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Thursday, October 30, 20088:35 PM






Concrete Angel











She walks to school with the lunch she packed . Nobody knows what she's holding back . Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday , she hides the bruises with the linen and lace . Oh , 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 and the rain . She stands hard as a stone . In a world that she can't rise above . But her dreams give her wings . And 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 and the rain . She stands hard as a stone . In a world that she can't rise above . But her dreams give her wings . And she flies to a place where she's loved . Concrete angel . A statue stands in a shaded place . An angel girl with an upturned face . A name is written on a polished rock . A broken heart that the world forgot . Through the wind and the rain . She stands hard as a stone . In a world that she can't rise above . But her dreams give her wings . And she flies to a place where she's loved . Concrete angel .

Went Besty's house and make her blogskins for her today. Dont know why , left the house with no mood. The songs , the skin , my lunch . Really dont know what happen but these three made me moodless the whole day. Walked to white sands. Trained to Paya Lebar. Took cab from there to Tanjong Katong Sec. Mr Ng send de map no use de :x State nearest mrt station is Paya Lebar but on the map no train station.Had rendering course, tampines sec only 5 people. Four boys in topaz and me in uniform. Mixed with Tks people and Macpherson sec 3s. Bused and trained home.