We stand on a hill Between the earth and sky Now all is still Where Loyola’s colors fly Our course is run And the setting sun Ends Ateneo’s day, Eyes are dry at the last goodbye; This is the Ateneo way. Mary for you! For your white and blue! We pray you’ll keep us, Mary Constantly true! We pray you’ll keep us, Mary Faithful to you! Down from the hill, Down to the world go I; Rememb’ring still, How the bright Blue Eagles fly. Through joy and tears, Through the laughing years, We sing our battle song: Win or lose,…
Jay E. Tria
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I fell asleep standing on the train. That’s not an exaggeration. The girl sitting in front of me nearly jumped on her seat when my knee gave way and I was jerked awake. I am so tired. And it’s not even over something worthwhile. Don’t tell anybody, but we watched “Miss you like crazy” last night. It wasn’t as awful as predicted. Although I still hate Bea Alonzo by just the right amount she deserves for being a maarteng artista. I think there were quite a lot of tear-jerking moments (imagine, a two-hour long Pinoy romantic drama featuring a time-tested…
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In a few months I’m going to be financially challenged, a few notches up the stress levels, with no more free time. Whoopee. Hehe. The price we pay for our ambitions.
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And she’s typing at her screen like so. I guess after 3 days it’s official. And it’s not that big a deal. Trust me. Just more work. And a giant window where people look in on you while you’re answering to a memo.
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–the moment we got home last night after a grueling eight-hour bus ride, depleting us of all energy and destroying all vestiges of fun and relaxation that we enjoyed while in chilly Baguio. And on it went come early this morning, when I was awakened by the dulcet sounds of her nagging. Oh mother, how doth thou keep this up? Productive result: a list of goals for this year. Frankly, I’ve stopped believing in New Year’s resolutions. New Year isn’t even real, either. Time is just one continuous loop, marked by numbers in the calendar and events and memories and…