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April 4, 2009
We are now spaced out
Still, you’re taking my time over again
Almost out of wakefulness
I’m scribbling words
I’m under your spell once more
True..
Sarcastic..
Ironic..
You are so naïve to catch a glimpse of
Too docile and meek to be in pain
Still, I can hear you
Your voice, delightful enough
To imprison a poet
You aren’t Santa Clause
You’re one of his reindeers singing
When the comfort room becomes uncomfy
Everything came quite flabbergasting in a place of solitary allay.
Uh? Enough of this highfaluting lexis.
Way back one year ago, I always get exasperated and cheesed off with all the blotches and tinges in the comfort room- over its door, walls and bulwarks, and sometimes, even in the mirrors.
Imagine, the CR is the best evidence of progress and development in our campus (well, the reality states that you must agree with me), and yet, harebrained students just mess it up because of their calls of insanity and madness.
It’s so absurd. And it’s ridiculous!
Why the hell do these creatures go for the CR when there are mountains of papers everywhere? I never heard of a paper shortage within my 18 years of existence. Note, if there are, it is never considered a dearth since one can work out of it by just merely verbalizing the magical words- “pahingi ng papel,” in without more ado they’ll give you out. But of course, occasionally, on a case by case basis only.
Come to think of it.
One consumes more time inside rather than the usual.