Somebody's gonna get hurt real bad...

Just checked my results and, wow it's like what xinee said " beyond expectations" !! I did really bad and wait till my dad see's it..Somebody's gonna get hurt real bad....SOMEBODY !!

Three Little Birds

"Don't worry about a thing, 'Cause every little thing gonna be all right. Rise up this mornin', Smiled with the risin' sun, Three little birds, Pitch by my doorstep Singin' sweet songs Of melodies pure and true, Sayin', This is my message to you...."

Three Little Birds, BOB MARLEY & THE WAILERS

Am i sad for not being accepted in UCL ? Of course i am. I worked hard for my AS n trials for it but alas due to my stupidity i got rejected..but hey everything happens for a reason right !! Sometimes you get it ; sometimes you dont..So ya i feel ya BOB , every little thing is gonna be all right in the end, for the almighty God has plans for each and everyone of us..( Amen )

..Special thanks to : Ri , Ju Liang , Ping , dad , aunt & ms.Sujata for helping me out on the whole UCL incident..

PS: "UCL ur so gonna regret for not accepting me" =b & Rianne dont sleep too late !!!!

Alone Again, naturally....

In a little while from now,
If I'm not feeling any less sour
I promised myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower,
And climbing to the top,
Will throw myself off
In an effort to make it clear to who
Ever what it's like when your shattered
Left standing in the lurch, at a church
Where people 're saying,
"My God that's tough, she stood him up!
No point in us remaining.
May as well go home."
As I did on my own,
Alone again, naturally

To think that only yesterday,
I was cheerful, bright and gay,
Looking forward to, but who wouldn't do,
The role I was about to play
But as if to knock me down,
Reality came around
And without so much as a mere touch,
Cut me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt,
All about God and His mercy
For if He really does exist
Why did He desert me
In my hour of need?
I truly am indeed,
Alone again, naturally

It seems to me that
There are more hearts
Broken in the world
That can't be mended
Left unattended
What do we do? What do we do?

Now looking back over the years,
And what ever else that appears
I remember I cried when my father died
Never wishing to have cried the tears
And at sixty-five years old,
My mother, God rest her soul,
Couldn't understand, why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken
Leaving her to start with a heart
So badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken
And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally
Alone again, naturally ...