Tuesday, February 22, 2005
listning: onli u by Ashanti
feelin:down
when to skoolz quite early todae.....damn i hate the sight of wld sec ppl.....they go yishun intercahnge to take bus go for cross country....satu muka ako nk TUMBOK...stare2 org...fikir per lawa sangat per....tk suka ckp ar....ako cocok mate kau baru tau...
in skoolz nuthin much happen...expect for english lesson..i dont noe wat happenin to me as i go scolded mr tan....i dont noe why i hated him tat much....since the dae he start teachin me few yrs back....tan he ask me why i hated him so much...i sae my promblem ar non of ur bisness...the touch my bag..i ask him to let go of it...he ask me to sit down tan he would let go...i shout let go lah...tan i jeling him...look outside the window..he told me tiz is ur last chance...im gonna help u tiz yr....u wont given any chance any more.....i sae wateva la...inside my heart sae ****er siak...fikir aper ako bru retain satu kali apersal dgn kau nk look down on ako....bapak kau nye puki lah....tan he sae im kind enough not to let u go site iutside class...i shout at him and sae...i happy to invite myself outside....walk to the door...tan he ask come back and sit down...so i did lah...tan he sae doesnt mean i let u win u will climb over my head....when i was figthin with mr tan..everyone in the class was sooo damn quiet.....haiyoh...y scared...i scolded soo many teachers last few yrs..until my parent had to come down....i dont care anymore...i feel ****in bored in tiz skoolz....i feel lky quitin....but i cant..i noe education is improtant....at least before i stop skoolin..i must hav my o lever cert....arr damn it lah....
neway after skoolz had social studies...i didnt study for the test...*mumbling*..oh my god...i forget tat todae hav test....i reali do....how how how....got 15 min to study..but i juz seems tat i cant concentrate....it soo noise....yeah wat everyone goin home...tan when up at 1345 to the ava room...sit according to register no...got the papper...*sign*...i was soo releif tat the paper was easy....as i remember all the stuff about sri lanka and northern ireland education system...soo i think i would pass...i write non stop...but i notice tat beside me was hui ping..she was lookin at my papper!!!...how dare she copy mine!!!....i quickly cover it...hahahha...look at me...i was pissed when i saw her lookin over at my paper....kereknye ako...i was the first to finish...call up mrs chen weatehr can go home or not..she sae no....haiyoh i had to wait for 15 min seh...soo bloody long...stare at everyone..keep lookin around..damn im bored...after skolz when home with is and murali..tan farham,bull and ahot ask me to walk with them..*wondering*...why suddenly they ask me to join them..so i did lah...after half way we spilt up as they tired wanna take bus..me is and ali continue walkin...tan i split with them took 859....thought of takin mrt but hot later kene walk....took 859 with syahid and afiq..talk with syahid all the way..hahah...quite nice...he told me about i was chatting with his brother...hahahah...i laugh seh..i though who seklai his bro....wat onlie..tan reach home....nobody was around....
broken;;
10:36 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
