Nothing Gold Can Stay'...

I caught myself laidbacking in the nethermost part of my closet.
I was welcomed by a box of tuition receipts and pieces of white, yellow,
and green rectangular sheets of what seemed to be my college examination permits.
I was flabbergasted to see my all-clean 48 Agustinian receipts and I arrived at
the figure of 141,698 pesos upon calculations though I deemed that
throughout the four-year degree 142,000 can never be half nor nearly half.

I was moved by this disclosure upon knowing how my financial destitution
was painstakingly addressed by my family. There was invariably transparent memories
of my bankruptcy days where I sit starvingly in my chair seeing the copiousness of
some friends devouring on hotdog-sandwiches and luxurious snacks wherein during my days of wealthiness I seldom dared to buy.

I am so thankful of this college exteriorities; By things like this, I have
measured my complacency, I have known my influence and marvel my strive to
perfection.

True. Nothing Gold Can Stay. My years in college was full of skepticism.
I was humiliated, I was in descent, I was in hopelessness and I was despised' yet
a True Gold can Always be Polished.

We are now busy flourishing' our careers, sexualism, self-discovery,
love and affection, marriage and parenthood' but a College Life IS NOT ONLY REMEMBERED..
It is Learned...Loved...and Lived.

As I unravel my future; I may stumble in the dirt but always remember that
a "dirt in a gold is only skin deep".

GODBLESS--BSN4D BATCH 2007.