i officially hate tuesdays esp 14/9/04. marcus kor kor left with the company of papa to a 

england. i really miss him. just know at the airport, as i was hugging him, i was on 

the verge of crying but after he was out of sight, i broke down *sorry to anna for wettin her 

sleve and THANKS A LOT fo your shoulder* i felt so bad cos like all my relatives were laughing 

at me.. anyhow they gave me tissue! haha but i didn't regret crying cos if i don't then it would

be very difficult to control mysely cos the whole day i've been teary-eyed. i bet that this 

would not be the only incident that i would be crying. i will definitely cry maybe in school 

like the way i did when benjie kor kor when to paris recently as well. although it has been 

only round 1 hr since i saw him, i still imagine what he would doing now if he were at home. 

i'm in his room now.....the room is full of things just that the occupant is missing.  i remember 

how he would always nag at me when i cope the comp from him. 



PS: if you are reading this now kor, i want you to BE BRAVE

okay? aND i hope you like the presents esp what is in the book.



this is a song, CONCRETE ANGEL by Martina Mcbride

-it was introduced to me by geok joo. thanks alot, really very nice and i really need it now

too. so thanks again.



She walks to school with the lunch she packed,

Nobody knows what she's holdin back,

Wearin the same dress she wore yesterday,

She hides the bruises with a linen and lace ohhh,

The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask,

It's hard to see the pain behind the mask,

Bearin' 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 neighbors hear but they turn out the lights,

A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate,

When mornin' 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,

Her 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