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Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say.
I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way.
For all the dirty looks, the photographs your boyfriend took,
Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor?
I'M NOT OKAY
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
You wear me out
What will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems?
(I'm not okay)
I told you time and time again you sing the words but don't know what it means
(I'm not okay)
To be a joke and look, another line without a hook
I held you close as we both shook for the last time take a good hard look!
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
You wear me out
Forget about the dirty looks
The photographs your boyfriend took
You said you read me like a book, but the pages all are torn and frayed
I'm okay
I'm okay!
I'm okay, now
(I'm okay, now)
But you really need to listen to me
Because I'm telling you the truth
I mean this, I'm okay!
(Trust Me)
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
Well, I'm not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
(Okay)
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Couldn't blog yesterday. Had tuition. Then Michael came back. You know what that means. I using the com. illegally. Muhaha... ... Technically, it is not because Dad told me the password. But then... Forget it. I'm not going to debate with myself. Haha... I'm so lame.
Anyway, My tutor is so annoying. She treats me like a little kid, like I'm so stupid. Ok, ok, so I'm not her brightest student, but that doesn't give her the right to treat me like that. She keeps indirectly telling me that I'm stupid. At least, she is going to China for 10 days. Yay!!!
Charis!!! What is ZH doing here? Get him out of here!!! Don't ask me why. He's YOUR friend. He's my ACQUAINTANCE a.k.a. my partner-in-crime (which is, mind you, still in progess) Muhaha... ... But I sided you yesterday. Aiya, I side the 'bad' side. Muhaha...
Oh ya! Lesley, don't do what you think you'll regret. Yesterday, she wanted to qifu me. And get Kat and Katt to join in. Hmph! What it was I shalln't say 'cause it will affect us both. Lesley, don't say I didn't warn you. DO WHAT YOU WISH, BUT BEAR IN MIND THE CONSEQUENCES. And I have somehing I can threaten you with. Muhaha... ... ( For those of you who must know or you'll die, it has something to do with ____. You fill in the blank. X) )
Yay!!! Mum came back with Gummy bears and chocolates, from Australia. It has been ages since I ate Gummy bears. I ate only the orange, yellow and transparent bears. Haha... Must eat the head first. Muhaha... Mutant head-less gummy bears. Haha... I'm SO lame.
My bro. saw the B.E.P. song Lesley sent me and wanted to listen to it 'cause he said that the title was familar ( it was his friend's MSN name.) My father saw the title and his expression was like eh... o...k... I think he thought that the title was Don't F*** With My Heart. Haha... ...
Speaking of Lesley and the B.E.P., did you know that Lesley doesn't like the B.E.P.? How can anyone not like the B.E.P.? Ok, maybe some people. But last year, Lesley was listening to them and now she doesn't. And you what is her reason? 'Cause my mum says that they use vulagar words in their songs. SO?!?! Gwen Stefani does that too. Avril Lavinge too.
Anyone found someone to interview for History? Mum said to go interview my neighbour. 'Cause her son needed help for his assignment and Mum helped. Right... Whatever. I did zhanbao already. 1 only. My tutor made me. And scolded me for not being able to write some words. She scolds me for everything. Wrong seqeuncing of the strokes, scold. Pronounce wrongly, scold. I'm just learning Chinese not learning to be a teacher or translater or something.
My maid is going back this Saturday. Ah!!! My father is already telling us to go do stuff. When my maid is gone, I have to do chores. Crap! What's more is do you think Michael will do his? I have to do, I think. And Mum will be home during that period of time, which is 3 weeks.What a happy holiday this will be. Yay. :
Gtg. Michael will be back soon. Chao!
_broken_
10:43 am
T a g b o a r d
A b o u t M e
Cassie
13
17 Feburary
MG
Singapore