin un.

siguro bukas ko pa mararamdaman ung nana nang iniwan mong sugat sakin dahil ngayon wala akong maramdaman. ang masama nito pano kung walang nana dahil nauwi bigla sa necrosis ung sugat? ewan. makatulog na nga lang muna.

random tales from yonder


in the end, what reason do i have for holding on to these feelings? it was as if the illusion had jokingly hid the truth right in front of my own trusted senses.

for what reason did reason have over me meeting such a cruel fate? as if its icy hands had gripped me for so long but i had not been able to realize because my body has already grown numb by its touch.

what is this that i see before me? a beautiful creature with lust for blood emanating from it’s eyes.. no, this is not .. it can’t be.. i had long denied myself of the reality of which now stands before me. He no longer exists. Nothing but a shell of what might have been.