Sunday, July 11, 2004

money tree.

oh money tree,

do thy exist?

oh please, i'm strapped,

i'm penniless.

to go on with life

with no cash,

is trying to live

without any breath (ahaha. stupid line. what the hell?!)

oh money tree,

if thy exist,

where art thou?

i want to shake you off,

of your leaves of green and plastic,

so i can go on with life again.








okay. lame attempt at poetry. but hell, i am in real need of cash. one moment, i'm damned well-off, and the next moment i'm like the matchstick girl.


tomorrow's the last paper for mids. amath. i shall survive. oh, and then there's mock prelims for higher malay. like what else is new? thank god i managed to finish my art paper yesterday. i was panicking when mrs sim came up to me,"work faster. use a bigger brush, atiqah".. and boy did i use a bigger brush alright..


my brother's job is so boring he calls his girlfriend every 15 minutes..(or so i felt that way..) it's kinda weird that her sister's gonna get married soon. then it's gonna be her next. and its a huge probability that it's gonna be my brother. and that means that i'll be next. as if that is my greatest worry but it sickens me that i'd be tied down one day.. sooner or later.. whatever. i just wanna do well for my o's for now. yeah.


ex-rosythians. esp malay students from batch '00, cikgu shuhada sufri's in the papers! and she's wearing the tudung! and her anak is so cute!.. actually, i just miss her. ya ya, i still have that tile thingy she gave me, do you? gosh. i'm bored. and my blogging today was forced by a source that prefers to be anonymous and that is irritating cos by the time he reads this line, he'd be laughing his ass off but would NEVER, EVER leave a comment or something.


so here's to you, mr *********.. (asteriks are not typed to scale)


died-ed at 2:39 pm
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Monday, July 05, 2004

and long ago,

i lost my soul to some forgotten dream.

how was i supposed to know it wasn't what it seemed?

and even though the last hello has left me on the floor,

i don't believe in romeos and heroes anymore.


did you know that you used to be my hero?

and all the days you spent with me,

now seem so far away,

and it feels like you don't care anymore..


and now...

it's hard to wake up,

when the shades have been pulled shut,

this house is haunted, it's so pathetic, it makes no sense at all.

i'm ripe with things to say, the words rot and fall away

if this stupid poem, can fix this home, i'd read it everyday..


'cos i'm just a kid,

and life is a nightmare,

i'm just a kid,

and i know that it's not fair.

nobody cares cos i'm alone and the world is having more fun than me




in other words, i'm a just a kid, and my life got cold because i couldn't be perfect. and here's my holiday. and i really hope i'll enjoy this time 'cos i wouldn't want to give it all away.


life's so mundane.


died-ed at 10:18 am
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