tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53224592024-03-07T04:03:29.125-05:00Secede in te ipsumSid S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17732654030688212169noreply@blogger.comBlogger104125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322459.post-44022800065489699982012-07-25T15:35:00.004-04:002012-07-25T15:35:32.479-04:00In case you're curiousHi everyone,
Just in case you're curious as to why this blog hasn't been updated, it's because I have another one over yonder. Check out sojournofsid.blogspot.ca for more postings. Thanks.
SidSid S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17732654030688212169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322459.post-70570491360745241372011-09-07T14:19:00.000-04:002011-09-07T14:21:15.753-04:00Sunset**This post is part of Indie Ink’s Weekly Writing Challenge. Joelyn was my Challenger this week. Her topic to me was "Describe a beautiful sunset.” I in turn challenged Bewildered Bug **
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It was beautiful.
The muscles aching, straining to tap into some Sid S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17732654030688212169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322459.post-42323464835513098022011-08-30T12:25:00.000-04:002011-08-30T12:25:52.838-04:00Reaching the topIt started out as a random line thrown in a conversation. My friend told me that he liked climbing a mountain an hour away from his house. "Maybe we should do that one time... climb a mountain," I said. Burst of laughter from me ensues. I'm not a really outdoorsy type of person. I'm a city boy. I like my concrete jungle. But, something within me has been changing these past few years. More and Sid S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17732654030688212169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322459.post-28252601738330000482011-08-27T13:01:00.002-04:002011-08-27T13:01:53.914-04:00The silence was deafening
*This post was inspired by Sherree Worrell's writing challenge. The topic is "The silence was deafening.” I decided to take up the challenge as well.*
The sun rose in the east. Day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year, decades after decades, millennium after millennium, it did what it naturally did. And yet, somehow, this time, it was different. The sun rose not only Sid S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17732654030688212169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322459.post-5410066054769369722011-07-10T20:48:00.000-04:002011-07-10T20:48:30.142-04:00Poetry from the pastIt seems like it was only yesterday when I wrote this poem. And no, we no longer are together. Probably for the best.
you
Thirsty.
Thirsty for your love.
Thirsty for your touch.
Thirsty for your soul.
Thirsty to hear the words from you that you feel the same way I do.
Empty.
Empty from frustration.
Empty from confusion.
Empty from dissatisfaction.
Empty to feel anything anymore Sid S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17732654030688212169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322459.post-40712573910348523982011-07-05T11:50:00.000-04:002011-07-05T11:50:03.275-04:00On #usguys: a theological reflectionRecently, I joined a group called #usguys on Twitter. I must admit I just thought it was a random hashtag when I first saw it. Stephen Caggiano (@StephenCaggiano) showed up on my list of followers and so I followed him back. While I was looking at his Twitter profile, it said things like #God, #family, and other positive things. So far, so good. At the end of his profile, it said #usguys. CuriousSid S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17732654030688212169noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322459.post-22649889188735317422011-05-20T16:35:00.005-04:002011-05-20T16:38:42.915-04:00On GraduatingI stood up and took my place in the line. Names being called, graduands walking up the stage, smiling, shaking hands, getting a piece of paper, walking off, and going back to their seat. One by one, the people in front of me disappeared. Until finally, I was next. They called my name and it seems time stood still. This is it. Everything I've worked for. All the sleepless nights, hours of writing,Sid S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17732654030688212169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322459.post-56424162164027950232011-04-12T19:10:00.001-04:002011-04-12T19:10:03.467-04:00Life Insurance: yay or nay?The following is an excerpt from one of my projects for Biblical Interpretation and Application. For this class, we had to do a Scripture twisting journal. I know that I have had previous conversations in the past with fellow Christians who wonder about taking life insurance. This is my response to that question.
Scripture Twisting: Matt. 6:19-20
 Sid S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17732654030688212169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322459.post-60238555130475942302011-04-02T17:06:00.005-04:002011-04-02T17:16:53.281-04:00flashbackSo as I was thinking about how Wally Cirafesi is so young, I decided to think about the thoughts I was thinking when I was his age. And so I found this blog post...
Frustration
Sometimes I just don't want to read blogs of other people or just knowing what's going on in other people's lives. It just leads me to the wrong path of envy and jealousy. "Wow, they're really making something out of Sid S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17732654030688212169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322459.post-89340535007877549602011-02-24T10:30:00.002-05:002011-02-24T10:32:46.988-05:00Feb. 14 poemThoughts on Feb. 14Why?The question that follows me.It is my shadowEver with me.Why this?And not that?It is my deadly foe.Who always vanquishes me.Oh, how it turns in my mind and my soul.Rendering me incompetent and disabled.It is a quest for meaningTo make sense out of nothingBut to no availSid S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17732654030688212169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322459.post-46991082297216050472011-02-11T21:09:00.005-05:002011-02-11T23:20:43.794-05:00The question of enthrallmentI was talking to a friend yesterday about some of the problems we face when we communicate with our parents. A lot of the people I know (especially the Asians, or immigrants in general) have trouble talking to our parents. Why? I think it's the generational gap in thinking that serves as a barrier. Our parents usually ask questions like "What kind of job can you get with your degree?" or "How Sid S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17732654030688212169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322459.post-41689721441212338792011-02-02T12:08:00.002-05:002011-02-02T12:52:09.075-05:00A response to all the "there are no Christian men" blogs/postsIntroductionWhile the bemoaning of the fate of Christian men (where are they?) by men and women have gone on for a very long time, I have a sense through the recent proliferation of blogs/posts by those within my social circle, that it somehow has reached some sort of tipping point. Many more people are talking about this not-so-old complaint. And so, I just wanted to add another voice, albeit Sid S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17732654030688212169noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322459.post-8070369355440388872011-01-11T01:12:00.003-05:002011-01-11T01:18:16.455-05:00a tribute to bill zellerto a man i never knew,your words resonated deep within me. your words haunt me. wherever you are, this one's for you.the dark passengerscream, cry, numbevery fiber strainingto hold it all together.but i can't.not anymore.no one knowsnot until the endwill they realize.by then... too late. emptiness swallowing me wholeuntil i am lost, never to be found. truth hurts. Sid S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17732654030688212169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322459.post-31540990566257517152011-01-10T00:33:00.006-05:002011-01-10T00:49:41.861-05:00plus ca change....A poem to herald in the New Yearsecrets of the souldrifting into familiar patternsseemingly never changingbursting with emotions uncontrollable, overwhelminghappy, peaceful, joie-de-vivre i wish that were truelonely, painful, alone my ever-so-close companionstragic, violent imagery haunts me to Sid S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17732654030688212169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322459.post-3115843771305484892010-11-10T20:27:00.002-05:002010-11-10T21:35:39.236-05:00WondermentSometimes I wonder... I wonder what my life would look like if I put God as my ultimate priority. While I really really want to do that, there's a huge part of me that's so scared about the outcome. Do I truly value God above my studies, above potential good jobs, above future income, above unfulfilling relationships that delude me into thinking that it is the epitome of everything that is good Sid S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17732654030688212169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322459.post-25213049892206904632010-09-16T19:08:00.003-04:002010-09-16T19:12:22.829-04:00back to school...well, this is my first full week of school. it has definitely been a difficult one. tres stressful and i'm not just talking about school. life circumstances could definitely be easier... but that's all just part of life i guess. i'm learning a lot though in my courses so i'm happy about that. i'll write more in the next couple of days. now off to read an article... the first of many. hahaha.and Sid S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17732654030688212169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322459.post-15037600463891847952010-08-07T22:49:00.001-04:002010-08-07T22:51:01.123-04:00PoemHere's a poem I wrote on the bus the other day. Eyes opening, Taking in the sights all around me Staring at a ceiling, a blank, white ceiling.Ears opening, Listening to the sounds of the street The humming of cars, a familiar beat Faintly heard, almost imagined.Mind thinking, Wondering why I ever saw this world alive,Hoping that the miseries of life would come to a halt, Though some may say the Sid S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17732654030688212169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322459.post-76068904076153359992010-07-19T11:50:00.002-04:002010-07-19T12:00:13.801-04:00Forever...This whole forever business has gotten me thinking. I was doing my devos today and came upon this verse"I will praise thee for ever, because thou hast done it: and I will wait on thy name; for it is good before thy saints. " - Psa. 52:9Praising God forever... while that is a beautiful thought and definitely something I would like to achieve... that word "forever" attached right after "praise" is Sid S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17732654030688212169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322459.post-57580828251692454892010-03-23T21:00:00.004-04:002010-03-23T21:23:05.920-04:00BetwixtI was talking to a friend the other day, catching up with each other's life. She was asking me how I was doing and told her what was percolating in my heart. "I'm not doing good" is probably the PG version of what I told her. She asked me if I was being a part of a community. I had to honestly say no. I didn't belong to a community. I didn't feel like I was a part of a community. Yes, I have Sid S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17732654030688212169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322459.post-35285880614704370232010-02-09T17:23:00.002-05:002010-02-09T17:54:25.781-05:00First post of 20102010 has brought about many revelations of how there are still so many things in my life that need to change. Realizing this has brought about a certain degree of trepidation and some sense of excitement about what the future holds for me. One year older, one year somewhat wiser. Wiser, in the sense that I have realized more deeply and thoroughly how I don't know anything! In many ways, I was Sid S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17732654030688212169noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322459.post-65126479081631566782009-10-21T00:00:00.002-04:002009-10-21T00:26:37.700-04:00The Shape of lifeI was contemplating writing "The Circle of life" but as I was thinking about it, I decided against it. Sometimes, it doesn't feel so infinite. It feels so finite. It feels like a line sometimes, when I've reached the destination and I'm left wondering, what's next? It seems like a square sometimes, going from corner to corner, getting lost in the process. Sometimes it's like a triangle, as I go Sid S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17732654030688212169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322459.post-81275317157461405262009-10-10T19:38:00.003-04:002009-10-10T20:09:02.240-04:00Song of Sid IVSong of Sid IVMind spinning, whirling, twistingRemembering what should remain forgottenSeizing what should remain hiddenContemplating what should remain latentSoul descending, spiralling, groaningFalling under a burden of careStumbling over sins I bearTripping over and under everything, I swearThe walls are closing inI can barely breatheMy world is caving inI can barely screamI cry out in the Sid S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17732654030688212169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322459.post-43654848431820580742009-10-07T22:53:00.007-04:002009-10-07T22:59:05.233-04:00RetreatThis is a re-posting of a poem I wrote (3.31.2008). It just reminds me of how much I need to set aside time to be able to think and meditate and contemplate and reflect on God! It's a good reminder to me of what happens when I spend time with Him... He speaks! Lessons by the seaIn the distance, I hear the ocean's roarIts peaceful waves lapping the shoreIt caught my ear, it caught my eyeSuch a Sid S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17732654030688212169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322459.post-29766970929882934232009-08-19T16:12:00.002-04:002009-08-19T16:40:06.691-04:00Misty WatersOn Monday, my Canadian STINT team went to Niagara Falls for a day trip. While I was there, I finally went to Maid of the Mist, a boat ride that takes you up close to the falls. I was all alone because they didn't want to go. So off I went. As I was nearing the falls, the mist created by the crashing of the falls intensified. And suddenly, it was almost like rain. And there I was, face to face, Sid S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17732654030688212169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322459.post-58044170917342428612009-07-28T15:03:00.004-04:002014-02-20T00:43:30.189-05:00a poem i never gave to a girl...In the darkness of night,I feel a warm ray of lightConfused, perplexed, amazed was IThe sun has setThe moon is nighAnd yet such warmth I felt could not be denied.Like Prometheus who stole fire from the gods,You have stolen the sun from the skyLike Prometheus who gave fire to mortal men,So thou hast shared its radiant beams to those on earth who dwellI have heard tis folly to go near the sunToo Sid S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17732654030688212169noreply@blogger.com0