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 :)

Boredom blues #2



Di rin tamad ‘tong teacher ko
Pasimple pa ang g_ __o
Darating-dating ng late
Sabay sabing he’ll always expect us to wait
For him at least until clock strikes 9
Ba! Tingin niya sa sarili niya  ‘divine’
Instructor for whom we’ll have to wait upon?
Nah, more like someone na magaling mang-indiyan
No, don’t get me wrong
It’s not like that I don’t like him
Pinagdidiskitahan ko lang
Coz medyo groggy pa ang aking gising
Sabay sobra sa madali
Yun pala, wala rin
Pag nakabawi ako ng tulog,
Then I’ll forgive him.


(2ND SEM, 2001-2002)

19th November 2001, 8:10 am / PH221

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