"You'll tide" season.

Posted by charonimous
Is it me, or is Santa really getting old?
I have never, in my entire life and even in the spring of my youth and innocence, believed in an old man wearing a thick (and creepy) beard. A huge old man in a huge red cloak with a huge buckle to hold firmly against his huge stomach the huge red cloak. A man they call santa?? NEVER.
Though, as a child, I have been waking up every 26th of December to find a coin bank just beside my pillow, I have never really played along with santa and his Christmas wishlist. And if ever he were true, he would probably be a pretty lame gift giver(hey, don't blame me for getting a santa coin bank every single year!!!).haha.
But seriously speaking, It boggles me how santa got into the picture of Christmas. I was actually looking for him in the nativity. I looked behind Mary, beside Joseph, under the cattles and everything but it was a petty. haha. Pretty stupid right?
I mean who even conceived this obese dude who reindeers can carry across the skies in the middle of the night, giving away free gifts amidst the global financial crisis? Who even told you reindeers can fly?pft.
I just hate it. I am not young anymore and i start to rationalize things too much. Dear santa, you actually have nothing to do about the quandaries i am in right now. You just look like my sweet punching bag. Its not your fault that i wasn't good this year.
*sorry*
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Falling down and getting back up again.(disclaimer:this is not emo!)

Posted by 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.





HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.


XD


But that was fun. And happy. Gracia helped me up. Jovie did too while laughing her panty out and as for me and bien, we both continued with the day on wet shorts.
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On Flip-flops and Wing-sy Plans.

Posted by charonimous


Everything was set for the day. The plan was laid out and stainless. If the fickle weather permits, we would go biking around the Tabaco City area and continue to the end of the universe or until we get satisfied with the pictures for our documentary-in-the-making. We ought to take the latter.

Well, as predicted by my excited mood, the skies cried and sulked and cried a little more and the supreme sun got beaten by the clouds. way to go mr. sunshine.hmp! So anyway we continued with plan B, the undying walk-a-thon!Of course the trek would be equally fun since i would be with my friends, however, cycling was a hell lot tiring and exciting.haha! It would've definitely tested the unscientifically-proven-yet-strongly-believed-belief-by-many that graduating students are death magnets(haha??).

Putting that aside and STROLLING as if the rain is non-existent, we brushed the sidewalks and roads of the moist Tabaco grounds with our flip-flop clad feet and shot everyone and everything and every waste unfortunate enough to pass by our very senses -through a camera, silly!

Our itchy slippers were able to fly us around and about the following exotic places:

Centro: (ooh how exotic!hhaha) Well this will inevitably be our first destination, putting in focus every waste in sight, we were able to get some pretty sensible shots.







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!






Tabaco City port: Though civilians are not allowed to enter the pier at regular days we were able to pass through the guards. It's what you call the proper use of wit and CHARMS.haha! There we inhaled the fresh scent of dying fish swimming around the polluted waters. (harsH?)haha!





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.

:)

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Not me!(my washing of the hands)

Posted by charonimous
I HAVE NOT BEEN WRITING FOR LONG. In fact, It may be considered quite a while since i've last tongued my randoms feelings and/or rants that swim around my bloggled mind and malfunctioning heart. True. I have failed to update this now stagnant site and my bank of not-so secret feelings.
However, i still wonder why through such abrupt circumstances, the will power, the urge, the push to write and express grew oblivious. Hold the thought! Cause as human as it sounds, it would give me much pleasure to take the blame off my very sleeves and throw it to someone/something else.

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.

Enough to deceive the psyche.
Ironically, I refuse to consider.
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