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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)
Saturday, May 28, 2005
I woke up at around 8 today. I was home alone. My maid went to market. She told me. I was like ya, mmm... cause I was like sleeping. Dad and Michael had already went to Hwa Chong. But Dad came back at around 9, so no freedom. But he allowed me to use the com. and he is in the living room listening to his music. But Avril Lavigne is drowning it. Haha... Nana... Stand up make some noise... He wasn't what I wanted...
I could have blogged in the afternoon yesterday but my tutor, lah. She called at around 1.45 p.m to 2pm saying that she is coming. When my maid told me, I was like CRAP HER!!! Do you know what it is like to plan to use the com. and then maybe spend some quality time with your bed and then to have all that dashed cause of your tuition. CRAP MICHAEL!!! It was his fault he didn't tell my tutor that he got SMO. Then my dad told her (my tutor). At first, tuition was only for Michael, then she decided to have it for me also. I didn't finish her work. But she said nevermind cause change time.
I am addicted to the songs Kat and Les sent me. Avril Lavigne- He Was'nt. Busted- Year 3000. Good Charlotte- Predictable. Simple Plan- Perfect World. The SP song was sent by Kat. Can someone send me more? Blink 182- All The Small Things. McFly- Hynotised. Ryan Carberra- 40 Kinds of Sadness. Please. Thanks.
Mum is coming home today. Going to airport to pick her. Her fight arrives at 10:50 p.m. Wonder what she bought. Haha... Oh crap. That means my 3 weeks with her are coming. It is not that I don't like to spend time with Mum, it is just that I don't wanna spend so much time with her. It is 75% of my hols. No privacy. Not that much anyway. But no choice.
Kat sent me Hpynotised. Yay!!! Speaking of Kat, Charis, just so you know I told her. The thing lat year... Yes?!?! Good. Anyway, her reaction was a bit the out.
Kat: ok.
Kat: ok.
Me:anythg else to say other then ok.
Kat: haha.
Me: what is so farnie.
Kat: nthg.
I bugged her and then she left for lunch. Speaking of which, may I know what is so funny?
Oh! I beat Charis. Yay!!! Go Cassie, it's your birthday. Haha... I got highest in class for English. 72, which means A2. But heck. It is good for me. Next semester, A1. Haha... Chinese was not so good. B4. Actually, if my tutor isn't around, it would be considered good. But, she ha shigh expections. She teaches someone in SBC, I think. Diane got highest in class for Life Sci., History and Geog. Not fair. But I don't care...
Have GB on the last Friday of the hols. Apparentally, we are going to play team-building games with the Sec.2s. It makes us sound like little kids. Haha... I can't imagine playing with them. Especially, some of them. Some are quite scary. Some are not, like my da jie, (:D), Amelia, Amanda, Melissa, and some others.
Gtg. Have to eat lunch. Au reviour (is it spelt correctly?).
_broken_
10:51 am
T a g b o a r d
A b o u t M e
Cassie
13
17 Feburary
MG
Singapore