R A i N

        I like it best when it is raining. When the sky is dark, and with thick, dark clouds perched on it. It gives me that unexplainable thrill and adrenaline rush. I like rain period, but not the Ondoy type though. Just the right amount of rainfall from drenched clouds hovering above us. Enough to cool the air. Enough to hydrate Mother Earth. Enough to make seeds sprout. Enough to make me feel nostalgic and sentimental. 

        My liking for gloomy weather arises perhaps, from my pessimistic disposition in life. Sunny weather dampens my mood a bit, but not all the time to correct your misconception of me. I really do not know why. Maybe because I want everything subdued. Or maybe because I am an Aquarian. In case you do not know yet, my zodiac sign is symbolized by a water bearer. Coincidence or not, I love water! I love looking at a beautifully set up aquarium. I like ponds with waterfalls. The sight of a swimming pool is irresistible to me. The sound of raindrops falling on our rooftop is melody to my sense of hearing. And I love to shower albeit I do it only once in a day. Do I drink eight glasses of water a day? Next question please.

        Call me an unconventional creature of some sort. I am most active and most creative at night. During the day, I feel indolent and lethargic. Perhaps, I was a nocturnal being in my past life. Choosing night over day, and rain over sunshine, make an eccentric person that I am. I simply hate conventions. If only they could be thrown out of the window! One time when it was Valentine’s Day, I wore black (or was it midnight blue?) when the others were wearing spirited colors. During a sports activity, I wore a long-sleeved shirt when everybody was wearing a simple T-shirt. The interior of our house is white, while my room is splashed with earth-toned colors. And now the piece de resistance: during a faculty meeting, everybody was dressed appropriately except me. I wore shorts, quite decently though lest I lose my job!

        But I know very well that it will not rain everyday. That's why whenever it rains, I try to savor this moment to the hilt. When I was a child, me and my neighborhood friends used to play under the rain. How I miss those days when we were innocent and carefree. Not very conscious of ourselves and others. Unlike now, when we all live a fishbowl existence. But it has water still! So I am loving it. So the sun is up again. For things to dry up, and allow us to pick up the pieces in our lives.

        If only rain could wash away my sorrows and take away my pains, then I wouldn't mind if it will rain everyday. 

Most especially when your love's comin' down like.......rain.

Feelin' .......

        

        Of all the colors in the palette, blue is that which is commonly associated with sadness. A song even goes by the line bluer than blue, sadder than sad. I don’t think there is any scientific or logical explanation for this correlation. But nonetheless, one is inclined to say I am feeling blue whenever sadness sets in.

        Sadness is the reverse of happiness. In Western tradition, these two concepts oppose each other just like other word opposites, for their meanings are indisputably poles apart. But here in the East, they complement each other instead. Yin and Yang are two forces in the universe which represent negativity and positivity respectively. But despite their obvious disparity, they are compatible bed mates since they play complementary roles. Sadness falls under Yin, while happiness falls under Yang. They create a certain balance since we appreciate happiness more if we have experienced sorrow or grief. The more we feel blessed if we have experienced dispossession. The more we are grateful for our success if we have failed previously. In other words, the Yin and Yang denote each other. One cannot exist without the other.

        Life is an endless roller coaster ride. Life could be one bumpy journey. A smooth ride is not always exciting, right? Consider a salad, that has to be tossed in order to get some dressing. In the wheel of life, sometimes we are up, and sometimes we are down. It is a cycle that can be very dizzying, but such is the nature of life. In the final analysis, life is not always rosy as red. Life is not always painted with bright hues. Sometimes, we need dark hues in order for the bright ones to come out, and stand out.

        Sometimes, I have trepidation about being happy for I have an inkling as to what might follow next. What comes after sunrise? What comes after life? Sunset and death correspondingly. A flower will wilt eventually. A fruit will putrefy in due course. A river can run dry in the long run. Call me an unyielding pessimist if you want. Today you are happy. Then tomorrow, something might just upset you. I have experienced this a number of times, to such an extent that I have come to dread happiness. I would rather be upset, so that disappointments and trials will not ruin me anymore, as I am already in a disconcerted position to begin with. There is nothing else to mess up! I try not to be negative though, for I try my darn best to look at the brighter side of things. 

        But not too bright my dear, for I may not see it. 

One Dream, One Citi : WCC's Acquaintance Party

PNP Multi-Purpose Center, Camp Crame, Quezon City

         One Dream, One Citi, was the theme of WCC’s Acquaintance Party last August 10, 2011, held at the PNP Multi-Purpose Center at Camp Crame. The past AP was held at the school gymnasium, but since there are more than five hundred freshmen students this semester, the school administration decided to scout for a bigger venue that will accommodate all of them. It had to be bigger, since students from upper year levels were also invited to attend. I was impressed with the venue I must say – bright lights, decent stage, towering ceiling, spacious area, and spotless surroundings. What more can you ask for?

CAS Faculty in a rare dance number

         The event was a welcome and much needed respite for me, since during that week I was in the middle of thick preparations for my external audit which took place last August 12. Time to relax and unwind! I was able to set aside the stress and anxiety brought about by that audit, even for just a couple of hours. Savor the moment as the old adage says.

Ma'am Precie with two HRM freshies

 It was an evening of high-heels, dresses, gowns, coats, and ties. All the students were dressed to the nines, showcasing their flare for fashion. Can the faculty and officials be far behind? For my part, I attended the event in my usual everyday get-up, plus a blazer which I bought on sale the night before the occasion. I have been eyeing that blazer for several months, and had a good reason to buy it that time. Call that last minute effort. I guess gone are the days when I would pressure myself to look exceptional ha ha!

        It was an evening of simple pleasures. Catered food by Vieren, production numbers by students and faculty, a dance competition, camaraderie among faculty and school officials, bonding among students, the works. And of course, the students had a grand time hitting the dance floor. Everybody had fun! Except perhaps for one student who had an asthma attack and forgot to bring her spray with her. I did not know that too much excitement could trigger an asthma attack! But she was calm and collected all throughout her ordeal and became fine later. Good for her.

Archie "the Hitman" Zapanta, BSN Batch 2010 with SIHM dancers (dance competition first placer)

             

        The event was emceed by the Hitman, Archie Zapanta no less. It had to be Archie I told the management since he knows the school by heart. He is an alumnus of WCC after all, and emceed last year’s AP and other past major events in school. Archie’s booming voice filled not just the stage but the entire venue as well. Watching Archie is like receiving a ray of sunshine, effortless and breezy. Very articulate and charming, it really had to be Archie.

charming couple, King and Queen of the Night, and equally charming chandeliers of the venue

        
        The most applauded announcement that evening was the suspension of classes the following day, Thursday. Music to students’ ears! But for the faculty, business as usual since there was a faculty development seminar scheduled the following day. We could have partied until dawn but the event commenced by eleven o’clock in the evening.

Ms. Precie and Ma'am Babes

        Kudos to Ms. Precie Tapero (DSA Coordinator) and Ms. Babes Gonzales (Campus Executive Director) for staging this event. The success of the AP would not have been possible if not for their concerted efforts. I heard that next year it will be held at the Araneta Coliseum!

See you all there! 

(photos courtesy of Ms. Tapero and Dr. Planes)

A Back To Back Tribute

        Whether we like it or not, our teachers become part of our lives. As time passes by we may forget the lessons they have taught us, but we do not forget them, most especially those who were nice and kind to us. What about the “terror” ones? Well, they are the most unforgettable because they taught us the value of discipline and how to behave well. Nice or not, like them or not, it is very hard not to remember them!

        Our teachers are our second parents. I mentioned in one blog entry that students spend more time with their teachers than with their parents. I bet you have never thought of this! They are our guardians inside the school. Teachers do not only teach us theories and formulas, but they teach us great lessons about life as well. It is already a given that our teachers are intelligent, but what we appreciate more is their wisdom.  Teachers create so much impact in our lives, to such an extent that many students would also want to become teachers themselves someday.
 

         
        What measures the success of a teacher? A student passing a major exam? A student graduating after four or five years?  Yes and yes. But what students have become after they have graduated, is what measures the real success of a teacher. After graduation, they are all on their own since their teachers are no longer by their side to teach and guide them. The real world is that which is beyond the four walls of a classroom. Some would even say that it is a jungle out there. Thus, either the graduates will survive or not. On hindsight, the bond between a teacher and his or her students does not diminish after graduation, for teachers are usually sought as character references by their former students in applying for a job. Who else knows us better?

        In my almost nine years of teaching, I know that I have already “produced” graduates who are successful in their respective fields and endeavors. It is a nice feeling to know that directly or indirectly, I am a part of their success (as well as all their other teachers). Like last 2009 when Dad was confined at the National Kidney Institute, two of the nurses who attended to him were WCC graduates, Kattleya Aumentado and Edgar Amago. Many of my students are also thriving well in foreign shores. How do I know? It is my office that answers verification documents that their employers send to our school and I am the official signatory in such documents!

        In connection to this and as a parting shot, I congratulate sincerely our students who have passed the Nursing Licensure Exam last July 2011. Your alma mater is proud of you! Special mentions are seven of them who joined this bog. Congratulations!

On the first thing they did after learning that they passed the board exam:

"I shouted out loud, then I browsed the site all over again just to make sure that my name is listed, coz in my mind it could be gone in a blink. I downloaded it and took a picture of it to have a copy. I admit I became OC that time. I thought it was a dream but was real."

                          - Suzette Bueno,RN

"I shouted WOOOOOOO and then I wanted to do flips and tumbles but refrained from doing so for fear of hurting myself. Plus my heart was beating so fast and hard that it felt like it wanted to get out of my chest and do some dancing of its own! I was teary eyed while thanking my Maker so much last night up until now. I still get chills whenever I remember it."

                          - Hermann Weber,RN

"You won't believe it. I was in the middle of an event at the Diamond Hotel along Roxas Boulevard, when Miles Magbanua gave me a call. I bursted into tears when she said congratulations Arch, RN ka na. Then the celebrant and people were wondering what happened to me. When I told them about the news, the celebrant gave me a hug. After the incident, happy hormones drowned my brain. The celebrant had a blast!"

                          - Archie Zapanta,RN

YOUR SUCCESS IS OUR SUCCESS TOO!

Congratulations also to Ms. Michelle L. Ballesteros!

photos by Sir Val Fabregas (Students' Choice Awards) 
and Mr. Javes Consul (board passers)

"Colle"

        What is a collage? According to Wikipedia, a collage is a work of formal art, primarily in the visual arts, made from an assemblage of different forms, thus creating a new whole. In layman’s language, a collage is simply a collection of objects glued to a medium such as paper or canvass. Collage was derived from the French word “colle” which means “glue”. Allow me to share with you some very interesting collages that I have made, which kept boredom at bay.

Thank you to those who provided me with the pictures. 

You know who you are. =)

Art or Junk? by JTF Solivar

        The right to be free is one of our three natural rights, the other two being the right to life and property. Natural means innate or inherent. Following this line, the individual is born already in possession of the aforementioned rights. I am writing this blog entry amidst the controversy hounding Mideo Cruz’s art exhibit at the CCP. In my Political Science and Ethics classes, one of the most interesting topics that I discuss is the concept of freedom. I remind my students though, that this concept must not be interpreted too literally. Being free means the ability to do the things that we desire to do. The question is  are we practicing this right rightly? Was it right for Cruz to have mounted an exhibited which defaced religious (Catholic) images? CCP officials barked about artistic freedom. Are they hiding behind this cloak to justify such exhibit?

        I am not claiming to be a very religious or devout Catholic. But Cruz’s exhibit somehow made me raise an eyebrow and ask myself what got into his head. Our Spanish conquistadores of before introduced to the natives religious images, as their way of introducing Christianity to the islands. They were even used as presents to rajas or datus. On a personal perspective, such images should not be venerated since they are just symbols – they are not our actual “God”. But nonetheless, such objects should be accorded the respect due them as symbols of faith. They should not be tampered with.

         Religious tolerance is a long forgotten virtue. History tells us that religious intolerance paved the way for conflicts and wars between countries. Pakistan used to be a part of the Indian subcontinent, until the people on the Pakistan side who were Muslims clamored to be separated from India which was dominated by Hindus. Read in between the lines and you will figure out what caused this separation. Religious tolerance should be revived in order for people to respect each other’s faith. Cruz’s exhibit clearly did not show any respect to the religion which was the object of his so called “artistic freedom”. Art is supposed to exalt, and not to insult or mock something. Philippine society is still a conservative and traditional one. Hence, Cruz’s exhibit will not thrive and prosper in this societal configuration. This is not to mention the interweaving of church and governmental authority, despite the constitution’s emphasis on the separation of church and state.

        The freedom to do things ends when we are already stepping on other people’s toes. The practice of our rights ends when we are already infringing on the rights of others. I emphasize to my students that our freedom is not total or absolute, for freedom has limitations. Art is not bounded by strict rules, I believe,  for it is used as an avenue for self-expression. But in the absence of strict rules, we have our moral compass which will remind us of what is good and what is not. The concept of freedom cannot justify all our actions. Artistic freedom cannot justify Cruz’s “Kulo” exhibit, for it trampled on the religious sentiments of many Filipinos. Let us not forget that the Philippines is predominantly Christian, something that the CCP officials failed to chew on and digest cerebrally.

         Art is subjective. It is a matter of taste. For Cruz and the CCP, the exhibit is an art. The others do not think so unfortunately. Art is supposed to give us aesthetic pleasure. It is supposed to enlighten us visually and stir our emotions positively. Thus, anything that disturbs the core of our being us is not art, but junk.

Asong Kalye by JTF Solivar

        It cannot be doubted that the popularity of team Azkals has grown by leaps and bounds in the recent months. Thanks to its good-looking players, who have somehow put a “face” on football, which is not a popular sport in our islands. We have to give it to them for making football popular in our country, but not in the same breath though, as one would mention boxing and basketball. Maybe football is on its way there. But for how long can the Azkals sustain the popularity of the sport, which I believe, has become co-terminus with the popularity of the Azkals themselves?

        The question is, which between their looks and talents have made their way to the hearts of many a Filipino? Mention “Azkals” and I am pretty sure that you will associate it more with the foreign-looking players than with the barrio-looking ones. Is this indicative of our penchant for anything that is foreign? It is not entirely our fault if colonial mentality is still in the crevices of our consciousness. The Spaniards and Americans showed to the Filipinos of before the other side of the world, and have inculcated into their minds that Western ideas and goods are more superior to what the natives had. And this has been passed on from one generation to the next. Many Filipinos savor anything that is foreign as this translates to sophistication, and thus, elevates their status in the social ladder. Pringles instead of Chippy?

        Is it their looks or their talents? Either way, the Azkals have made football popular in our country. It has even inspired a TV network to produce a telenovela about a bunch of kids developing a liking for football and eventually excelling in it. Right futbolilits? Is football here to stay, or is it just a craze generated by all the hype that surrounds the players? Clearly, the players whether consciously or unconsciously, have become instant celebrities who have barked their way to TV commercials, endorsements, and billboards. Angel Locsin is also a factor to the equation that has made the popularity of the team grow exponentially. And Amanda Coling? Well, I am not very sure.

        Clearly, it is not the fault of the Younghusbands and company if they are blessed not just with great legs but with great looks as well. With their Caucasian features, they have made the sport more appealing and more exciting. But I am very sure that they want to be recognized for their talent, and not for what they have in the Department of Looks. It is their talent to start with, that qualified them for the team and not their fine features. But if you can have both, why not?

  

[Askal is an impromptu abbreviation for “asong kalye”.  This mutt of a dog has never looked this better.]

Ano Ang Pinagkaiba? (Vol.II)

nadurog : broken into pieces

napisat : na-flat

napisa : nag-burst, pumutok

napulbos : nadurog tas’ naging 

           pino

hiwa : cut

laslas : cut na mahaba

uka : cut na malalim

tawa : laugh

halakhak : matinding tawa, tunog baga (lungs 

           tange!) na may tubig

kiskis : ni-rub

kaskas : ni-rub rub rub, madiin

inamoy : inilapit ang ilong

nilanghap : si-navor ang amoy, nasarapan

sininghot : shabu na ang tinira, go!

umusli : umextend

lumawit : puwede ng 

          paglambitinan

          (yun oh!)

itnok : itlog + manok, getz? ('ala kayo t.v.?)

itlog : puwede isang dosena

betlog : kapag dalawang piraso lamang ng itlog,

         o isang pares (tamaaaaa!)

bitlog : ‘pag si Aling Dionisia ang magsabi 

         

tink yu biri mats!!!

So Close to Heaven by Dr. Gin Planes (guest writer)

Doc Gin or Ma'am Gin as she is fondly called, is a dentist, a registered nurse, an ISO auditor, a Christian Living instructor, an emcee, a former Karilagan model, a graduate of Dale Carnegie School, a badminton enthusiast, a mountain climber, a supportive wife, a loving mother, and a friend to everybody.

    At the bus terminal in Cubao, the excitement was all over everyone’s face. With our backpacks, tents, and wind breakers, each one of us weighed 30 pounds heavier. 

    Two hours to Cuenca, Batangas, we found ourselves at the foot of Mt. Maculot. Full of energy, after taking sumptuous adobo for lunch, and yummy halo-halo as  dessert, we started climbing around 1 pm.

Earl Sales : care for a drink?

       Taking pictures every few meters, gulping energy drink, and teasing each other along the way, were all that we did as we climbed up halfway to the top.

      At 2 pm I was almost breathless, numbed, and exhausted. My chest was pounding, my leg muscles were cramping, and my eyes were blurring.

         As I forced myself to climb, thoughts of quitting bugged my mind. “What am I doing here? It’s hot, dirty and remote! This is crazy!” I said to myself. “But we’re halfway there, I could not stop now.”

    Then I tried to recall my ultimate goal……to reach the top, to reach the top, and to reach the top. Being focused on my goal sustained me for the rest of the climb.

    Yes! We made it. At 3:30 pm, we were 2000 feet above sea level. As we set foot on the campsite, I felt an adrenaline rush and an endorphin overflow. It was simply ecstatic!

Doc Gin (with Mark) : so close to heaven.......

         We pitched our tents, left our baggage, and ran to climb the “rockies”, a cliff overlooking Taal Lake. The mountains were so majestic, the lake was so serene, and the breeze was euphoric. It was breath-taking! No wonder Jesus would go up the mountains to talk to the Father in heaven.

    As sun went down and the night fell, countless stars were covering the sky like neon lights during Christmas season in shopping malls. The constellations seemed so near, as though you could almost touch them.

 

    As I tucked my head to rest, all I could only do was to thank our awesome God for the wondrous sight I’ve seen, and for the gift of life in this beautiful world He created for you and me.

WCC Mountaineers: Dean Francis Tajanlangit, Dr. Gin Planes, Suzette Bueno, Gian Carlo Celedonio, Noriloyn Madarcos, Shara Ochoa, Nathan Pardiñez, Mark Regino, Earl Sales, and Vladimir Salum.

(pictures courtesy of Dean Francis, Suzette, and Nathan)

Sir Jons (as I fondly call him) by JTF Solivar

Palma Hall

           The first time that Professor Jonas David stepped into the CAS Office as an applicant, I immediately noticed his steel crutches and thought he had polio. A lot of questions raced through my head. Can he write on the board? Can he go up and down the school building? But when he told me that he is a graduate of UP Diliman, then that gave me the strongest hint that he is physically able despite his condition. How? In Palma Hall where most classes are held, there is no elevator. Thus, everybody must use the stairs to go up the upper floors. So he must have used the stairs too! He also reminded me that we were classmates in a graduate subject in Philosophy at the same university. That’s why he looked familiar I thought!

UP Oblation

           Sir Jonas, as students fondly address him, has been teaching Philosophy and Social Sciences at World Citi Colleges in Quezon City for five years now. The 31-year-old professor believes that teaching is more than just about pen and paper, but is about getting the message across to students regardless of abilities, or in his case, disability. He is a cum laude college graduate of Philosophy, and a masteral degree holder in the same field as well. He obtained both at UP Diliman, where he also received a Phi Gamma Mu International Award in the field of Social Sciences. Sir Jonas is also a graduate of the National Institute of Information Technology, where he obtained a certificate in Web Technology. That’s why whenever a bug would hit my computer, he is the first person whom I would bother. Thank you for your patience!

            In February of 2009, Sir Jonas was featured in Manila Bulletin in a full page article entitled “Walking the Talk”, where he gave valuable insights about his struggles in life, and how he beat the odds as a person born with mild cerebral palsy. Such disorder affects muscle control and coordination, which is caused by a certain irregularity in brain development. He told me once that early interventions initiated by his father who is a doctor helped him a lot in coping up with his condition. He is aware of glances or stares he receives from people. “Just think that the reason why they are looking at you is because you are different, plain and simple. They don’t want to humiliate you, they are just curious. I think that’s one way of seeing it because if you don’t put it in that perspective, you will be depressed,” he said in the article. 

           He is proud to say that he has not heard any discriminatory remark from any of his students and colleagues at WCC. Well, save for some punch lines. A person with a good sense of humor himself, he is even the first one to crack a joke about himself, all for the spirit of good-natured fun. Students are drawn to him because of his very down-to-earth personality. Best of all, they are drawn to Sir Jonas because he serves as an inspiration.“Nakaka-inspire and nakakabilib siya sobra kasi kahit ganun yung kalagayan niya, nagagawa pa rin iyang mabuhay ng normal sa paningin ng mga students niya,” said then junior Medical Technology student Floramyr Quizon. “I have a high regard for people with disabilities who do not look at it as a hindrance to living fully,” according to then Nursing Heisi Marasigan.

PLATO

        Sir Jonas makes sure that his lectures are not just about theories and principles. He teaches his students some thoughts about life, things that his students will surely remember even after the semester is over and done with. “I want my students to realize that I did not only teach them a specific subject at the end of each semester. I want them to remember me as a person who taught them something about life – no matter how small it might be,” he mentioned in the article.

        True enough, Sir Jonas has taught his students, as well as the entire WCC community, one very valuable lesson: one’s disability should not be a hindrance to the achievement of one’s goals and desires in life. He is a living testament to this. 

        

        On a personal note, I have never heard him complain about his condition. Which makes me a bit ashamed of myself, since I would immediately complain at the slightest pain! I am sure that you my dear followers are also guilty of this. Am I right or correct?

        More power to you Sir Jons! As I fondly call him.

         

          

(photos by Ma'am Precie)

Ano ang Pinagkaiba? =)

warat :    nagkahiwa-hiwalay

wasak :    wala ng natira, nadurog 

           to the max

wakwak :   hiwa, tas’ bumuka pa

pinindot :    pi-nush

pinihit :     ikinabig pakanan o 

              pakaliwa, may gigil

bibig :    outer area lang

bunganga : hanggang loob, pati tonsils

umbok :    slight lang na bukol

bukol :    umbok na mumurahin ka

hipo :    tats tats lang (touch bobo!), 

          pasagi or dampi lang

dakma :   binigla at hindi na pinakawalan

sakmal :  bibig na ang ginamit, ‘di na 

          napigilan

ipinasok :    inilagay sa loob

isinuksok :   inilagay sa loob, tas’ isiniksik 

              pa

bungi :    ilang ipin ay missing in action

bungal :   gums ang pinaka-starring

A Million Miles Awaaaaaaay.......

   Ever since the time that I became too busy and preoccupied with work, I never had the chance to appreciate the beauty of things around me. But several weeks ago, I had the rare chance to do so. I stepped outside our humble abode, and consciously or unconsciously, lifted my cranky head towards the sky and saw the night sky flooded with stars, as if the sky was beaming at me. What a beautiful sight I thought! I was completely awed. 

   Looking at the sky makes one realize how vast the universe is, with the stars illuminating every corner of it. Here’s a trivia: the universe continues to expand. But I realized that one need not look at the sky in order to see the stars. Just close your eyes, take a deep relaxing breath, and work your way through your mind until you reach a corner in your mind. What did you see? Stars! Yes, a multitude of stars do exist somewhere in our mind. All we have to do is just think of them. What do they do? Simple, they give light to our dreams and fantasies.

A star could be anything that we wish to have.......

   The stars in our mind could also symbolize our dreams and aspirations, or the things that we want to have in life. They can range from something simple to something grand. They can be tangible like your dream house, a nice car, or travels abroad. They can also be intangible, such as success, love, or spiritual bliss. They can be anything that will make us happy and fulfilled. Such “stars” motivate us to do the best in everything that we do so that we can get hold of them, literally and figuratively.

The reachable star.......
  

   We can actually get ourselves near our “stars”. But we cannot have them all. Just like dining out buffet style, you cannot have every dish for your estomago can accommodate only up to a certain extent. One time, I was scouting for a nice pair of leather shoes at Traffic. There were several that caught my fancy but only purchased a pair. Well how many feet do I have? Besides, I did not have the moolah to get some more. We can get near our “stars”, but it does not mean that we can have them. I saw a nice watch some years ago at Rustan’s. I was able to try it on my wrist, and could have even licked it for all I care. Hey, it was a Bulgari! Sadly though, I went home empty handed for I could not afford it.

   People can be our “stars” as well. These are people that we want to be part of our lives. Have you gone anywhere near them? Paid them a visit? Sent them a message? If yes, then good for you! For those who have not, then try to reach for them since we only have one life to live. And life is too short if I may add. Are people reaching out to you? Then reach out to them too. Descend from your castle! In my several decades of existence, I can say that I have been near my “stars”. I cannot explain accurately why we were drawn to each other, in a world that’s full of strangers (yes, a Pomeranz line). Perhaps, the planets aligned themselves to give way to that magical collision. Oooooh! Sadly though, some of them lost their brilliance, and simply faded away.......

So close, yet so far away.......

        We can be near our “stars” but at the same time feel that they are a million miles away. How ironic, isn't it? Like that Bulgari watch, the more that my skin felt it, the more that I realized that I could not have it. I have also experienced a number of times that the more I become close to people and vice versa, the more that I feel that they are very distant. Why? Because I know that I cannot have and keep them. But nonetheless, I am thankful for the light they have shown me, and the good times we have shared together. As I have said in one post, there are things that are not meant to be (please search this blog for a related post).

The unreachable star.......

   I guess stars were created to be unreachable. That’s why they are high up in the sky hovering above us. What do we do with them? Nothing my dear! Just leave them where they are. What about the unreachable stars in our minds? Nothing too! Just leave them in that corner of your mind. They are better off there, so that when you close your eyes, you have something to dream about.......

 

But do not despair. Stars do fall from the sky. 

Catch me.......