a pilgrim’s trace

i was out with sir bong last wednesday evening. having known (guess it
was pretty obvious) that i was so tired with that "big" work, he pulled
me out of AB at 7pm for a malate walkabout. while on the car, he made
me listen to a song. and prolly due to a good combo of fatigue,
frustration and hunger, i started to cry.

oh well, here goes the lyrics of the song.  i italicized the lines where i gave in.

NO FRONTIERS
The Corrs

If life is a river and your heart is a boat
  And just like a water baby baby born to float
  And if life is a wild wind that blows way on high
  And your heart is Amelia dying to fly

  Heaven knows no frontiers
  And I’ve seen heaven in your eyes

 

  And if life is a bar room in which we must wait
     ‘Round the man with his fingers on the ivory gates
     Where we sing until dawn of our fears and our fates
     And we stack all the dead men in self addressed crates

  In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark
  That somehow this black night
  Feels warmer for the spark
  Warmer for the spark
  To hold us ’til the

  When fear will lose it’s grip
  And heaven has its way

  Heaven knows no frontiers
  And I’ve seen heaven in your eyes

 

  If your life is a rough bed of brambles and nails
     And your spirit’s a slave to man’s whips and man’s jails
     Where you thirst and you hunger for justice and right
     And your heart is the pure flame of man’s constant night

  In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark
  That somehow this black night
  Feels warmer for the spark
  Warmer for the spark
  To hold us ’til the day
    When fear will lose it’s grip
     And heaven has its way
     And heaven has its way
     When all will harmonise
     And know what’s in our hearts
     The dream will realise

 

  Heaven knows no frontiers
     And I’ve seen heaven in your eyes
     Heaven knows no frontiers
     And I’ve seen heaven in your eyes

yea right, all shall be well. =)

these could be the harshest of times.  for somebody who tries to be a hero for everyone else, it is indeed pride-crushing to call for another hero.

sure there’s God… but… but…

i was about to do a bit of reminiscing but i accidentally erased my composition.  good thing somebody posted this survey at the bulletin board, it’s easier this way, muhahahaha.

 Message: Course mo?
[*] Bachelor of Arts Major in Philosophy, now MA in Philosophy

Sino barkada mo sa college?
[*] the butterflies (kria, raizel, sha, jho, gladz, mhye, meldie, paul) and the philo gang

Sino bestfriends mo sa college?
[*] more of chosen confidantes i guess, i would always love to be with the butterflies, the barracks, and chico latinos like mark, dean, james and donster. =)

Fave campus tambayan?
[*] library (humanities and eccle, yuck nerd!)

San kau palage kumakain?
[*] dapitan area, p noval - springfields, pag ngangalngal si melai sa coffee indulgence

College crush?
[*] haaayyyy… go to my friends’ list, too sacred to tell (muhahaha) but am totally done na naman. muhahaha.

Pinaka nkakaasar na tao sa campus?
[*] mga maiingay na CA (nung college ‘to ha!)

Fave math subject:
[*] math of finance!

Fave mong kgroup pg groupings?
[*] 1st and 2nd year - butterflies of course (pioneers daw); philo days - mostly individual ang work

Fave pntahan pg walang class?
[*] library (sorry nerd), pax romana office (muhahahah) and several trips to the mall with divi and michelle

May ROTC/NSTP ka b? Anong company mo?
[*] wala po

Fave kasabay pg pauwi?
[*] college days - mackoy (me proteksyon ako sa doggies!)

Ano sinasakyan mo pauwi?
[*]  FX

Fave hnihiram ng clasm8 m sau?
[*] REVIEWER, notebook (i must have been rich right now had i sold ‘em, muhahaha)

Hardest subject m?
[*] metaphysics with dr. galang (my first heartbreak)

Best thing in college?
[*] having friends and companions whom am sure i will be dealing with for eternity, establishing a good academic path which determined the future that i am pursuing right now.

from breakfast at tiffany’s (mooonriver…)

"You know what’s wrong with you, Miss whoever-you-are? You’re chicken. You’ve got no guts. You’re afraid to stick out your chin and say, ‘Okay. Life’s a fact. People do fall in love. People do belong to each other.’ Because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness. You call yourself a free spirit, a wild thing, and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well Baby, you’re already in that cage — you built it yourself. And it’s not bounded on the west by Tulip, Texas or on the east by Somaliland. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself."

aray kuuu…