Good times in March.

ehem! I never knew I could get back in blog writing as well updated as this. This is the last blog for the month of march.

anyway, I named the title as such due to the month and a fascinating event for today. Earlier, I was in school with my other teachers. One of them bumped into my blog and asked about the "Impractical Flashlight" post. So, I guess he had a glimpsed on my other blog "Injustice" which described the whole RTSO event. I was in school for like 8 hours and I enjoyed time with them, my frustration from that RTSO event died some days ago; which I conclude that I'm fine today.

Today went to something worth remembering. I felt something comforting from 2 of my teachers, Sir Aries Paul Zeta & Sir Aven Majellano. I guess they still have in their minds that I'm still dissapointed to my lost, so somehow at times when we were left alone in an area; they would tell me "eveything is alright".

To be honest, I was afraid on what I have sent to the program chair. I was ashamed because I was too impatient in talking about the matters with him, I never realized they were very busy until he told me so.

I really had fun earlier, even when the fire drill came. I was with my Sir Aries, Sir Aven, James Uy and Kuya Istoy. Yeah! we enjoyed eating burgers and a drink of a coke. We were talking about anything under the sun, about children, parties, computer things, getting thin, music and even played some games. hahah! I never knew teachers could bring up an ease like this to me.

Sir Aries told me that "You could still do something for the department, don't lose hope. Still show them what you have. Students today are so passive in this school, it's good that your active." I was happy in hearing it, because I felt he never wanted me to be so down on myself and he believed on what I can do.

Later in the afternoon, Sir Aven went back and offered me a ride home because he was planning to go to the mall near our house. During the trip from school to home, he knew what I was in to. He told me that "Don't let your downfall put you more down" He gave Thomas Edison as an example, who created light bulbs. Thomas Edison estimatedly tried 1,000 times in order for his light bulb to work. We laughed as I told him that I lost from my 1st year in college until now in getting an RTSO position 3 times. He told me that life is also like a game, you have fun at the same time meet events like "GAME OVER", but you can perfectly stand up again and learn on what you have done wrong. Yes, he is right. Mistakes will make your success. I don't know what is in store for me in the future, but I know and hope I have a place for my purpose.

One thing I learned from these inspiring teachers is we should continue to do what we want, somehow in life we face the good and the bad. Everything is part of life and we should learn that it's just really how the world turns and to accept what we face.

I'm very thankful that I have met them, they are really what we call "TEACHERS". They will really teach you LESSONS BEYOND LESSONS.

Impractical Flashlight

What an odd title. It's because my dad just arrived minutes ago from the farm. Yes, we have a farm and it's not the typical farmville you could imagine. Anyway, It's late right now and I'm going to blog about my dad. haha! not much of the usual cases.

I had the title above, also because my dad have some odd habits with a flashlight.

1.) He points the light at you when your asleep in the dark, to check if you're there.that's really disturbing! because I can't go back to sleep after.

2.) When the lights inside the house are still on by night, wherever he goes; he brings his flashlight and points the light to his destination. What a waste of energy...

3.) It's in the top 5 list he needs in his travel bag. This means he prioritizes a flashlight same as an underwear.

4.) He boasts his flashlights!, like this one time... it had 8 bulbs in it. I really don't get the point, it's just a flashlight!

After writing all odd things my dad does with this flashlight, I manage to imagine him when he was a kid. Maybe he was so excited to have one during the time it was just newly invented or something... (he's not that old) or is my dad really childish? my mom has been complaining with that issue at most times, like when my dad has a messy plate after meals. he could still drop some crumbs on the floor at the age of 50.

My dad is no retard or something, I guess it's just his nature in life. He could not be as smart as Deanno's Dad, who would talk about many factual things and information. He could not be as money disciplined like King's Dad, who invests money wisely. He could not be as professional as Jonathan's Dad, whom you could see with high expectations and standards. One thing is for sure, he loves us all so much.

The title really fits my dad's persona very well. It's like when we were children and we get so fascinated by the flashlight's beam and once we follow it, it leads us to different places. It's related that my dad will really take you to different situations, somehow you would say It's pointless or the most things he would bring up has no sense at all, but who am I to judge the credibility of my father? I even don't know how to be a father.

Even though my father acts immaturely, It gives me a valuable lesson in life. It doesn't matter how impractical my dad may become or how many mistakes he creates, one thing he shows me is the effects and consequences of what failure does. So now, I conclude... he is one superb dad for me, because he unconsciously made mistakes for me to learn what is wrong and not to follow.

I'm thankful for his mistakes.

Clarion Spirit

I just got home right now and before typing here, I was in the jeep thinking about the day. It amazes me how influence changes the attitude of a certain team. Today was quite amazing how we found ourselves working in unity and with a purpose.

I'm talking about Floro, Fhrain & Wilbur. I can imagine working with them in passion in this upcoming year. It's like I never felt this before in Clarion, why do I feel so creative lately and hell yeah!! make some good plans for the organization. Right now, as if I'm looking forward so much by the next day to go to the office; it feels like an amusement park when I was small.

talking about influence, It seems the 3 of them made the right mix or pattern that would turn me into this motivated feeling.

Starting from Wilbur, I would always remember the time, when we were at Loleng's. We were freshmen students and we were teasing to ourselves that we could land some EIC position or Managing Ed. Maybe, at that moment... we really wanted what we were teasing. Jokes became goals. He seemed to influence me to create a tower of fulfilling goals.

Then would be Fhrain. She always had strong eyes, which is the first thing I could think of her. Then I tried to get close to her, I remember before she had comments to me being "Feeling-Close" to her. Well, I had to establish the communication and break the wall. hahaha! She's always a good listener where she takes time to know your idea. She might had triggered me to express what my ideas are and to create words into actions.

Lastly, Floro. He was a stranger to me. He seemed so quiet, but I know deep inside of him; I could sense that this person has a quality of standards and principles. It was the early months of my sophomore year in college when I first saw him. Every time I enter the office, he was there very quiet and busy. I wanted to crack his shell on events that I wanted to know him more, but somehow I guess it annoyed him. So, I kept quiet too! hahha! Time went by as his personality slowly shows up like a map. Events from a leadership seminar, an essay contest and some late nights in the office where he would share his poems and articles to me. All I can say from the different encounters, his character is full of might and triumph. Learning what he had achieved in life somehow inspired me to make something more grand for myself, in the way we need to risk so much and capture the satisfaction that we want in life.

I'm glad I met these kind of people, a set of winners, a set of well forged claymores ready to engage outstandingly in combat.

I love them. :)

A Letter to Kristi

My Darling Kristi,

It’s been 6 years now since we have met; feels so long ago. I remember the first time we met between Xavier and Ignatius after Mai introduced you to me and sparks flew off like in that of those cheesy romantic movies. You will always be my freshman year sweetheart; that’s when our romance really began. Remember? You sounded so awkward and you always had a low tone that only you and I could understand. Everybody seemed to laugh and make fun of your indifference. We just ignored all the discouragement people threw at us. We were two of a kind. After all the hardships of being ridiculed, we finally found our chance and played music together in front of the unsuspecting crowd and strangers who cheered for us. You were my muse, and I was your music. I really miss the good times with you. I miss it when we would gobble boxes of krispy kremes and packs of pillows. You were always there; you were with me when I go home walking in the rain. You were there when the house fell quiet. You were there even at my darkest hours. I am so blessed and thankful that you came to my life. You were there when my whole world fell down. I looked deep into your sweet Japanese eyes. I found my self gently caressing your slender neck and my other hand go over the curve of your waist. My hand couldn’t be more butter over your smooth skin. We couldn’t have been more electrified. So much for those memories. I could not imagine my life now without you and you have taught me so well. I know we have to leave each other after all the sweet battles and the music we went through. I know you had rusted or maybe felt dusty at Kiko’s these days. With Kiko…I left you there, without knowing if I would ever see you again. It’s been so long that I haven’t kept in touch with you or given you a talk or a simple hello. I am very sorry for leaving you behind when I have entered college and left you at high school. I have been so neglectful and leaving you like a “probinsyana” the way BAMBOO played it. After all this time being apart, I plan to be with you again and this will be different because I will never let you go. I hope you would still believe in me. I understand how you feel right now. You don’t have to worry about anything; I will take care of you more than I have treated you before. Let us start all over again, play with our hearts and minds, feel the beat of the war drums, make music and rock like we never did before! Kristi Yamaha, you will always be my sweet bass guitar.
Let us pump up the Animo once more…

Your Bassist,
Chito

Injustice

I guess this would be my last on discussing the INJUSTICE I felt as young as 18. My friend Floro N.Cubelo of the blog “Emancipated Emotions” witnessed the event and gave his own writing which is “A Clarionet Cries”.<--CLICK FOR THE LINK Let me begin my story and put this in the simplest of words, it was an election period of our department. I, Jose “Chito” Angkang had been so active in college for 2 years that I serve almost all of my colleagues without having any official position; just plain influence. I ran as the department president. My campaign was at its best because I had been 2 weeks ahead of my opponent. During the campaign period, I was so sure of winning because of the numerous students that praised my platforms and ideas compared to the opposing party that did not have any idea on what they were doing, they don’t even have the complete requirements and the number of students to qualify for a party because they were just merely forced by teachers to run. The election came in the evening of Monday and bad news went to the halls of the department. Unfortunately, I lost. It was difficult for me to accept because my plans had been so ready to be made into actions. As I examined the tally of votes, questions filled my head as the numbers weren’t accurate in total with the exact population of students like 20 students were missing, then I ask myself “was I cheated? “. Even the 3rd year class, only 17 people voted for me; I was really informed that 42 students were to vote for me at their year level. The next day came and my party mates agreed with me to complain on the mystery of the odd counts announced. The moderator told me that I should only be the one to enter the office, was that their way of isolating me in order to block the defence from my comrades? As I went inside the office, my body froze to the point that I needed some seconds to think in order to construct a sentence what to be properly asked. I was facing both the program chair and the moderator; hell was ready to burn me at those moments. As I got my body relaxed, I began to speak. I requested for a recount and the moderator said that he had already THROWN THE BALLOTS. Was this a set up?! Rage was in my mind, because the only proof is now gone. They were telling me of things that everything will be just fine, everything just happen because my opponent is a “Dean’s Lister”, then so what?! Being intelligent is nothing without leadership for a president. Then I asked who counted the ballots, as everybody knew only that there was only 1 person who counted them. My moderator replied “your best friend counted with me”. I did not believe what he had just said, it sounds so impossible that my best friend was so silent about it. I was so pissed that day that I felt paranoid in the point I realized 2 things, was everybody so plastic with me telling me that they are going to vote for me or simply I just cannot trust my teachers anymore. WHO THE HELL SHOULD I BELIEVE ON NOW?!! I left and finished the talk as soon as possible due to my motivation of serving has dried up into nothingness. I went straight to the Clarion office and found our upcoming EIC which was Floro. 2 hours later, I was so puzzled what to do anymore; it seems I cannot calm myself down. I seek advice from the student personnel head. His name is Mr. Rommel Tambis, he was always commented as strict and a person who may seem not to laugh. That day, I saw an intelligent father. I told him everything that happened and he agreed with me that there is really something wrong. He suggested that I should make a brief concise letter to formally tell the administration my complaint. I made a letter and I requested Sir Tambis to evaluate my letter if it was good enough, I was so touched that he gave me 3 hours on creating that letter at the same time talking to me. He asked me if I was ready to give out the letter, because it would really ignite the department and may somehow lead to a bad aura for me as the years to come. He told me at that point “SOMETHING IN THIS WORLD ARE JUST NOT FAIR, GOD HAS SOME OTHER PLANS FOR YOU”. I kept those words in my head and simply peace had been seen in my face. After realizing what he said, I still risked to send the letter. Hell yeah! I guess it makes my life better risking a lot before I die and to shake the department. Anyway, to end this, the words

“SOMETHING IN THIS WORLD ARE JUST NOT FAIR, GOD HAS SOME OTHER PLANS FOR YOU”
- Sir Romel Tambis

So even I was cheated and fooled by the whole department, I am glad that I did not win the position, so I could fully dedicate myself to Clarion, Clarion is school publication, the group of extreme writing people or college family that has been so true and honest to me.
That’s all I have to say. I’m glad what God gives me.

Refreshed start

A FRESH START - Jan 15, 2010
Today, it just hatched up an idea to me to make blogs. I have written a lot since the age of 14 and I only put them to a journal in the web at some sites like Friendster.com and Multiply.com. I’m now the school publication’s Assistant managing editor, a frontman guitarist of my very own band and a Philippine awarded artist since 2008. my school sent me to a seminar for blogging and how i wish i had really done this before, to create and settle on a blog site. I may not retrieve the other articles that i have done, they might be misplaced somewhere in other computers and USB, but one thing i could say is that life still goes on and when something is in the past, let it stay there and build for what is next.

This is an adventure where I’m going to start also, hoping to meet new people and going to learn a lot. For aspiring young people who have the heart to write and join the blogging world, start now and let’s make life more wonderful.

*this was posted from wordpress.com as my intro to a blog, i just did not continue there.