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For two years now, I never had a single clue if my blog ever been read by anyone. If ever someone had the chance to drop-by, it may be purely chance of mis-directed google entry.

Does this blog ever read?

Or it is just like a torn newspaper page landing on someone’s lap for careless reading?

Maybe, my blog is. But not for some serious writers that really make a living writing serious blog.

For me, Pulot Boy is an avenue of my thoughts, although true to their meaning, but may not be relevant nor beneficial to many.

It is just me. Represented as an electronic blot in the ocean of bits and terabits;
Similar to life’s existence, vanity...

Vanity of my thoughts.

Tula ni Lyn #2

Hrp

klimutan

ang ta0ng

bhagi ng

y0ng

nkraan

pnipilit m0

pr0 d m

tlaga xya

mklimutan

sbi ng icp m

kya mo yn!

pro ang

plagng

bul0ng ng

PUSO m0,

d nba

pwdng

ibalk nlang?

Tula ni Lyn #1

Tahimik

lng ak0

pg naalala ka,

wlang kib0

pg lumuluha

ptinging-tngin

lng

pg

naiicp ka,

mnsn

kla m0

blewAla k

dm0 alm

sa pus0 k0

“tak0t ak0

Bka mwala ka”
 

(an sms poem sent to pulot boy by lyn 19mar2010 10:58am. Lyn is a beautiful and young sms poetess.)

09:51pm
Dumaguete City, NEGOR, Philippines
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