L I Y A N A' S . S E C R E T S


K O O K Y . G I R L
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.MY NAME.
Aimiliyana Shamsuddin

.BIRTHDAY.
15th December 1982

.SIGN.
Saggitarius

.I AM....
An obsessive compulsive who relish in organized mess, with a creative imagination and gets highly excited about purple monkeys.

.LOVES.
- Books
- Children
- Beaches
- Chocolates
- Rain
- Bigmo :)

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Tuesday, September 30, 2003
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A Naive Girl

mood: tired
music: Sanubari by Cradles
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A short poem..
dedicated to a girl i knew long ago..

I knew this girl from my childhood,
I grew up with her.
We had so much fun together,
playing games and dolls.
But I hate her the most now,
because of the person she became.

I saw her grow up, I saw her change.
I also felt her cry, and also her pain.
And I remember most was her beautiful smile
that is now hidden behind a wooden mask.

The reason I hate her so much
was that she was too patient.
Too heartbreakingly patient,
till people took it for granted.
They abused it even,
But they don't seem to see or feel her cry.

She would just let them be
so she won't have to lose them.
But I've told her many, many times,
"You can't go on living this way!"
"It doesn't matter what they do,
cos' I won't let it affect me that much.." her reply.

To this naive girl I know so well,
I just pray she knows what she's doing.
To this poor girl of low self-confidence,
the beauty she possess deserve much more.
To this sad, unloved girl,
I pray she realise that I am her strength...

1512hrs
written during Aesthetics Class