It was cramming time then. Projects and websites were due. We had to be in one place we called the computer lab. It was my first and last time to be in an ‘overnight’.
I brought my PC with me. I badly needed my files and an extra PC for our group. Actually, that PC hadn’t served me well that time. It even caught viruses.
Bagsy was working on something in my PC. Typing probably.. and I was right. He asked “Mugamit ka Fle?” ..”Yep. Naa ko tanawon kadjot…”
So there it was on my desktop.. a portion of this poem that he made for us.. a draft. After 5 months since that overnight, I got a message in my friendster.. and it contained the poem I had read back then.. but this time, it was completed.
Thank you Louis Mark.. I would still prefer calling you Bagsy. ^_^
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T T L
time to leave
the Freon dripping frozen,
while remembering smooth dark blue covers
on milky-colored monitors.
hear again that familiar squeak
of doors sliding, banging!
and feel hairs on your fingers rise
close to yellow brown plastic chairs.
it’s static they say,
but college life
doesn’t go that way
true to life
that i can befriend mr. filch
amongst other tiger-eyeds
and tell him of topologies,
configuration and gulaman prices.
yes, i lived in this place
where waterfalls are equated to servers
and numbers are but destinations
separated by dots and all the in-betweens
i knew of recursion and iteration
but no, not now, no more
life has to move on
time to live
a life not of cheap talks
over green and red sagos
time to leave
the Shire
inspite of bleak days ahead,
Leave
to live a dream,
that belonged
to bedtime story days.
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