Sunday, April 24, 2005
i donne weather to believe him or not.or it was juz a stupid joke he made up.he juz confess to me tat he lky me.yeah rite who would ever fall in love with a fat ass lky me.damn he did go to the same skoolz as me.yesh hemy sec one frendz.i didnt even had a reali converstation with him before.onli sae hello and goodbye to each other nothing more.and out of the blue he tell me tat he love me.damn it must be a joke rite.it should be.
broken;;
2:27 AM
Friday, April 22, 2005
it fridae!!at last.been so tired and sleppy in skoolz.i juz need some rest.this weekend gonna be long week for me as i wont be going to skoolz on mondae and tuesdae and wednesdae.maybe haven made up my mind yet.mon got 2.4km to run.veri lazy.keep failing by 1min.no thkx tues and wed go it.lazy.boring.and dont wanna noe the prevert there.still remeber last yr i went.i have no peace of doing my bisness inthe toliet.i cant even pee!!!they keep buzzing in the girl toliet.tan when i walk pass them.they ask me to follow them in the boys toliet.think wat im a bitch.hell no im not.
broken;;
2:31 AM
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
it raining.ligthing striking.thunder roaring.im scared.seriousely im scared.somemore i sitting next to the window.freaking me off...cant move away coz i got tons of homework.must finish my d&t tomorrow th last dae to pass up.i should done it earlier.but wasnt at home how to do...
in skoolz was reali boring.most ppl neber come.juz dae dreaming all dae long waiting for skool to end.tan when home.eat my luch at bk with fadziah and amela and sha.before went to bk.while walking at yishun ic.i saw fad.yesh i remeber the guy who sangup to sent me to tiz shop at gelyangon his BDAE!!!tan sent me home after tat he when to his dbae party.such a swit thing to do.i didnt call him as i heard from his frendz he found himself a girl.i scred im juz disturbing him.i wanted to shout his name but i scared he didn regonised me as im fatter now and wearing spec.where got look the same.been 4 month since he saw me...
broken;;
2:13 AM
Monday, April 04, 2005
thought of not going to skoolz todae.but tat sutpi faizal neber pick up his handphone.terpaksa pergi skoolz.though it would be veri boring mondae.but turns out it was a bloody great dae.i love it.english was normal.tan it was geography was quite interesting.it was pe.had to do punishment for one period for making too much noise.climb up and down th stair.after tat we had floorball.we haven start the game.justin got injurd.his head bleeding.blood streaming down his front head.a deep cut.chun lin did not purposely hit him.while mr tan called up his parent.after 10 min we played.onli got two gerl me and suzie.second round suzie didnt played.the boy played rough siak.unfair.one of them push me till i fall down.ouch.pain fucker my leg.but who cares as my team won 2-1.hurray!!!happie seh.after recess i was soo fucking embrassed kene scolded infront of the whole skool.juz coz zaidi talk to me.tan im the onlie one kene.damn it i soooo paiseh.tat pregnent man shouted at me...
broken;;
2:04 AM
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
