One way that saved me from the burn out syndrome is music. Indeed it's the language of the soul. During the height of typhoon Ondoy, it was the contents of the iPod that helped me survive the day in the midst of the heavy rains and brownout.
Working on the issues of the magazine in the office, the same actually helped soothe my revision-stricken nerves. Through Ms. Kay, my darling editor, I came to encounter and eventually love this video, Waiting for a Star to Fall.
Pretty enough; that while the countless magazine drafts and revisions has almost came to a halt, now I can wait for that another star to fall.
Waiting For a Star to Fall became my energizer. When Ms. Kay learned how addicted I became to be with this song, she was really laughing her heart out seeing me move and sing with the video. And addicted indeed, I got to memorize almost the whole song just by listening to it thrice. This was an old video from 21 years back and was supposed to be sung by Whitney Houston. The singers were from the former husband and wife tandem of George Merill and Shannon Rubicam who called their duo Boy Meets Girl.
And as fun as loved singing to this song on a normal day, this was the same music that was playing at the back of my head as I waited for the Leonids meteor shower last Tuesday. Just in time with the event.
Anyway, the lyrics of the said song goes like this....
I hear your name whispered on the wind
It’s a sound that makes me cry..
I hear a song blow again and again
Through my mind and I don’t know why..
I wish I didn’t feel so strong about you
Like happiness and love revolve around you..
Trying to catch your heart
It’s a sound that makes me cry..
I hear a song blow again and again
Through my mind and I don’t know why..
I wish I didn’t feel so strong about you
Like happiness and love revolve around you..
Trying to catch your heart
Is like trying to catch a star..
So many people love you baby
That must be what you are..
Waiting for a star to fall
And carry your heart into my arms,
That’s where you belong, in my arms baby..
Waiting for a star to fall
And carry your heart into my arms,
That’s where you belong, in my arms baby..
I’ve learn to feel what I cannot see
But with you I lose that vision..
I don’t know how to dream your dream
So I’m all caught up in superstition..
I want to reach out and pull you to me
Who says I should let a wild one go free..
Trying to catch your heart
Is like trying to catch a star..
But I can’t love you this much baby And love
you from this far..
Waiting for a star to fall
And carry your heart into my arms,
That’s where you belong, in my arms baby..
Waiting for a star to fall
And carry your heart into my arms,
That’s where you belong, in my arms baby..
Waiting, however long.
I don’t like waiting,
I’ll wait for you..
It’s so hard waiting, don’t be too long..
Seems like waiting, makes me love you even more.
So many people love you baby
That must be what you are..
Waiting for a star to fall
And carry your heart into my arms,
That’s where you belong, in my arms baby..
Waiting for a star to fall
And carry your heart into my arms,
That’s where you belong, in my arms baby..
I’ve learn to feel what I cannot see
But with you I lose that vision..
I don’t know how to dream your dream
So I’m all caught up in superstition..
I want to reach out and pull you to me
Who says I should let a wild one go free..
Trying to catch your heart
Is like trying to catch a star..
But I can’t love you this much baby And love
you from this far..
Waiting for a star to fall
And carry your heart into my arms,
That’s where you belong, in my arms baby..
Waiting for a star to fall
And carry your heart into my arms,
That’s where you belong, in my arms baby..
Waiting, however long.
I don’t like waiting,
I’ll wait for you..
It’s so hard waiting, don’t be too long..
Seems like waiting, makes me love you even more.
Pretty enough; that while the countless magazine drafts and revisions has almost came to a halt, now I can wait for that another star to fall.
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