And the stars!

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Have you ever had that orgasmic moment after taking a generous bite of a sinfully delicious and moist Decadence Chocolate Cake? Yeah. That moment. Shooting for the stars isn’t confined to reaching your life goals. Sometimes it’s all about taking a few portions of a really scrumptious dish, and immediately have the heavens within your grasp.

Lately, I’ve been thinking about my plans in life. There’s this business I really want to put up; however, different hurdles left and right are pinning me down at the moment. I’ve long known putting up a business is tough, but I never thought it would be this tough. Why do I want to put a business up? It’s very simple: It’s because I want to be able to travel the world without the worries of getting fired the day I come back. Having my own business means I am my own boss. That’s the end goal in XX number of years in the future. Oh, right! And to get rich.

A good friend once told me that creativity flows freely when you’re having coffee (and probably having a stick or two while you’re at it). Somehow, coffee (or tea) and nicotine helps your brain make sense of all the dreams you’ve been making, and they help create the dots you need to connect to make your dreams a reality. Now I’m not sure if it’s the caffeine, nicotine, the ambiance, or whatever else, but I’m pretty sure I’ve connected a few good dots to bring me closer to that vacation (and getting rich)!

An experiment ensued:

A nice, sunlit room. Good music (that day, I was listening to The Flower Duet by Délibes). Good food, like, say, this really delicious lasagna I bought from Ystella’s Cuisine. I find that when my mouth is moving, I’m able to come up with good ideas. This led me to believe, therefore, that, given the right setting and company, good food equates to good plans, and ultimately, holding the stars of my dreams right at the palm of my hands.

Good food needn’t be expensive. It comes in all forms and (serving) sizes. From the tiniest, tastiest brownie, to the full-blown, 3-course meal at a 5-star hotel restaurant, delicious food is everywhere – all we need to do is look around. Taste. Discover. Many good food are found aplenty in various places.

In the pursuit of dreams, one must keep a mind open to any and all possibilities. Inspirations are drawn from a variety of media – even food. Indulge once in a while. Go ahead and take that bite. Savor each explosion of flavor in your taste buds. Be one more step closer to fulfilling your dreams.

In the Spanish language “Y stella” or “Y estrella” means “And (the) stars.” How apropos for a name that helped me be a step closer to my goals. Ystella’s Cuisine is a start-up, home-based, business now ready to take orders via Facebook. Their full contact details are in their page.

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We all start somewhere

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We all start somewhere. Perhaps, a writing on the wall will do for now.

Pablo Neruda once wrote “love is so short, forgetting is so long,” and this is something a lot of people are very much acquainted with. While some people have already gone through that ‘so long’ phase, and some, still are going through it as you’re reading this blog, what actually matters is to get over the hill and move on.

If you are stuck in the limbo between being heartbroken and holding your head high again, read this article to know that you are not alone in this. Things do get better, and there is hope for everyone of us.

Moving on is not as difficult as people make it out to be. It may take a lot of time, but it won’t take forever. Moving on is right at your fingertips. Aunt May did it, and so did I.

Optimism: A tearful regard of the past with the best hopes for the future

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It is, indeed, a great privilege to get to know a person. While n0body can claim to have absolutely known someone (family, relatives, and close friends included), getting to experience living the life of another person provides insights that one may not have possessed prior to the exercise.

One lazy Friday night at work, as I was furiously trying to keep myself awake, I turned to the person sitting beside me and asked her about her past. She was, what we lovingly call, a “sister.” I wanted to know why she stepped out of “the calling,” and why the move to the industry we work in. As she began her tale, she brought me to the worlds she took part of, and I couldn’t help but feel… a sea of emotions washing over me.

The past

A convent girl who, faithfully heeding the Lord’s call, went through all the phases of her order, willingly, gladly, and selflessly, helped out in teaching children. She was, by all merits, an educator, a parent, and a guidance counselor to these children. She was loved – by the others in service with her, and by those whom she served.

 Unfortunately (or fortunately), the Lord had a different plan for her than what she thought. Life is tough – and that’s all I’m going to say. However, this part of her story was when the first strike of emotions came over me. I felt sad.

 Sister told me the reason why she had to step out of the convent. Her voice was strong, but you can almost see the glimmer in her eyes. A glimmer brought about by uncried tears. I suppose leaving a “calling” like that is much like losing a loved one. Alyson Noël wrote, “You never really stop missing someone – you just learn to live around the huge gaping hole of their absence.” Sister’s eyes showed me that side of her which we never get to see in the office. I was moved to tears, but I had to fight them back.

 One thing is for sure: she misses her children. She misses taking part of their trials and triumphs. She misses having been able to affect the lives of the kids she took under her wings.

 The future

An emotional blow of sadness is something I’m not particularly good at evading, or surviving, but Sister’s words were soft, caring, and loving. Her next words were promises – promises she has made to herself and to her family. These are the promises that keep her going.

 As I sat there, listening to her story, clinging on every word like the air I breathe, a well of love simply overflowed from the goodness of the Sister’s heart, washing away the sorrow she felt; washing away the sorrow in my being.

 Still the same “sister” from years past, these promises, these bolts of power, stem from her natural ability to love and care for people. She works for her family, and she is determined to see her plans come to fruition.

 However, saying “she works for her family” does not encapsulate the gravity by which she means this. It is easy to say one works for his/her family, but how easy is it, really, to work for a family you really were never part of?

 Love

Sister loves her family. I cannot explain that any further.

 I am someone who, as disgusting as it may seem or sound, does not believe that people are innately good, caring, and loving. I was wrong. Here with me, a woman with a rich, and deep, past, is the epitome of goodness and love.

 Her presence brings about particular warmth in the air that I cannot explain. I have to admit that it is comparable to the warmth and security one feels when his/her mother is around. This sister may be physically small, but her heart is as big and wide as an ocean.

 It is a great honor to have met her. It is a great privilege to have known her. It is an awesome opportunity to have heard her story.

 Ahora, te hablo directamente a ti, hermanita. Muchísimas gracias por haber compartido la historia de tu vida conmigo. Yo aprendí mucho de ti, y yo gané otros puntos de vista de la vida. Gracias por ser quien eres, y espero que nunca cambiarías. Que el Señor te bendiga con los deseos de tu corazón, y más.

The Problem with “Filipinas”

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Fantastic read! I couldn’t have said it any better myself.

Master Procrastinator

Some days ago, the Rappler published an article on a resolution made by the Komisyon sa Wikang Filipino (KWF) on the use of “Filipinas” instead of “Pilipinas”. Given both the odd timing of this news and my affinity for language, I thought the decision was rather… interesting.

I have no major qualms with the use of “Filipinas” itself, which is what our country is still called in Spanish. After all, it’s really just a matter of switching a “P” with an “F”. But a simple letter swap isn’t the only issue here, since the KWF has simultaneously discouraged the continued usage of both “Pilipinas” and “Philippines”.

What complicates the matter is the rationale behind the decision to deprecate the aforementioned pre-existing names, as well as the decision being decided unilaterally. That, I think, would inevitably lead to [more] confusion, which is ironically what the KWF was trying to dispel.

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