I loved falling stars. When I was young, I used to sit outside our house on my very small chair in the early hours of the evening. Back in the province, six o'clock is like midnight. Every window or door is closed -- everyone propped inside the house, watching telenovelas or something. My sister used to play paper dolls which I drew and cut for her, with their tiny paper dresses. Unfortunately I was only good in making them yet, I least enjoyed them.
I was not the usual girl in the block. I used to go around the town in my bike. My cousins (of my age) were all boys and so, I was the boyish type. I am either found biking around or at the top of our roof and climbing our datiles tree. I remember my lola always bringing this really slender stick which she waves at me all the time...
"Lintik kang bata ka, kababae mong tao para kang unggoy..."
Haha. I love my grandma so much. She taught me all about falling stars and wishes. Ever since I was a kid, my parents were not around that much. Well, my mom works in Bacolod which is one hour away from our town and my dad, well, is a politician.. He's just, hmm you know, not that much around.
Going back to falling stars...
During those nights, I would often wait and wait for those stars to fall. Of course, my usual notion would have been to make a wish but as time passed by, it dawned on me that there was much more irony when they would fall down from the sky...
Yes, like the quote it is like falling grace. Someone from up above the heavens stepping down on earth. I marveled at the thought that some things which were actually "up there" would learn to trudge the greens and create a world in the surface.
But of course, of falling stars and improbabilities I dwell too much. After all, I never really got to see a lot when I was young. Come to think of it -- I never really have seen one at all.. :'(
