The Badtrip List Ni Telle

 Ang dami talagang tao sa mundo ang puwedeng magpainit ng ulo mo. ’Yong tipong patawarin ka nawa ng poong hindi ko pinaniniwalaan dahil naging tao ka pa. Mapapamura ka. Maiinis. Mangungunot ang noo dahil binuhay pa sila ng Diyos. Mga kahihiyan para sa sangkatauhan. So sino ba ang mga taong ito na nagpapainit sa matagal nang mainit kong ulo.

Charice Pempengco-Nagsimula siya bilang isang pahumble na teenager na walang ibang pangarap kundi ang sumikat. Ngayon,sikat na talaga siya at pumunta pa yon sa kanyang ulo. Ang resulta? Ang nakakasuka niyang hairstyle at accent. God’s gift to insanity.

Chef Boy Logro-Isang ordinaryong pangalan para sa isang sakit ng ulo. Siya kaya ang Chuck Norris Meets Manny Pacquiao meets Cooking with the Dazas plus the ping! ping! ping! factor niyang nakaka ping! ping! ping! ng utak.Hindi naman sa ayoko sa Bisaya pero.. Oh Boy!

Boy Abunda-Isa pang ordinaryong pangalang masarap kalbuhin. Kung may malakas at maganda sa mitolohiyong pinoy,malamang siya ay isa sa “Malakas at Mas Malakas”. Saan ka ba nakita ng interviewer na mas magaling pa sa interviewee? Mas malakas nga. Badtrip.

Vicente ‘Tito’ Sotto-Ang isa sa maaalamat na Sotto brothers, at ang pinaka-orihinal sa lahat. Kung nakakamatay ang pag-aahit, malamang naahit ko na ang mukha niya para ipakitang kahit ang maskarang gamit niya ay plagiarized din.

Justine Bieber-Ang akala ko talaga noong una ay babae ang isang ito. Doon ako nagkamali… well half-nagkamali dahil ‘half’ lang naman pala siya. Aba, kundi dahil sa Baby,Baby Oh niyang kanta na tunog nakikipag-sex, walang sasabayan ang kawawang mga bata ngayon. Dito natin mapapatunayang isang henerasyon  ang nasayang  dahil sa kabadingan niya.

Willie Revillame-Isa sa mga pangarap ko sa buhay ay makita siya ng personal. Malay mo mabigyan pa niya ako ng bente mil, ‘di ba? May panustos na ako sa aking unlitext to all goddamn network na hirap na rin akong mairaos. Idagdag mo pa riyan ang maganda niyang diction; yung tipong malingat ka lang sandali, ang maiintindihan mo lang ay anyonya! anyonye anyonye! anyonye! and all he breaks loose.

President Noynoy Aquino-Isang kawawang fifty-year old bald virgin na puppet lang ng kanyang ina hanggang ngayon. Kung alam lang nating lahat: The fifteenth president of the Republic of the Philippines is Cory Aquino, and he just holds the rein that his damn mother manipulates. Ang wish ko lang, bago siya mamatay ay mamatay naman silang hopeless romantic at hindi hopeless.

Manny Pacquiao-God’s gift to boxing. ..at sana nag-stick na lang siya sa larangang ito. Kung gusto niya maging  Jack… o Packuiao of all trades-nagtagumpay na siya! Maging nuisance nga nagawa na niya at ito lamang ang nag-knock-out sa kanya.

Kris Aquino-Maputi, maganda, matalino,…lahat na ay nasa kanya.Never speak ill of  her kundi magkakagulo tayo dito. I love her kaya, lalo na ang asampsyonista niyang diction. Wala na akong iba pang masasabi sa kanya. Kaya nga gusto ko siyang makita sa maraming piraso, eh.

Nariyan pa sina Katy Perry, Taylor Swift, Oprah Winfrey (o kung paano man baybayin ang apelyido niya),Shalala, Alfie Lorenzo,at marami pang iba. Kaya kung pareho tayong badtrip sa mga taong ito, goodluck na lang sa atin,kung isa ka naman sa mga taong gusto sila… goodluck na lang sa kaligtasan mo.

I Can Relate By Telle

            Love, the ever famous word to which most of us can relate. May it be of pain, excitement, anticipation or joy, we all love talking about love. Now, are you starting to to ask what this article is all about? Surprisingly, it is not about that four-letter word. No. it is about the word ‘relate’.

            Relating is like looking at yourself in the mirror, seeing the same view over and over again, and the option not to leave home lest you would get lost amid the crowded world outside, so tospeak. It is like drawing a circle on the ground and never wanting to step out of it.

            Have you ever heard of Heraclitus’s concept of fire? The notion stating that life in general is an immortal fire that never dies, only transforms. Much like the Law of Energy Conservation, eh. Have you ever heard of the rather oxymoronic term ‘Christian Anarchism’ that a certain Russian novelist Leo Tolstoy coined? It is about abolishing the wicked system and building up a new one according to God’s will. It will eventually yield a theocratic state. Or do you even have any idea about the nature of duality? This is, the existence of two opposing forces that affect man. If I explain that I am against the idea, I am one hundred percent certain you would only turn a deaf ear on me. Why? Because you cannot relate! I know you have not had any idea what the hell I am talking about. Why? The reason is you tread the ground familiar to you. If I ask you something about love, I am sure that you can answer me with a scholarly smile writhed upon your face.

            There is nothing wrong with relating yourself to predominant notions of everyday living.  Love, family, friends, politics, religion and everything that you can think about, it matters a lot but striding the same road will not get you to different fields. It will not lead you to new ideas you can explore. And what’s worse, big recording companies and the media make a big profit from you, making you a mental slave.

            Relating is keeping your interest rekindled. It makes writers like me choose something to write about. It keeps Justin Beiber’s bank account happy. But it is also a prison that prevents us from exploring a much greener pasture that lies beyond the horizon of our knowledge.

            We are kept imprisoned by our minds by being mentally stagnant. Our brain produces brain cells more that the stars in the sky, it is a waste if we will not use it. If we step out of our circle, maybe a new Renaissance will occur. Isn’t great? Having to live with an eye that penetrates to some new ideas? Surely, we can expand the things we can relate to by expanding our senses. After all, what are minds for if it will not be used? 

Daedalus and Icarus This is one of the most renowned stories in Greek mythology. By Telle

            Daedalus, who had Icarus as a son, was one of the famed characters in Greek mythology. He invented a number of things but was famous for his convoluted brainchild: the labyrinth wherein the monster known as minotaur was imprisoned. But when an Athenean hero that went by the name of Theseus outsmarted them by killing the hideous monster, the Minotuar, King Minos threw both of them into the maze.

            They were held captive by the maze that they created. There was no way out. The land, the sea, they were all guarded. But out thought struck Daedalus’s mind: King Minos could have conquered the earth and the sea but the sky remained unscathed. And through it they would escape. The idea came when one time, Icarus, a fellow as great as his father, watched the seagull roamed the skies. The birds enjoyed a freedom no one can take away from them.

            So, they gathered every feather they could get, every rope they could weave, every wax they could find and engineered an escape so brilliant about which they themselves felt a little boastful. When the wings were done, they tried it on, a little sloppy at first, as every beginners are, until they perfected the skills no one had done before.

            Daedalus, as triumphant at his slyness, told Icarus the great leap they were giving mankind but warned the youth not to fly to near to the sun. The wings were of feathers and wax and the sun could become their greatest enemy thus far.

            Until the time of flight came. Wing wings at their back, they rode the wings of feather and wax up the saline air, towards the liberation that a selfish king took away from them. Into the greater unknown they flew. They were exultant for the achievement. They were conquerors of the skies. Those whose feet were touching the ground thought they were gods, immortals. But they were the kings for a moment.

            It proved that the greatest enemy lay within for a foe unseen slowly devoured Icarus’s heart. He felt pride from freedom and superiority. They were gods… gods for a fleeting moment. Icarus got his warnings but he transgressed. To the sun he flew, mocking the human attributes that he and his father overcame.

            Daedalus warned him but his cries fell on deaf ears. He flew up, higher than the clouds, feeling the air on his face when the wax melted away. The wings disintegrated. Death’s torrential waves waited below and into it he dove. That was his ocean grave.

            Daedalus, though heartbroken carried on, with a bleeding heart for a lost child towards the freedom he should have shared with his son

Reverie The poetry collection By Telle

1.      Dead Divine

2.      Open Wounds

3.      Aikonoklastes

4.      War of Hearts

5.      Game Lost

6.      The Only Thing That Could Make Me Turn away from God if He became you

7.      Darkness Solitude

8.      Plagues

9.      The Wings upon Hermes’s Feet

1.      Dead divine

Oh, the world has been against you

Now, you do not have anywhere to run to

They conspire

The plans transpire

An exile you become

Helpless, hopeless

You are crying for friends who wore a poker face

Is this the life you wanted to live?

This is no place to start a brand new life

Where will you go

The demons cast you out

Five counts of cold mortal transgressions

Impeded your mortal shout

Mortal shell crying

Spiritual windows sealed to conceal the feeling

Oh, would you leave it all behind

For a better life?

So burn the bridge to stop us

Stop us from comforting you

Trespass the law of plurality

With yourself what will you do?

Maybe beyond the line is a place to start a brand new life

Away from the days of the old when friends are there to soften the fall

Where would you go

Will you carry fragments of camaraderie?

Where would you go

What would you do with a piece of a broken mirror that once breathed life?

2.      Open Wounds

Mourning upon a lose

Time stood still, mocking

We are beaten incessantly

Bleeding

The night blew the light away

From the candle of humanity

Selfishness is the new black

We are fed by this misery

Wolves circling our territory

Planning for an attack unrelenting

Our shadows taken away

Beaten black and blue

Helpless to a system so sordid yet prevailing

They stood as a proof of our existence

Soaring is nearly impossible

When they have taken our wings away

Die another day

Gut my dreams

Slit the throat of our aspirations

We are dead

We are dying

3.      Aikonoklastes

You said that everything’s okay

You refused to wear a frown

We all thought you’re strong enough

But you cry up nights

You fear the creature of sharp rejection

But cater your own demon

The greatest fear ensnared

Being hurt, being left alone

Leave the hurt at home

Face the world with a smile

Fool us all

Attempt to hide the pain for awhile

All the selflessness will turn its back on you

Can’t reconcile with you heart

A coffin for the only thing that’s true

What is painful?

Holding the fire that feeds you

The same fire that burns your hands

The fire that bore you

What is deception?

Holding the sharpness in your eyes

Even though neath the mask

My scathing friend lies

I know you’re not strong enough

The rage gave you away

I’d feel better if you cry all the pain out

And curse me from interfering

Than to see you taunt the day

Drawing hope to be understood

Well, you are

But not by the chains that bound your blood

We all sought a home

Not haunting, reassuring

We all looked for an ear or two to put up with our raging

We all look at you with admiration

But deep inside you you held back the tears

Disillusioned by false fear

4.      War of Hearts

Where do we go from here when the battle is done

The war we wage has taken everything

My life, my family, my heart

Broken by this war we’ve seized

The sky suffused with tears

From those who gave their lives to save me

Darkening, threatening

This soldier of tranquility

For I could live to die for what I believe in

This sword can never break my heart

I know what I am searching

Swords… bullets… smoke and bloodshed

We sacrificed too much to see it all cave in

Weak… dying… but we’ve so much to protect

Our hearts, still beating for a greater vision

There is comfort in keeping all the honor

To die for a greater cause

To be with the ones I loved

There is victory in silencing the shadows

It will never eclipse my heart

From my life I won’t depart

War!!!

The shadows are transforming into my darkest fears

I live to die for the things in my hands

I live to die for love

I live to die to win this war

5.      Game Lost

I’m losing you…

I need to be redirected; this love has poisoned me

I’m losing grip of all the things I used to love and saved me

This longing has gone far too long

The weight of the burden is a deal strong

And lest I lose my heart, I compromised you and everything I believe in

Everything I stood for

Everything that makes me alive

I’m losing you…

Would you be everything I need?

‘cause right now I think I’m losing the flame

You promise you will walk with me

I’m straying from the path, I’m losing my way

Well, the light in your eyes is victory

The love I know means so much to me

I’m letting go of what I have for what I thought is something more

But I’ve been fooled

The void of dejection I fell into is deep and without end

How can I turn away? I need you right now

Come shine through me

I’m lost

I’m losing this game called life

Your love

The one that sets me free I compromised

I need to be redirected

I need to feel loved again

I need to know if you’re still with me ‘cause you’re my everything and I’m losing grip

I’m losing you

I remembered the days when I confessed

I needed you more than this

The sorrow of becoming what I hated

Replaced this immortal bliss

So unleash the life you want me to live

Live for all the things I held in my hand

I am losing grip, I am losing you

6.      The Only Thing That Could Make Me Turn away from God  Is If He Becomes You

This hate’s the only thing that stands between us

This hate’s the only thing that stands between us

You built these walls of ignorance

From the debris of my faith

And called the kingdom you brought forth

The only thing that saves

You’re a deity to your own stupidity

The lack of will to stand alone is your misery

I won’t fall into this

With you will end the shame

Slit my wrist and with my blood

Immortalize you vow

To demean the last of me

In your malice I drown

I will avenge myself

Every pain you caused me

I weep not upon your name

I have loved once, not all’s left’s pain

The only thing that could save you

From the ghost of your failure

Is begging for forgiveness

Begging for your walls to reassure

Those tears could not makes amends

Alive was the hands of pain

Those tears could not make amends

Alive… alive is the rage

7.      Darkness solitude

This world has been against me

Tried to bring me down

But I will never falter

I’m standing my ground

They hide in the dark

With intentions of inflicting pain

But the darkness won’t last long

For I’m bringing the flame

Our knees will all hit the floor

But see who’s standing up

I’m bleeding no more

This life will be the life of me

See who’s broken

I will lead this war

I am not bleeding for this

Yes, I’m not bleeding for this

Weave these words

To destroy my face

This plot won’t thicken

You’ve had a taste

(of victory)

But the tower you built for yourself

Is the only territory you could hide in

My eyes are watching the skies

While my feet touch the ground

Hide in the dark; ever felt alone?

I’m showing my scar

I’m breathing this pain

‘cause I know I’ll never bleed again

The blood I’ve shed

Cleansed my heart

I know I will never bleed again

I’m not bleeding for this

This world has been against me

Tried to bring me down

But I will never falter

I’m standing my ground

8.      Plagues

We had this silence to cover our lapse

I thought this chain shall be severed

But it remained steadfast

I almost broke this bind and set you drifting away

But I’ll make it up to you someday

We are counting dead bodies

Of those who failed to keep

My heart has set me into a starless voyage

To change what we have built

Your eyes make it hard to keep a promise

But you still gave me a reason

To wait for you till dawn

I have been plagued

Heartache, impending, kept me at bay

Now the tailgate has been dropped

I have proven your eyes are here to stay

I found security under my breaking heart

I found my life cleansed by the bleeding you started

I found you when I lost it all

I built my world with you when it started to fall

9.      The Wings upon Hermes’s Feet

The sky turns black

All the shadows obscure the path

Where are we going?

Where are we heading to?

This route the only reason I breathe

Has suddenly recoiled in silence

And now I’m stuck standing nowhere

I only need a heart to prove myself worthy

Dissevered, desolate, disconsolate, dismayed

Our lives a constant impending doom

Swinging to the beat, to the beat

Of the pendulum

Where do we go from here?

Are we aimless enough not to be granted release?

Have we forbidden ourselves

To go beyond the line to sights unseen

Stationary we’ll be forever

Unless the feet stomp to the beat of our hearts

When distance stretched itself

We’ll find ourselves caught between the choices we’ve made

I need a heart to tell me where I’m going

And now, for the last encore

I need to sew these patches up to see what I’ve been missing

And now, for the life of me, I need the strength to open my eyes and carry on going