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 :)

Summer enrollment blues #4

Boredom’s killing me, kanina pa ‘ko dito
And yet sa tinagal-tagal, ‘ala pang result kahit ano
Kainis kasi talaga, gusto ko nang umuwi
At sa bitin na tulog, ako nama’y babawi
“ala na ‘kong magawa talaga
Ni ang magbasa ay ayaw ko na
Maski pa ba ang novel ay kay Anne Rice
Iyong Interview With The Vampire  niya

Eng’g lobby

17th April 2000, 2:41 pm

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