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hrmm. my name is syAza. some people call me syAz. im quiet at times. loud at times. depends on who im with. i was educated in FuchunPri. and i am now bein posted to WoodlandsRingSec. i hate that skOol. no offence. i hate skOol life. it sucks. but what is great about it is e fact tt your friends are alwaes there for you. i survive depression by choking on chOcolates & writin my feelings. i can get too emOtional at times. ermms, other than that, im a cheerful girl. will definitely be nice, if you're nice to me. i loike to irritate ppL. and get them to start laughin. guess that's just me. but once i start to laugh, kinda hard for me to stop. heh. dunno why. ermm, i hate liars. urgh. and betrayal. and those who pretend to be your friends but they actually stabb you behind your back. i hate criticisms. but sometimes i am sarcastic. cycnical, even. i lurrve listenin to music. hmm.. prefer songs which i can relate my feelings to. and sunsets are a beauty to watch. rainydaes are my favourite. hmm.. other than that, i lurrve goin to e movies. and spendin time wit my friends & cuzins. and, oOo! i lurrve chOcolates. well, who doesnt rite? i think those who dont loike chOcolates arent normal. i like e colour black. and i hate it when ppl judge me without knowin or even botherin to get to know who i really am or what i'm like. and well, thats a brief description of me. but hey, everyone has different thoughts about a person. and i might think too much about what somebody thinks of me, but i know we can never change the way they think.  




+ why didn't no one hear? //  it echoed throught the walls // it bounced off the buildings // yet no one hear her calls // she poured her heart out // to show how she was really lost // she screamed her lungs gone // and this is her cost // this is what she gets // for screaming so loud // for trying and trying // to make at least a big sound // hollow eyes from starving // but all from free will // cuts moving to becoming scars // and a tremble that just won't stay still // she will die soon // unheard, of like her start // because no one heard her calls // no one heard the echoing of her shattered heart +