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I'd Experienced TESDA

The day have gone pressured all over me. It's like i'm prowling in the midst of two tugger, my instinct is against me, the examination is freaking neuralgia. I have to concede that the test questions is giving you an extremely hardtime to think about and analyze the answers, and it's tricky as well.

And by the time in actual exams or call it....Knowing and Testing your skills in hands on. I feel the aircondition in the room, It was like I'm absorbing all the coldness of the aircon. My arms are shaking a bit and my chest is breathing faster, coz the actual test I'm taking in, It's not a joke or something to laugh on when you get failed.

So I try to stay focus and be more like aggressive to finish it in no time, especially in disassembling and assembling of hardwares of the computer. After a minutes matter of time, I've done it, we all wait for the result of the exams.

And after a couple of hours that I and my fellow classmates been waiting for, the results of the exams has finally made. The thing that converts our friendships alot better. When the time that our prof. has to do a call one by one with a slip that will gonna give you, saying if you pass the exam or not.

Fate brought us unluckily, coz we're not all granted to pass the examination...But not in Me, to Jan, or to Mike...we all three passed the TESDA's crouching tiger freaking examination. . . and I humblely execute that "We Rock". And I owe it all to the ALMIGHTY.

And for now, still got no plans, It's just I'm loosing in, be in the band with my good fellow bandmates namely: Chuck, Laixander, Cedric, and to our session guitarist and my bstfriend Emel (Thank you guys for making me as a Punk music believer, you created something that's dearly to my ears to hear that can mortify my anxiety in life.!). . . and hopefully somewhere, somehow I could find a nice and better job.

aBsurdity.!

I'm totally wondered that time really flies by on me, I think It's just b'coz of being busy leaving out the house, hanging out with some friends, playing out with my band, and of course scHool.

So I don't have really that much time to post of some "What's Up!" to me for absolutely nine months. Besides, My blog was under construction for quite sometime.

But now the things is getting workin' out...and even I graduated 3 months ago, I'm still chained in these lame review that I'm undergoing. That is suppose to be finish last April, so I can live out and find some nice and interesting to do.

However, that is life that I'll never get rid off. Patience is flowing around my skin so I'll be hanging on and let fate crane on beyond my circumstances.

tHe "EMO" History...

...Emotional-punk music's history is highly debatable, both because bands that have been part of the "emo" movement shun the term and try to distance themselves and because there is no clear-cut beginning to or emergence of the movement itself.

Most emo-privy people mark the emergence of the genre as being in 1984, when the band Rites of Spring began playing in Washington, D.C. In a surprising deviation from standard punk music, the RoS lead singer produced heavily emotion-laden lyrics, dangerously exposing himself and his personal feelings in each song. There was no precedent for this sort of direct vulnerability, with the closest comparable exposure being country/western music, in which singers lamented about dying dogs and insufferable in-laws. However, emo made the pain even more personal, as the singers exposed not those around them but themselves through their heart-wrenching tales of woe.

...With the incorporation of Rites of Spring into the Washington, D.C. underground scene, emo became acceptable, and copycats followed. The next band to make a substantial impact through emo was Moss Icon, who combined Rites of Spring's lyrical heartbreak with traditional punk's energy, drawing new, excited audiences with its adopted intensity. As the music began to reach more and more people, the movement grew, and emotional-punk music began to spawn its own subculture in the early 1990s.

By the late '90s, the American teen's appetite for hardcore had somewhat subsided, replaced by a craving for semi-commercialized punk pop. The emo movement turned away from its hardcore roots and began to incorporate twinkling guitar or piano riffs, and melodies became more heavily emphasized as the music moved away from its "screamo" past. The music during the 1990s became more mainstream than ever, and by the millenium arguably "emo" bands were garnering regular rotation on MTV and radio stations nationwide.

...Since emo emerged from the underground and came into the national spotlight, it has become more and more indistinguishable from its punk-pop counterpart, which is what has become of the original punk movement that spawned the emotional-punk subgenre. Modern pop is currently shying away from the boy bands and dance divas of the late '90s and early millenium, instead steadily moving toward more of a punk sound and overall culture. As these two (sub)genres overlap and reintegrate, a new underground will emerge as "hardcore" followers shun the commercialization of their movement.

Source: http://iml.jou.ufl.edu/projects/Spring03/Seawell/history.htm

I felt like...

Im still hoping for a brand new day to come over me, coz am still stuck on this "suckfest." With this dainty shirt and semi-cool shorts and pants. I wanna see some progress to myself. I am deeeply executing this words so concern, coz I don't wanna stay dependent forever or 'till my last breath have gone. I am nude in many different ways concerning the things what I'm using, the money that doesn't belong to my sweat and blood.

But when the night falls, and its the hour of freedom to think and being alone with my conscience and the Creator. I always felt that and realized, that I can still hang on more, hold on stronger..coz I know what and whose arms that I am grabbing on, and that arms are the arms of never a promises are set to be broken.

I don't wanna be a nuissance, coz for last 5 years seein' myself all the way like this, I becoming pathetic with my own life. And still hoping for my tomorrow.

Call me overreacting, but this is how I felt every morning and before I taking myself jump off to bed at night.

This is the few of many things that I wanna post in this blog or call it my "I-net diary."

I wanna express every phrase and sentences or words that how this Creator gave me a new life and new hope for my better...that I really meant to say is...

No matter how hard the era of life now, when you know where to hold onto...and for me, that is or I call it as the "THE GREATEST SOURCE". And this is God, the God I knew 5 years ago.

You will never say "IM NOT ALONE!" , my Hope will never fade, coz I know I'm with the one who owns everything that my bare eyes can see and cannot.