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 :)

Enrollment blues 2001 #1

It’s Reg time na naman
And as usual gutom na ‘ko
K’ya lang as usual din
'alang perang pan-lunch si ako
Okei lang, sanay na naman
And to think problema ko tuition
But by the grace of our Lord, alam ko,
Magagawaan ng paraan ‘yon
Third year n asana ‘ko ngayon
Kaso nagkaloko-loko
K’ya nga I’ve to quit running around n
Coz nasasayang ang panahon
“ba ‘to, ba’t tunog coño yata
ang pinagsusulat ko dito ngayon
Trip ko lang, o basta lang ba,
O nalipasan na naman ako ng gutom ?!

 (1st  SEM, 2001-2002)
6th June 2001, 1:00 pm / Eng’g lobby

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