chArONIMOUS

The unstoppable rain has been dominating the city of love for i think the last century(OA?!) and based on my not-so reliable inference and unrelenting senses, it has, by every means, no plans of putting on hold its asian tour. haha. unfortunately, it caused a series of unfortunate events, unfortunate enough to happen to unfortunatepeople close to me, if not, to the unfortunate me!TO ME!wahahahhuhuh.,


The day was actually hypersupermega exciting and fun despite the obvious fact that the rain was pouring hard, we have strolled half of the world and we are soaking wet and are cold to death! So, as earlier discussed by my earlier post (earlier?haha), the einteins were brilliant enough to excuse ourselves during the last day of formal classes to go round and about the bicol region(OA?!)haha) and take shots of the wastes and pollutants that invade the modern era on a mission to go to Japan!weee!Arigato!Hike!haha.Moshimoshi!


So our ultimate destination was Carillo's residence wherein we are to collate the documented wasteland and magically turn it into a masterpiece!Brilliant eh?! This is where the series of unfortunate events kicked in!


The soil was already drunk with too much h20 injected into it that it has gone jelly-ish, and slippery when wet and everything. Gracia (chis kong panget) and I and Jovie were to go to school on an errand to Mam Cargullo and to return the bikes we partially stole from Latade's residence. So off we were. On the way to the bikes...



Gracia: Gagamiton ko su ginamit ko na subago.


Charonimous: (Due to a traumatic past experience on a defective bike) ( raced to the well-conditioned bike when suddenly..) blagh!kaboom!awoom!awooom!boom!tugsh!


Gracia: *shocked face* (gaud, i wasnt able to see.,all i can see was the sky!haha!)


Bien: Charooonimous!(ran to save the dying cute.,haha!when suddenly...)blagh!kabooom!awooom!boom!tugsh!


Gracia: Hala Charonimous!Get up?!Are you okay?!


Jovie: LOL .LOL more.



Translation: Charonimous went diving into the clear, hard, rain-showered cement when Bien, the saviour came to the rescue ending up laying beside her too. Haha. The two of them shared a moment while staring into the sky and feeling their backs and butts ache.

Bacolod: Bacolod to the very core to be exact! We were able to reach the deepest of the deep of Bacolod! We even crossed a handle-less-death-defying bridge that tested my fear of heights and my pronounced clumsyness. The bridge of death, as i would call it, brought us to a little scary yet genuine shortcut trail to the Tabaco City port!

Rollbeck Gotohan: Even superman needed rest, right? The jungle adventure squeezed the available ATP's for continued walk-a-thons and we needed something to recharge our adrenaline and nothing beats a warm goto amid the cold rainy day!(yeah naman!haha!) We ate till our bellies ache(nabitin nane ako.,haha!expression lang yan so that it;ll sound good) and our blood came pulsing through our brains once more.
Snowpy Stand: Though we consider these places exotic, nothing is as exotic as the waste-seg-cute-group, headed by moir of course! In the pouring rain and raging winds(okey, so the wind wasn;t actually raging,haha) we thought we needed something to cool our excitements and Snowpy sundae is up for the job!haha! We all ate ice cream to push the goto deeper down our stomachs.haha. Such exoticism!haha!
Lotto Stand: This stand is directly beside the Snowpy stand. A definite sign of a looming luck! (well, that is how we shall be putting it!haha!) We decided, because of the self-proclaimed natural luck we think we posses, we took the shot and bet in the lotto!haha! Please pray for us!haha!I should like to set this topic aside and write a separate post for this!haha!
Latade's residence:you may ask the significance of this destination but to tell you, this is the magical place where we got the magical instruments for the magical bike ride!BIKES!haha!

Carillo's residence:The meeting place!The final destination of our adventurous undertaking!hehe!

:P

Today is fun. Tomorrow shall be better.

:)

The human mind really is as fascinating as its mysteries. How foolish must it be to believe whatever it is that i am about to put into writing today. (at this moment i am irked with the fact that i honestly don't know where to go with the things that i'm blabbing about.,crap!) I am planning to make up silly excuses for my incapacity to maintain this cave of my disturbing perceptions 'till the thought escaped me. Darn. I have not written for long and now it seems that i am not able to write anything of substance. However, i think i have fat lots of reasonable reasons to compensate for everything else.

Blaming it on stress. On the numerous winning, losing, losing, losing, losing, and er, have i mentioned losing and yeah, losing contests. Blaming it on studies, the quizzes, long tests, reports, researches. Blaming it on the rain, sunlight, rain, sunlight and another million of that continuous cycle. Blaming it on nonbiodegradable wastes. On plastics that fermented-kefir can't degrade.Blaming it on climate change, pollution, child exploitation, dirty politics. Blaming it on Akon. On lousy singers that make it at the top of the charts. Blaming it on pornography, fhm, maxim, and other lame magazines.

Yeah. Those stuffs. And these more:

Blaming it on politicians,authors and engineers (of anomalies). Blaming it on broken dreams, frustrations, failures and dirty bedrooms. On dusty ceilings and backrooms. Blaming it on boring lives, physics problems and spag shortages. Blaming it on lost pieces. On forgotten melodies, on melancholical novels. Blaming it on TWILIGHT. On the non-existent edward cullen or carlisle, and villains that turn into goodguys when loved. Blaming it on Patricia Evangelista.

Blaming it on unrecognizable usbs. On trojan viruses. On putos worth 4php. On inspiring songs. On expiring songs. Blaming it on anti-christs. Blaming it on Barak Obama, and Bush. Blaming it on broken families, early marriages, divorce, annulment, teenage pregnancy. Blaming it on the dream fight. On pacquiao's english profficiency, de la hoya's abs.

In short. Blaming it on the whole wild and wide milky way galaxy. Blaming it on everybody and everything else, EXCEPT me.

I believe these reasons shall be enough to fool my gullible convolution-etched brain. Enough to make it believe that he's off the hook. Enough to manipulate the understanding, the intellect, the stupidity and the moronic tendency to make it succumb, enough to convince you to nod.

p.s.




Forgive me but here i go again being emo-ish on the fact that we are graduating. argh.




:(

Since God is god and God is wise, he decided to breathe into existence two types of being – the first one he called the leader and the other he called the follower. He posed that they go forth, multiply and fill the world with their kind. And so they did. The leader took off first, and the follower simply followed…


I was still a raw 11-year old when I first tasted the glory of a school election campaign. And I was also eleven when my misfortune came in the form of defeat. Yes, I considered myself popular then since I was the campus figure but defeat met me and shook my hand…and my world gradually. I was undignified, not because I lost, but because I lost in an unjust war. I fought fair but they fought dirty. In short, I lost the election and the drive that once floundered in my veins.


Or so I thought…


A year later I again found myself standing in front of high school freshies talking my way into having my name in their vote lists. The enthusiasm hadn’t left me after all; it just sat still in my heart and waited for another knock. But fate itself was tricky enough to feed me my second defeat. That was it, I thought. I was not meant to be a leader and I will never be one. I was only meant to realize this detrimental truth sooner or later.


A child’s heart wasn’t designed to carry a mature burden such as that. It was only structured to cry over an aching tooth or a balloon that flew into the outer space. My childish heart was childishly weeping for not a childish motive. So I dropped every tiny-weensy idea of having to run again for position and I just continued to focus on my academic work. I thought that the more I get busy, the more I get to forget the throbbing pain of having to be denied twice in a row. I locked my decisions into no longer laying even a single finger at leadership organizations and stuff like that. I subconsciously made the decision to simply be the follower.


What for? I am going to be defeated anyways.


So my sophomore year was utterly peaceful that I forgot my self-pity-inducing experience the year before, and the year before that. But that was only until the near-end of the school year. Before the year officially ended, the invisible string that I thought had detached from me was AGAIN pulling me toward the path to running for the Supreme Student Organization of our school. I grabbed the opportunity.

And that was the decision that changed my perception of life, my being. I realized that in everything and everyone, there will come a time, they’ll all grow tired. I grew tired of losing, failing and being defeated. Funny, defeat it self, gave up on me that time.


…The leader lead and the follower lagged behind. He stood and simply watched the leader do things, all for the first time since the earth was as fresh as their flesh. Leader ordered, follower followed. The leader lead, the follower followed well.


All of these happened in the past years of my colorful high school life. In fact, I am no longer an officer of the highest organization of our school. However, during my reign as the vice- president I was exposed to things I never would have encountered if I had chickened out at the last minute and failed myself more than anyone else. The experience was not only about having the position but actually learning to lead properly and by heart. I used to be the follower. But I grew tired of simply following when I knew all along I could lead, with the help of course of my experiences in when I was still a follower.


I had also defied my being having been tested many a time by failures and rejections of the thing that I really aspired for. Maybe, if I had never taken the risk once more, and let myself be bogged down by the chain of letdowns I have experienced, I never would have been me -the Charo that I am today.


The leader grew tired of leading, but the follower didn’t. He instead started to initiate and asked for the cooperation of the leader. The leader asked why, so the follower said…


“It is not that a good leader is a good follower, it’s just that he knows how to be a follower so he truly understands the essence of leading and becoming a great leader.”


And I found myself saying…”Yes, I had been the follower. And now is my time to lead.”








i made this sometime ago.,can't remember..just happened to stumble to it.,





XD

Well, i do have a pocketful of sunshine. And i guess that's one thing that kept me alive.haha!This week has been a rollercoaster-ride of frivolous emotions that i thought would end the last of me!haha. Well anyway, i still am alive and is very much able to write a post about it.

Hmm, to tongue these happenings, let me start!

Throughout these troubled days of my usually not-so troubled days, i realized i was weak and strong at the same time, after all. I unveiled my own superpowers lingering just within the very essence of my being.(wow so ako naman ang wonderwoman!haha) Indeed tough times call for tougher guts, and i got 'em covered baby!haha. What i'm trying to say is that during times when we thought we'll be lost and we'll be drowned in the emptiness, we realize the worth of people and things around us, we realize who we really are, what we are made of and what we are when things that we hold on to (leech-like kapit.,haha) suddenly (but with all justification in the whole milkyway) and almost as instanly vanish (or so i thought it had). You'll never really get to the point of appreciating a person or a possession to the max if in the first place, you never felt the feeling of lossing it. And it gives us extra batteries.

Yes, much a cliche as it is, it holds truth to the very core.
But hell do you not try to intentionally lose these priceless possessions you keep, nothing on earth is ever gonna be like it.

Hmmm. So, the week before last week I attended Physics period with swollen eyes. I was darn embarassed with my appearance but i couldn't bear missing the period so i went to school anyway. That morning as i got home, i got the most unexpected news about someone superhyperultramega close to me(a relative po) that i couldn't help by cry. I cried the whole lunchbreak and not even my mom could comfort me. I felt weak for the reason that there was nothing i could do for the person i care for so much, but sulk. I endured the negative thoughts for the whole aftrnoon and continued the depression just that night. (hehe.,mmk).

Just a few days after, i noticed things getting out of hand at school and inside of me, 'till confrontations happened. I was actually aware of the fact but kept a blind eye to it. I never thought that i was already out of my bounds(or maybe i kept on convincing myself that i was still within my limits.i don't know!) So the thing i feared the most happened. I was confronted with a daredevil situation challenging my sanity.

The most important people in my life are slowly drifting away, 1 i had to let go by herself so that she'll learn, the other, i had to shoo away for my sake and his and the last one i had to give space and enough time to regain what she has lost. Haaaaay, it was doomsday, i never thought i'd exist to this day!(haha, surprisingly i can humor these things now.)

I was dying, crumbling into pieces. I couldn't concentrate on the things i had to do. I broke the cup last time, i would always catch myself staring into oblivion and contained tears were flowing out like the raging reming.{i thought?} i lost myself too. If not yet, nearly.

But as i have said, i shall be waiting for every piece i lost, patiently and time unconsciously.

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haha. obviously, inaamag na ang blog ko.hahaha. i am begging you!magcommet ka naman!kahit iilang salita lang.,happy na ko.PUUUHLEAAASE!




hahaha.in short. i'm in a desperate mood. i will do whatever you want me to do magcommet ka lang.hahaha.WHATEVER.


anyway.haha.gusto ko lang magpost kahit super nonsense. just trying to stay sane. i mean, trying to hide my insanity.hahaha.

p.s.


mabuti nang inaamag, kesa amag.haha.

oKay...okay. So it's not that secret, and neither is it a garden. Haha. But the journey itself being a hidden adventure was so so cool! And it is my pleasure to narrate the story behind the awesome and breath-taking epic journey!weeeeee!*gasps*


We (physics quizzers) had our first review today for the up coming sci-math competition and as usual, after a day's effort to add physics-induced convolutions to our brains, we decided to take on an epic journey and undertake the greatest challenge in the history of mankind - having walkathons via Jamaica mansions!(psycho sounds!) I know Jamaica sounds sooo chic and classy and everything but i tell you, behind those tiled walls lies a not so secret garden discovered only by those keen enough to see beyond the world of the civilized!!And today, we were lucky enough to have been called to fulfill the destiny. BUWAHAHAHAHAHA!


Anyhow, this may sound like an ordinary thing for almost everyone, but for me, it's one heck of a funfilled journey!First of all, (and duh) i live right next to the school campus thus i RARELY get the chance to attend walkathons and stuff like this. Second of all, i have never been to the not-so-secret garden beyond Jamaica Mansions, which by the way is just stones throw away from our house, and lastly, we have a "saba" session after the walkathon so i'ts gonna be totally lame if i won't be able to come.Totally. Haha. And besides, seniors na kami, make the best of our time beybeh!

Soooo, after almost a full hour of teasing me to death, (and mind you, it was me against 9 of them.,grabe!) we proceeded to the walkathons. Present were: Charonimous, jam, ivz, janowtz, ana(josa), jodie, sal, noel, phrem, pongz. I was quite overwhelmed first with the thought of walking to centro, haha, and mind you, via jamaica mansions!wahaha! Behind it's sosy walls, was a green paradise. But i was darn scared when we first had to jump off a mini-cliff. hehe. That was level one of the adventure. The fact that i am afraid of heights(and i mean it!) hindered me a lot, but duh.,i wouldn't want to lose a fight that has just begun, so i gathered the courage all my heart could sum up and jumped off!Voila!Iiiiiii'm stiiill aliiiiive!!wahaha!

Then caressing the fields, crossing rivers, hiking in the slippery mud followed. Though we all went out of the garden and into the civilization with muddy skirts and brownie-ish shoes, we also came out with pure happiness etched in our cute faces.haha. Certainly no one would have expected a magical garden to be there,behind the continuous and abrupt changes in the society that seem to have blown away completely the true meaning of happiness.

Anyway, it's getting late and all of that adventure sucked all of my energy, but reloaded me with happiness. Weeeeee!



And oh, one more thing, this was also a secret adventure. So don't tell my mom!(she doesn't know!*wink*)


p.s.

Happiness is greener over there.

And so it seems that the English speaking capacity of Filipinos is now staggering at the verge of extinction. After years of dominating the world with our fiery tongues peppered with expertise, the level of English proficiency here in the Philippines came crashing to a meager, hardly swanking, level.
According to surveys conducted over the past years, the level of English literacy of Filipinos had its downfall almost two years ago. We are now being outranked by neighboring Asian countries desperately paving their way to a fast-paced development. Many cite insufficient facilities in school, as well as the apparent “Brain Drain” of highly competent teachers as some of the reasons why there is slow learning when it comes to getting into the premises of the English language.
To address this growing paranoia, the Department of Education spearheaded programs that can augment the current state of the country’s English proficiency. Since 2003, the DepEd has launched courses such as the National English Proficiency Program which aims to further develop the skills of teachers for the ultimate gain of students themselves.
In complement to this, Tabaco National High School is taking the first step towards betterment. Conducting mentoring programs to teachers majoring either in English or other subjects is one of the lights to this issue. Mr. Marcial Bellen, one of the mentees of the so-called mentoring program conducts English classes to teachers so that they will have the continuous process of learning even if they are already professionals in their field and thus, become more competent in the sense that they have sufficient skills in the medium they use in teaching.
In this way, students can learn the proper and correct manner of using the language inside the classroom and during daily conversations and not when they want to exclaim or utter foul English words just for the sake of speaking the language.
Moreover, the imposition of speaking English when at the Ziga building is a decent way to get students to practice their skills. However, since no strict punishment applies to being caught talking in the vernacular, students seem not to bother at all to follow the rule. This simply implies that the drive from the students themselves to harness the craft have gone astray instead of fueling them to learn more.
The very reason why there is a collapse of the strong pillars of the English proficiency is the student’s negligence coupled with lack of discipline. Surveys point to this fact because basically those who make up the economically active percentage of the country, those who make use of the English language more dominantly developed their skills when they were still, of course, students as well.
In the end, it all boils down to one’s own awareness and self-discipline. Attaining our former towering level of the English language skills needs collaborative work and not a single- effort. Do what you can do to contribute. Practice your English speaking prowess before your English speaking tongue becomes tongue-tied.

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I actually have been itching quite terribly to blab about the happenings at school and in my life (well duh this is why blogs have been invented in the first place). however i was also itching quite more not to.

First of all, time and stress have hindered my fingers from tongueing my ideas and "the horror" herself may already have been hell succesful in sucking the life and creativity out of me. Well, enough about "the horror" first. I already have alluted (alloted) enough time and space for her when my "wild-ranting-you-can-run-but-you-can't-hide" mood comes. Get ready you-(censored).*devilishly malicious laugh here please*


Today was one heck of a day for me and the EINTEIN!*Wide grin* This was supposed to be a stressful day of tests and lessons but fortunately tomorrow will be our National Career examination and since we have been very good little children we were priviledge to have the rest of the afternoon for free after we have finished cleaning!weeeee!

And talk about luck or simply luck, the group 5 was only assigned to clean the front yard!when we say front yard it's quite synonimous to not cleaning at all!wahahaha!All you got to do is bend a maximum of 30 degrees,pick up the dried leaves that have succumb to gravity (to say the least), and voila!Clean as heaven on earth!!haha. I know,i know.. we are soooooooooooo hardworking, nonetheless!*conceited look*

SO being as active as attention deficit hyper disorder patients (haha!) we, together with some group one members who were assigned to clean the back yard (see what i mean?) made up our minds on visiting the infamous TNHS Museum!(and yah, it's inside tnhs!how great can that be?!)

We were actually the first visitors to drop by. The moment I saw the transformed library my jaws dropped coz the 2nd floor of the library (den of the ahems) is now a very classy museum.(well i actually was reluctant and dubious at first of the atmosphere of the museum) It proved me all wrong. Bongga siya!haha!There were huge jars with skeletons inside, minerals, precious stones, cryptic records and displays of the old tnhs.

Having seen all of these made me appreciate more being in tabaco high and being a bicolana. Though mr. Banyal would always tell stories of how much other people would degrade Bicolanos, it slapped me in the face that no matter what you do, all the positivity and good things will still radiate. In your face other people who degrade bicolanos!!hehehe.,

Anyways, as usual, how can we have much fun and forget to document it with our cute faces?! Of course we took fun pictures and i would like to take this opportunity to call th attention of the photographers to please upload the photos okeikeikeikei!?


argh!enough na muna!mom is actually whining just behind me!


i'm so happy!after a hundred years i'm able to post something quite substantial!haha!


goodnight!



p.s.

I have no phone. And i'm actually dying....not!haha!i can deal with it..(hopefully!)

The easiest to do actually is to FAKE. I mean, technology has offered us a hundredfold ways of imitating, copying, lying, feigning and faking stuff. And sometimes we grow too fond of it that we depend on these preoccupations of the human brain. In short, we tend to fake. Or atleast I do.

Lately, i found myself ranting doing things i usually won't do, or do things i usually do in a differen intensity. So now i'm starting to think..








about turning evil.








i'm not saying i'm miss goody-goody, what i'm trying to say is that i used to not do things that i'm doing today.I can't clearly lay my grounds on this issue but i can feel it. I don't know. Nonetheless, i will still try to save humanity and trees at the same time, while trying to keep zits from over-populating on my forehead.





and maybe, just maybe..

masaya ako ngayon dahil sayo!:)