All you'll find on this blog are some of my own diary entries and photos taken at various points in my life, as well as life pictures, a summary of my life, and information about my perspective and the environment. I learned skills and participated in exchanges that helped me become a more balanced person. I do not spell or grammar check.
I've been out and disconnected online for a quite sometimes now.....which I hadn't posted anything nor unaware what's going on around the blogosphere world. As I open and checked my blog...a friendly message posted at my Message Box sent this Friendly Tag. These Friendly Tag has been sent around the blog net to those bloggers who wish to join and meet new bloggers...I would say I'm lucky enough to be tagged and chosen among the bloggers around the world. My gratitude is overflowing for JM. I really thank JM for tagging me in.
"No amount of text message can equal one treasured moment of conversation between friends whose voices have been muted with decades,long silence and separation-Jose F. Sarzosa,Jr."
Friends may come and go,but in the world of friendship you need to treasure and value them whether they remain to be True or Not.I believe in an adage,there's always a room for every friends as long as you don't close you door,exclusively.
When I began my college in the 90's,I was really expecting that another sets of friends would possibly be made which the entire years of staying in College wasn't the gauge of your friendship.
My College days in Cebu was among the years that I was enjoying the most.Of course,I have had built another circle of friends which I believed somehow would leave a lifetime trails.Looking back when life was so simple,unhurried,and unspoiled,happiness with the people whom I considered friends back in College (Cebu State College of Science & Technology)was unbridled,uncomplicated yet pure because of the willingness and trust that we had implanted each others,was so hard to bury in oblivion though it was covered with long 14 years of gap,separation, and distance yet it will always prevails into remembrance to see the significance of how important you are for them.
It was then that we were young,well-built of freshness,and admired by those who follow us.Our life then was gained speed but not too frenetic,it was when happiness wasn't dictated too much of technology because cell phone and internet wasn't born yet in our times,the reasons the ties that binds us wasn't prone to breakage.
When our times in College has to end and peaked too soon we need to separate our ways back to our respective provinces no matter how hard it was for us as we forcibly to choose our own destinations with priorities in life.
When days have becoming months,years and decades our pictures of remembrance back in College had slowly fading away till it was tossed and carried by a condition of forgetting our mementos.
Living in a small world that we have,crossing our path unintentionally wasn't the plan nor expectational to regard of holding back but reminiscing the good old days and fond memories we had back then.Thanks for the technology that continually updating us and connecting us,is the tool that we are using to link each other again.
Obstacles of finding them didn't deter me from seeking a way to make a contact with them,and true indeed we found each other.From the cold mountains of Alaska to the scorching desert of Sahara;from the towering building corporates of America to the mining fields of Africa;from the royal palaces of England to the fine hotels in Asia;from the land of the rising sun to the Island Down Under;from North to South,East to West.As what Mr.Jose Sarsoza says;"No amount of text message can equal one treasured moment of conversation between friends whose voices have been muted with decades,long silence and separation"....again we exchange text and views each other profile on friendster just to see how we changed physically for 14 long years of silence.Since we started exchanging text untimely,it marks a day to remember the seed of flashing back the friendship that was being planted as it is progressively growing.
Creating a good foundation of ties that binds us together won't loose into breakage though it was enveloped by long years of separation but the foundation is always there to hold us in point.
I thank God for helping me to bring back the yesteryears I have with these people whom I called friends back in Cebu CSCST-CFT batch '94.Herewith,are among the pics of my so called-friends which I have found in friendster.
This is Jasmin...a dear close pal in College.
Seth..a songbird in our times,who's now enjoying her newfound life in England.
Rachel Anne,enjoying her life as a successful mother.
Another pal Romeo Coronel, an aspiring Priest soon to be.
Unfading close pal way back then..Rosaleo..
A marine major who is now a Police...Andy.
One of the brightest students in my College days;Florencio Noynay
Hearing this song,brings me back in time always..the reason I chose it for remembering the happy bygone days I had in CSCST-CFT,Cebu.It's like trying to remember the kind of September.I love to dedicate this song to the following pictures above whom I have found online that considerably among the friends I had in College.For 14 years in existence,we finally emerged from the shadows of the past to chart a new beginning with a heart that seek to rediscover our lost friendship but solidifying it more.
Just to pass out the dull rainy morning...I thought of something that would keep me busy aside from listening to both secular and religious music in my MP3 phone.My eyes were roaming around the four corners of my room searching for the possible errand to do,so I decided to read book to enhance my reading and vocabulary instead. As I was chosing the best book to read,a simple booklet had caught my curiosity as if by trapping or snaring.The book entitled:"Praying with Power-Moving Mountains" written by Dr.Kenneth Mulzac,a very dynamic speaker and professor which I met personally a hundred times.. Nonetheless,I read the first part of the book till I got into the main course of the story which a lamp hardened in my throat while the author telling the intro part of a story of Thomas Dorsey known to be the father of Gospel Music and known for his composition "Precious Lord Take My Hand". Here is the short story of Thomas Dorsey that cried me a river just this morning: Thomas Dorsey once suffered a life-changing tragedy.He had left his wife in Chicago,expecting their first baby,while he played in a revival in St.Louis.In the middle of the concert a messenger brought him a telegram.Dorsey's wife had delivered a baby boy.But she had died.He was torn, a tumult of emotions rising like a tidal wave in his breast.On the one hand,he wrenched in agony and pain at the death of his beloved wife Nettie;on the other hand,he choked with tears of joy for his boy.Shocked and crazed with pain,Dorsey made his way back to Chicago where he learned that the baby had also died.Dorsey buried both of his wife and baby in the same casket.he slumped into depression.Then one day,a friend,a music lover,locked him in a classroom,empty except for a piano.Dorsey slowly fingered the keys,improvising.A song was born:
Precious Lord, take my hand, Lead me on, let me stand, I am tired, I am weak, I am worn; Through the storm, through the night, Lead me on to the light:
Refrain
Take my hand, precious Lord, Lead me home.
When my way grows drear, Precious Lord, linger near, When my life is almost gone, Hear my cry, hear my call, Hold my hand lest I fall:
Refrain
When the darkness appears And the night draws near, And the day is past and gone, At the river I stand, Guide my feet, hold my hand:
Dorsey's tragic story moved me to cry like a baby..profoundly pondering how pathetic I was in the midst of adversity while I was calling the precious name of Jesus.It may sounds so corny or funny for others but I felt something inside that warmth the chilling of my heart.
I heard this poem already but my interest hadn't dictated me to search nor read the piece.Until,I got the chance to read it on my students vocabulary book as it was printed.The poem, despite its last lines, where the narrator declares that in choosing a road, taking the "one less traveled by" "made all the difference," can be seen as a declaration of the importance of independence and personal freedom. According to Wikipedia, “Popular explanation of this poem is that it is a call for the reader to forge his or her own way in life and not follow the path that others have already taken.” "The Road Not Taken" is a poem by Robert Frost, published in 1916 in his collection Mountain Interval. It is the first poem in the volume, and the first poem Frost had printed in italics. Frost claims that he wrote this poem about his friend Edward Thomas, with whom he had walked many times in the woods near London. Frost has said that while walking they would come to different paths and after choosing one, Thomas would always fret wondering what they might have missed by not taking the other path. About the poem, Frost asserted, "You have to be careful of that one; it's a tricky poem - very tricky." And he is, of course, correct. The poem has been and continues to be used as an inspirational poem, one that to the undiscerning eye seems to be encouraging self-reliance, not following where others have led. But a close reading of the poem proves otherwise. It does not moralize about choice, it simply says that choice is inevitable but you never know what your choice will mean until you have lived it.
The Road Not Taken (Robert Frost)
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler,long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth,
Then took the other,as just as fair And having perhaps the better claim Because it was grassy and wanted wear Though as for that the passing there Hand worry them really about the same
And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black Oh,I kept the first for another day Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference
This poem is usually interpreted as an assertion of individualism, but critic Lawrence Thompson has argued that it is a slightly mocking satire on a perennially hesitant walking partner of Frost's who always wondered what would have happened if he had chosen their path differently. What evidence can you find in the poem to support each of these views?
his poem is tricky—very tricky. But only if we are not careful readers. If we read into poems claims that are not there. And in this poem, it is important to be careful with the time frame. When the speaker says he will be reporting sometime in the future how his road choice turned out, we have to realize that we cannot assign meaning to “sigh” and “difference,” because the speaker himself cannot know how his choice will affect his future, until after he has lived it.
I was out of the blog circulation for a while...I went home in Olongapo just to spend my summer week end. My week end vacation was supposedly spending roaming around SBMA and chilling the night life in Olongapo..but it wasn't as I was expected to.Instead,I kept watching my fave old movies in the 80's which were more on musical and a little drama.To name those its Fame,Flashdance, and Footloose.
I had watched the movies already but I love watching them repeatedly.It was by accident that I had bought the movies in original copy..I was on my way to the Victory liner to buy a ticket back to Cavite but the queue was really long that bored me to wait for an hour..so I decided to reschedule my trip on Monday morning. The first idea that had come to mind was to spend time idly in a Department store in Olongapo just to chill because of the heat.My feet had brought me to an area that sells DVD's and all the pirated movies..so I checked till I pop these movies that have been lost in the wasteland of forgotten.Not knowing,they are my fave actually. There’s something so vulnerable about these film that’s been lost in the hyped up special effects and Hollywood ‘megastars’ of todays blockbusters specially introducing to the young generations of today. These movies are awesome that made 80's one of the most exciting and diverse in cinema history..they are flawless.
