A mid-sembreak's night dream

We watched SDS do a dry run of their play a while ago....grabe, idol sila, super effort. maganda kinalabasan talaga. napakaganda rin ng props at costumes. With a little improvement, the voice acting would be stellar.


And watching the play also gave me an opportunity to see my SDS friends, not to mention opportunities for stalkingseeing some other friends.


A lot of us former ZDN watched SDS. it was a mixture of nostalgia and pride for those guys. All hail ms nanette. You will forever rock our hearts. And we miss the times when you cuss at us!! :))


after that, a small reunion with ZDN. whoa...some of you guys look so different now...parang pang college talaga...hehe. I’m still hoping to improve in the height department...


SDS's play inspired me to try and write about this day in a very different way







The good old days are only worth remembering because of the wonderful people that made those old days so good...-the reason why I won't leave or ever forget.





While I thought myself too bothered to pay heed to the world, while feigning importance through idle nonsense and self gratification behind closed doors and secret rooms.....



It dawned to me, a startling reflection. For all the freedom one may have, such an empty one it is without others to be free with.



Some unseen power gave me a time most opportune. a chance to once again walk along those clandestine halls, to meet with great masters of old, and to spark anew that great flame of friendship dimmed by distance.



And so on that day I walked. I had a dream.



I walked along a forest I went to as a child. Those towering trees to whom I owe a childish fear, seemed to me as welcome guides to my memory. To whom I now owe deep gratitude, for all they have given me.



Creatures great and fantastic caught my eye, though no stranger they are to me, for to them I have given my heart.



Glimmering wings and voices of sheer gaiety met my way. As they danced to grandiose melodies, I bowed and knelt to these fairies of heart, to whom I owe my life and my love. I watched silently as they danced and sang to their heart's content, reliving in me those great memories of our time. We too partook in the merry dances the fairies do. with our song and step, our pride and joy was profound, there we once stood, in that mystical land of fairies, where now I am but an audience to its greatness, though no less proud.



I stood up. Crisp leaves of autumn were trampled underfoot, and before my eyes was the castle hall, as though it had waited for my return all this time. Amidst emerald curtains yielding to the wind's pace, and the majesty of that crimson carpet, there was the host of those magical fairies, smiling and beckoning to me, Ascending that fateful staircase, we were all among the presence of the fantastic. On that fateful moment, we were wed, to our memories, to our friends, to our happiness.





If I have hurt you in ways I may not have noticed, just think of it this way my friends—all of this is fairly a dream. In dreams, we see visions far from anything possible—which makes it all the more special and important. We only really see how to be happy in dreams...then I implore you my friends, to live your dreams.