When wind was telling the stories of the coming currency,
Rainy days stopped me from wondering about uncertainties.
Tomorrow is supposed to be the day the money coming in
But there was no news, total silence from the man of authority.
And I have been feeding on stale bread for every meal,
Keep on munching though it had passed the date of expiry.
I have no money, am thinking of a sugar daddy,
So bad news is bad, bad as a stale bread story.
11 comments:
im so sorry to hear that
ni apa kes ni bro?let me guess,elaun ek...?
huhu.. sedih nyer.. jgn la makan roti dah expired.. nnt sakit perut =(
Hate to admit it that rumors bout the allowance is bullshit! Seriously, if the authorities put themselves in the students situation, they will feel awkwardly the same. Come on, students like us should just study, not to worry bout the money but once we ran out of it, what else can we do? Kalau the students melacur karang ada yang bising2 kat newspaper kan? ok fine, now I marahkan dua benda dalam satu poem! Great!
Korang, Ijai, Sham and Fiq, sorry saya emo ckit mlm ni...
heheheh..ni poem marah pasal elaun ker?hehehe
nice2...
Pokjat..yes saya sangat marah...elaun tak masuk lagi harini...
hahaha....sabar lah yea vosovicc....!!!!
Thanks Niwa...
ESOK ELAON!!!! HEHEHEHE
Hurm, xnak menaruh harapan tinggi...
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