Sunday, February 06, 2005
awwww....i eat soo much yesterdae...damn it i reali reali reali gettin damn FAT!!....eat luch at home...lemak chili padi...[soo hot]...tan after tat go airpot while waitin for my dad...eat swiss mushroom meal....wow...i was sooo damn excited to see my dad....of coz lah....2 MONTH i never see him...no naggin...expect on the phone....miss him soo much....wow....when first i saw him....i hug him...awww..miss him...i wanna go china too..look at my dad...he become more fairer and his cheeks ar red....i want RED CHEEKS!!...i reali does...i love it...veri much..*grins*
in skoolz todae sooo boring...first period ennglish....mcm biasa membebel..never do work....after tat social studies...tiz is the third time my rubber band kene confiscated....haiyoh...y always me??...yeah2 i noe...i always where pink or purple rubber band to skoolz....yepz..yepz..fine2...take it...i can buy some more...onli 4 for 2buck at minitoons...i dont mind....
after tat got pe..hioyoh kene run 6 rounds!!!....bloody tired...seh...got headache after runnning...tan after recess..math period..dunno why suddenly i feel lky vomitting...at first i though nuthing lah...tan suddenly the thing gonna come out quickly lah run to the toilet....hiyoh...vomit soo many......all my food i eat all go down the drain...see lah now i hungry again!!....tan after tan mly period....soo fucking boring siak juz now..no iskandar...kene suspen...hiyoh..no him soo boring seh....tan go home with richard and murali.....at one block saw nas,suhaidi and mil...walk together kat 7eleven....miss nas and mil soo much...seh...haiyoh talk2...joke2..merepek seh suhaidi....but they are still fun la...see lah i dont want to buy anything....make me buy snaple and chocolate...damn it stop makin me fat lah u all....wakkaka..not ur fault..i wanted to buy...*grins*....tan take bus...nas,mil and di go back skoolz....they got class....damn wish iwas in sec4 now....*sign*
broken;;
11:15 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
