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…
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…
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.…
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…
–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…
