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Wednesday, September 20, 2006

she walks to school wiv the lunch she packed
nobody knows what she’s holding back
wearing the same dress she wore ytd
she hides the bruises wiv linen & lace

the teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
it's hard to see the pain behind the mask
bearing the burden of a secret storm
sometimes she wishes she was never born

through the wind & the rain
she stands hard as a stone
in a world that she can't rise above
but her dreams give her wings
& she flies to a place where she's loved
concrete angel

somebody cries in the middle of the night
the neighbours hear but they turn out the lights
a fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
when morning comes it'll be too late

through the wind & the rain
she stands hard as a stone
in a world that she can't rise above
but her dreams give her wings
& she flies to a place where she's loved
concrete angel

a statue stands in a shaded place
an angel girl wiv an upturned face
a name is written on a polished rock
a broken heart that the world forgot

through the wind & the rain
she stands hard as a stone
in a world that she can't rise above
but her dreams give her wings
& she flies to a place where she's loved
concrete angel


Concrete Angel ; Martina McBride.



i personally like the lyrics to this song. but after saying that, it's time for me to study. i'm getting terrified. ): 7 more days 1 more night til promos start, just thankful that the first week’s papers are NOT h2. (phew !)

oh yes, i was studying at the canteen after school when i saw some scribblings. “exams sucks” i wanted to reply back, i agree, then i ventured on to read the rest, i saw this RETARDED (hahas :D) picture, seriously retarded i swear, then i read the last line. “comeonkhai” was written, hahas. then i concluded that those (-points up) were drawn & written by khairiz. i bursted out laughing, lol. then i rmbed that indeed he was sitting where i was sitting then. (haha ?)


okay, this comp is officially having a bitch fit as well. eugh ! what's wrong wiv comps I wonder.


i'm learning malay. and the whole gang of them are bent on teaching me vulgarities in malay. (NOT FUNNY HOKAY !) still i stick to my most favourite line in the world “aku ta ta wu” (hopefully i spelt it correct) which means i don't know/understand. lol, cheap trick i know.




[edit]
i typed that post at like 7pm ? then my comp was bitch-fitting me and blogger refused to load. so yepp i STARTED on physics. guess what ? im still on page 4 of circular motion. (i started wiv that) like ha-de-ha, karolyn is dead ):















thank You Lord, for time


throw me a lifeline
9:27 PM

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