Just keep swimming!c:

Posted by charonimous


I always have had that undying passion for optimism, and a little fishy that goes by the name of Dory.
I really can't tell why i want happiness to surround me, if not, i produce the happiness to surround the people i love. I want to see smiles always instead of tears, unless they are tears of joy. Well anyway, i met Dory in the most usual and ordinary way possible. have i mentioned we met as a matter of factly? Yeah, i mean in the most common way possible. Haha. That was just for emphasis.
At first, she was just nothing to me but a funny, biscuit-head(i'm sooo mean!) character that adds color to the story of finding nemo. But i was shamefully wrong!ENK!
As i continued to watch the film, her personality captured my heart and sympathy. She never failed to make me burst into laughters with her light-heartedness, and make my eyed cloud with tears as she unknowingly make people realize morals of the story at the same time. She has short-term memory loss( apparently incurable even with sustagen premium), she's kinda dull too, and obvioulsly she isnt a smarty pants, but inspite of that i can consider her as a perfect friend.
In the frivolous world we live in, we certainly need all the possitivity and the good vibes to come along. But obviously, we ourselves channel the wrong waves thus making us feel more depressed and chaotic. If i were with dory all day, i probably could have done everything i needeth done. We probably would have kept swimming all day, flushing out all the negativity!
Wee!
I love dory!!
p.s.
Its half empty?I consider it half full!
-Dory-
p.s.s.
see the essence?
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Reader can't Read?!

Posted by charonimous
Pityful.
I cried to myself as all the hopes of me even touching a novel or any type of printed material of irrelevance to my prior activities and soon to come contests,went down the drain.WOOOSH!The swirling vortex of doom sucked all the chances of having even a single glance on a single page or even a single chapter of a single book.
Just last week, Chis and Chichi offered me their books, "I Hate My Mother!" and "Number the Stars" respectively, knowing i would revel in spending hours and hours lost in the barriers of fantasy and fiction and the make-believe. They were wrong. Utterly. But not with the part when they thought i would revel the indulgence in books and my imaginary companions, (they were irrevocably correct!)but with the point that I COULD, with every possible means of escaping my mother's x-ray vision and ultrasensitive senses, sneak a few novels to read and suffice my thirst.*vampire fangs please*
In short - I COULDN'T. I shouldn't. I wouldn't dare.
I simply detest the fact that i'm getting too tangled in things that i may like but hug me back with stress and more stress. Argh. Whoever created stress, please die no!now!NOW!(haha. Its funny how i could end up cursing myself.)
So there i sat, simply thinking of what the novels are thinking now that they too are sitting still, waiting for the faintest hope of their pages being turned and sentences being given life by a certain reader, who apparently has lost all the sense in the world. ( it's driving me nutS!NUTS I TELL YAAAH! NUUUUUUUTS!!
sigh.( NUTS I TELL YAH!NUUUUUUUTS!) sigh more.(NUTS!NUUUTS!)
I couldn't. I shouldn't. I wouldn't dare. - OR SO I THOUGHT.
Then Ellen Rose came. And she brought with her her promise.TWILIGHT! I wasn't able to resist the overpowering urge to read the pages and inhale the scent of ink and paper. Aaaah. It was nice to be reunited with my love once more. But the problem couldn't simply end there. I had the greatest challenge of reading it at home. It's not that my mother would not allow me, you see, she has this supernatural ability to make you realize you have other things of higher importance upon your life that you wouldn't think twice of putting down whatever it is you are doing. Crap.
As i got home, i started to read Robert's rules of order (for parl, go team!haha!). Then i scanned my physics books, underlined important ideas, thought of boggling thoughts, until time grew tired of waiting and left. My mom too was getting tires so she proceeded to the room and slept.
So i immediately put on my reading mask and read TWILIGHT! Right there and there, i fell in love, and fell into a trance. After what i thought was half an hour, it shocked me to see that it was already 2:30 am!grabeh!I had been reading since 10pm!haha!No wonder i was nearly done the chapters!Haha!Anyways, A silent glee formed inside of me knowing that that i have suceeded, though not yet fully. Unfortunately, i needed to have some rest, unless i wanted world war three to break. haha!
In short, it took me 2 nights to finish that hell-addicting book. ( I love you Edward Cullen.HAha.)Yey me!haha!
And as of now, i'm still controlling the vampire in me, resisiting the thirst for reading. A reader that can't read?
SUCH A WASTE.
p.s.
Do whatever you like. Who ever said this is probably nuts. NUUTS I TELL YAAAH!
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EYTCH

Posted by charonimous
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A candy to a child
A wave that's but mild
A friend i call mine
A kiss of goodbye and a lullaby
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Help by not Helping

Posted by charonimous
Riiiiight..
i'm feeling blue.
i planned to post something of essence, of logical significance sa mundong ito. but i can't.
i'm feeling blue.
bluer than blue.
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Begging.

Posted by charonimous
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.
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Close Enough for you to taste..

Posted by charonimous
..but you just can't touch!


This is how Jordinf sparks would put it. And apparently, i can relate terribly.


weha!


The tabaco city division schools press conference was held just this thursday at Tabaco South Central Elementary school. obviously, it was the contest that i feared to death since the summer vacation. Talk about pressure that kills- it kills. And it doesnt discriminate, to say the least. I have been joining this contest since grade five and for heaven's sake i've never ever, in the history of humankind, tasted the Nationals. Pity. hehe. But i actually am not feeling bad. It's just that now, more than ever, i have the overflowing urge to reaching the nationals for a few reasons. First of all, i am the EIC of our school paper so the pressure is greatest on my shoulders, second of all, it is my last year in high school and mind you, there are no press conferences during college.


I want to prove something. Something of significance to my being. But the farthest i have reached so far is the regionals, close enough for me to taste the nationals, but i just can't seem to be able to reach far enough and grab the key to success!waah!


well anyhow, i still have the chance this year, i told to myself before the contest started. If i won't make it, i'll be fine. it'll be fine. i hope.


The topic given to us by mr. ted Mejillano was about environmental consciousness and for crying out loud i couldn't think straight at first! Time was ticking and my mind was in a trance. Everyone was already writing and i couldnt squeeze a single word from my mind. So i took a deep breath, and prayed. After which, i did what was supposed to be done - i wrote.
well, during the contest i realized something that gave me a different drive. I never really wanted to win. What i wanted to do was write and have other people appreciate what i have done. If ever my piece gives me a prize more than what i expected, then a big thanks!hehe!but of course at that time i wanted to win because i want to visualize man life-long aspiration - NSPC.!haha!
(hehe.,inamin din!)
yes people, i am sooo itching to reach that level. haha.
pero as Jordin would again sing.
TAKE ONE STEP AT A TIME.
kaya...
RSPC muna people. Que serra, serra.
hehe. By the way, it was a good thing i placed 2nd during ths contest. Even if i wasn't able to defend my place from last year, it's definitely fine. That position was always bound to be snatched. Whenever. Hehe.
Soo i'm sooo happy that i will be able to take, step2, which is the rspc and hopefully reach the NSPC. But if God forbid, i rest my case!!
heheh.,
weee!
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:)
p.s.
CONGRATULATIONS!

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My Own Independence Declaration!

Posted by charonimous


I gave a cunning smile as I kissed my mom goodbye and tapped my brother’s back. A scent that rarely surrounds our abode lingered as the two packed their stuff. A silent glee formed in my heart for finally, independence spelled its way into my vocabulary.
In the entire 15 years of my living, never have I been left alone at home for days. So when my mom told me that she would be accompanying my brother at Manila for his first days as a college student, I felt a surge of excitement and anticipation. Ok, so I was also quite worried but it was like I was being officially labeled as a teen, which, I thought was totally awesome. So after making sure that I had everything I needed just within my reach, my mom, together with my brother left, giving the rest of the week of independence for me to indulge in.
I was actually envisioning a week of relaxation, fun, independence of course, and lesser stress. I was thinking that it is only me for myself, so there would be fewer worries. I can cook and eat whatever food I want, watch my favorite shows on TV non-stop, or surf the net unlimitedly. I can take a bath whenever a want, or I may not even take a bath! No one would know, for it is me for myself and only I would be the witness to my actions. A week of fun! Of independence sweeter than the first waving of the flag of the Philippines!
Or so I thought.
As the days passed, the experience was becoming...er...tormenting. It was kind of hard to admit at first because I was so excited to take on this challenge of independence and now, the only challenge I had to face was to force my mom to go home earlier than scheduled. I had never felt so helpless in my entire life. All the exact opposite of my visions happened. I was starting to have more stress because I had to do everything; I mean everything around the house. I had to clean, wash the dishes, sweep the floor, and while juggling around homework, review for quizzes and projects! It was a circus of mayhem!
God really is wise in making me realize these stuffs. There was more to independence than freedom. It spells freedom with its twin brother, responsibility. I was so thrilled to be labeled a teen that in the process I acted so childish looking at independence that way. I was too excited to grow up that I never realized that I was missing out on the greatest part of it, the journey itself.
And as I am writing this, my mom is again at Manila with my brother. And when she gets back, I’ll give her a cunning smile, a kiss in the cheek, a warm hug and again, a scent that have always surrounded our humble home will linger.
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THE SECRET GARDEN

Posted by charonimous
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.
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Our English Tongue: Tongue- Tied?

Posted by charonimous
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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