all the world's a stage

"to all the lost souls who perished that day..."

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SEVEN YEARS HAD PASSED but i will not be surprised if anyone who lost a father, a mother, a sister, a brother, a son, a daughter, a relative, or a friend on that day, still feels the pain and the grief. the grief of losing someone from such reckless hate, or should i say from a twisted manipulative agenda.

i still could remember that day because it was both my brother’s and my mother’s birthday celebration (it was my nanay’s birthday when she gave birth to my younger brother, philip). i went home from school, greeted nanay and john john, and immediately went to the kitchen to binge on my plate, overflowing with my favorite home-made spaghetti. loud music was playing; people were laughing, eating, and having good talks with each other, while others sang their lungs out before a booming videoke machine. but no one seemed to pay attention on what was going on the television… two buildings that seemed on fire… the iconic buildings i didn’t fail to recognize, because they had made the new york skyline a breath-taking view… well, not anymore.

it was no big deal for me back then. i was on a birthday celebration so why bother myself with such news. bad news has always been on television… and they will always be on television. it didn’t make that much difference, i thought.

however, the next day was different. after all the jeering and cheering and when the excitement of the occasion seemed at bay, i became more apprehensive on what had truly transpired. it was everywhere. the united states was attacked. two hijacked commercial jets bombarded the world trade center towers. another jet hit the pentagon and another fell short of its target and crashed in shanksville, pennsylvania. the media reported that it was a deliberate terrorist attack against the united states as orchestrated by bin laden… and he conducted it really well. it would be really easy to get rid him if death notes really do exist (l just died. i’m about to start episode 28 so no spoilers please! did i just become one?).

five years had passed since the 911, when the national geographic premiered the series inside 911. it was when i finally understood everything about it or so i thought. who could forget such tragedy that rivaled the first and second world war. i could still remember people jumping off from the towers and seeing their broken bodies on hard concrete. these feats are just natural for those who feel hopeless, of course. who wouldn’t feel hopeless if there are only three choices in front of you: death by fire, death by suffocation, or death by severe trauma. either way you’ll lose your life, so no wonder they preferred the one that includes a free fall. perhaps, they wanted to feel how it’s like to fly before they die. fire fighters were desperately trying to save those still trapped within the towers even if it costs they own lives. media were everywhere like lions feeding on their prey…

and then, the great towers finally gave way, carrying two thousand souls with them… underneath the rubble of pulverized concrete and molten steel. it was an amazing sight. for a moment, i forgot that there were still people trying to escape their inevitable deaths. as each building falls, they reminded me of buildings brought down on purpose. people were running for their lives, uncertain if they could survive the falling debris, the smoke, and the dust chasing them like monsters ready to slit their throats. there was blood everywhere and the air was stained with that familiar smell of death. it was hours before the dust had settled… and then… there was silence. a dead one. the kind you hear after a raging storm. eerie. deafening. the kind that amplified the cries, the whimpers, and the pain, a hundredfold.

then, it was time to recover the dead and save the almost dead. bodies were uncovered one by one. blood and sweat were needed to recover the bodies from tons of stone and steel. only a few out of two thousand souls had a chance to live a new life. but for the rest, it was nothing but misfortune. some were missing limbs. some torn in half. some were unrecognizable. but for some, their bodies could not even be found. missing. the recovery and rescue operations couldn’t go any further. it was not long before the streets of new york were filled with pictures. posters. contact numbers. and for all the lost souls… flowers they wouldn’t be able to smell. the walls of the city were covered with faces. unblinking. a lot people were combing the city, thrusting pictures to anyone who had eyes to see. people with trembling hands and lips and faces corroded with tears, holding onto their last hope of seeing their loved ones, and taking that leap of faith. but for some who lost someone that day, they had nothing to do but eat on the first seeds of their grief--denial. denial and faith was one that day.

the 911 commission was formed and the united states waged war against iraq. since 911, 100 billion dollars were used annually for military purposes. a lot of money to forge weapons of mass destruction, seeing that this was the one last hope for justice. for peace. for freedom in the land of the free. the place where the towers once stood, ground zero, became a memorial for those whose lives perished on that tragic day.

seven years post-911, haley, told me about a documentary entitled, zeitgeist. it was divided into three parts. the second part, all the whole world’s a stage, basically says that the us government staged everything. it was the reason why i made the poll on my sidebar. as of now, most people voted that they don’t believe that bin laden was responsible for the attacks. i don’t know if they’ve already watched the documentary, or they learned the ‘facts’ from another source, or they just wanted to choose an option far from the obvious and happened to love conspiracy theories. but it was really surprising to know that many believed the one that makes everything much more complicated.



i was planning to write about it in detail, but i just can’t, and considering how many bloggers get bored with long posts like this. (i wonder who among the readers of this post have made it this far. hmm. give me a smiley at the end of your comment if you happen to reach this part :)). as a writer, i am very particular with details. if i can’t tell a story with much detail as i wanted to, then i won’t write it. lame am i? and with that documentary, every detail is important to get the entire picture. it was really an interesting watch. but really disturbing… especially because every argument was very well backed up. it’s easier to accept that bin laden was responsible. that iraq attacked us, that's why us waged war against iraq, hoping iraq and bin laden will surrender in the end. period. but having the people to believe that the us intended to kill its own citizens is just… unacceptable… and if it happens to be true… then, it’s a different story for the entire world to hear.

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the 911 myth

19 high jackers, directed by osama b. laden, took over 4 commercial jets with box cutters and, while evading the air defense system (norad), hit 75% of their targets. in turn, w. trade towers 1, 2, and 7 collapsed due to structural failure through fire in a “pancake” fashion, while the plane that hit the pentagon vaporized upon impact, as did the plane that crashed in shanksville. the 911 commission found that there were no warnings for this act of terrorism, while multiple government failures prevented adequate defense.

the 911 truth:

criminal elements within the us government staged a “false flag” terror attack on its own citizens, in order to manipulate public perception into supporting its agenda.

they have been doing this for years.

911 was an inside job… and it was just the beginning…

-- Zeitgeist, the movie

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Happy Birthday, Nay and John John! Sana may spaghetti ulit! wee!