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Saturday, July 25, 2009

Well yesterday school was kinda okay...
Bumped out cause I failed my maths test..... =(
Must go for remedial...
I don't cares I am goin to get atleast a B4 for my end year!!!

Okays so during history Mrs Shandy Boon told us that for now the Korea trip is still not settled yet. But those who signed up to go must give a comment on the blog to confirm if their parents still allow them to go seeing the current situation.

So yesterday after school did the choir notice board.
After the notice board went to BBT shop with Vanathi.

Hear stands the glass

When pain has tipped the heart of glass

And time finds no relief
So many things may come to pass
Stay true inside the grief
Where turns the clock that spins the soul
If trouble comes along
To chill the hurt and find the hole
Inside the heart done wrong

Somewhere beneath the moonlit glow
A burden's left to bear
Against the winds of winter's snow
A heart's caught unaware
Deep in the mind a turmoil comes
To shatter life it seems
Leaves the wounded heart unstrung
Among the broken dreams

Upon the shards of glass are tears
That time may try to heal
Inside the mind are wasted years
The soul tries hard to feel
But come the day that pain is eased
With hope the heart is caste
No strings to twine the pain apeased
'Til then...
Here stands the glass

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