Saturday, February 05, 2005
hmmmm....listening to rich girl...damn it lky tat song sooo much seh...damn it i sooo fuckin bored at home doin nuthin....
my ex koll me the other dae...tan juz now i koll him....he sounded sooo happi to heard my voice...damn it sort of miss the times we had together....but talk onli for a while coz he nk mandi...eeeeee...bau bucuk!!!...wakakkaka...damn it he still haven treat my movie seh...must later go ask him where my treat is....wakakakka...wonder who is he with now...*such an unlucky girl who stead with him*....*grins*..basterd siak....
neway i cant wait for tomorrow.....my dad comin home!!!!...*jumpin up and down*....wow sooo long never see him...miss him soo much....*wonder*..did he bring me any present???...early bdae present maybe??...wow...plz buy me present..i love u sooo much...bring me the mini ipod or...digicam of my own...or my neoprint machine..soo no need to go any noeprint shop go take picz...*tats the crazyiez present i ever ask*...oru give me 100 buck lky u use to give me every yr...damn it but tat is onli hari raya time..but can wat....i ur lovely cutiez daughter....promised u i work hard tiz yr in skoolz...soo buy me tat stuff wokeiz...wakakkaka...*damn it i need to beg him*....neway reali2 cant wait to meet him tomorrow...
but the sad thing is he will onli be back for a week or two lky tat....wont celebrate my bdae with him...tat the most sad part...*sob..sob..sob*
broken;;
10:16 PM
Broken
Doll
by aZimAh
I am a broken
doll,
Average I am no
more,
On the out side I am
perfection,
But
my heart is bruised and sore.
They call me
broken doll,
Because of my
broken heart,
My heart
broke long
ago,
And now it’s in
two parts.
The only visible sign of
hurt,
Is the sadness in
my eyes,
No one
knows how I feel,
My
smile is my disguise.
I am
a porcelain doll,
With a
very broken heart,
My
thoughts were weapons that
broke it,
Now
it’s in two parts.
So
sweet looking on the
outside,
But inside angry
and sore,
Why must I
watch such
tragedy,
Everyday hour by
hour.
Placed here on this
window sill,
Looking
down on the city below,
I see
all the madness and
misfortune,
The city has
for show.
Old
ladies being muggers and
battered,
Children
being shot,
Men
sleeping in cardboard
boxes,
In
empty parking
lots.
Inside my tears are
falling,
Continuously
non-stop,
My broken
heart gets heavier,
With
every single drop.
Inside my
broken
heart,
Is swimming in my
tears,
For its thinking
of the tragedy,
I’ve
witnessed through the
years.
I
am a broken
doll,
Who’ll be broken ever
more,
On
the outside I am
perfection,
But my heart is
bruised and sore.
aZimAh