These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)

MainLib blues # 1



Inaantok, nababato
Nadoble nang sakit nang ulo
Ano ba ‘yan! Uwi na ‘ko –
Pero hinde, kailangang magtiyaga
Kinse minutos pa bago makawala
Sa hawlang ito na puno ng libro.
Ba’t ba ang tagal i-process ng microfilm print-outs ‘ko?!

Nak naman ng bwiset !
Isang pagkalaki-laking ‘BAKEET?’
Trenta minutos pa, gayong mga mata ko’y…
Interruption: tawag na ‘ko no’ng mama
Hay salamat, (buntunghininga)
Tapos na rin pala.


UPD DMLF, Periodicals Section
2nd table, 1st row


07 January 2000

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