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Going BONKERS
Monday, May 11, 2009, 8:30 AM
Since the first day I started learning in polytechnic, I realised that I have changed. I'm not the crazy, loud, cynical girl I used to be back in those secondary school days. & I don't like the feeling. & i'm thinking that maybe it's because i'm just too plain tired. Because everyday has been such a rush for me-rushing to the labs to print notes, rushing to work, rushing home.

It seems all fun & manageable at first but as these mundane things go on, I got sick! of it.

& honestly, this affects my attitude in class. My sense of humour has decreased to a minimum. I don't find anything funny now, or maybe it's just because my classmates aren't funny. You know what they say,"law students whaaaat" =_= sometimes that phrase is not for compliment purposes. I feel damn abhorrent.

I miss my bebs♥

And then right got this PERSON who kept bugging me to write my poem down..
Nah amek ko!HAHAHA

that name gives me the jitters
your smell rings a bell
a presence makes me feel safe
I can't help it, but to wait
& see who that person could be.
Who made my thoughts trigger
to lovey dovey fascinations
& suddenly I felt warm & happy
that day was when I fell in love.
2years ago you wanted me,
& till now, you treasured me.
I love you darling
& there's nothing anyone can do about it.
♥♥
~Lisah's calamity