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Saturday, May 21, 2005

walk-a-jog wasn't as bad as i expected .
we were made to stand out in the sun for goodness know what though .

went to seletar country club with the band after that .
bowling and pool .
sophisticated janice and i,
barbaric shufen and abi .

it's been ages since i went out and had fun with friends .
nice plain, clean fun .
i wonder where those times went,
where after-school hours were spent or rather,wasted in town,
on movies,or chilling out and simply being with each other,
much to the despair of our teachers .
now,
everyone's found something or someone else,
fun isn't fun without booze .
please tell me,someone,
that this is only for the moment .
that this'll only last for a while before everything returns to as it was before .

being where i was for those few hours,
it was like,
i was there and i wasn't .
honestly,
the band,we weren't ever like,
close or anything .
we don't hang out that much in school .
but we just gel .

it's wonderfully wonderful .
and the time i spent with them,unforgettable .
we walked a looong lonely road to get to the bustop .
except the road wasn't all that looong and lonely .
cos we were there,
even if it was just the four of us .
we were singing or practically screaming songs like
"cos you know i'd walk a thousand miles if i could just see youuuu"
and
"i walk a lonely road .on the boulevard of broken dreams"
and we'd hum the bits we didn't know .

the people driving past us probably thought we were nuts or something .
we're not far from it .
our band,who by the way,doesnt have a band name yet,needs funds=]
haha .
how does
supercalifragilisticexpiellidocious sound?
i'm up for that .
haha .
we still need funds anyway .
we're all hoping to work at abi's aunt's restauraunt .

world of my own -
i'm sorry .
so sorry,
for hurting you .
i guess
i don't really think
before the words spill
out of my mouth .
i love you .
i need you to know that .
i love you more than you'll ever know .

- xoxo
charis loves you
5:20 AM

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only yours baby

i'm charis vera Ng,
i'm NOT a Singaporean, i was born in UK
but i spent most of my four years in scotland
i love alastair(:
i'm doing my best to live for God though i often fail miserably

ok,try this:
you're this girl who's flown over to this country when you're no more than four years of age
you resent your dad for it,
and it doesn't help when things between your parents don't work out either.

so you miss your home terribly,
you miss going strawberry-picking,
you miss eating boiled eggs out of egg-cups
and you miss warm and cuddly Uncle John and Aunty Esther.

instead,
you find yourself forced to change
and adapt in a horribly hot place
where in primary school,
you meet cold,heartless little kids who ignore you and don't let you play "family"
just cos your accent is different.
early on,
you get weird looks and you find yourself going for recess breaks alone.
your classmates complain to the class teacher when you call them stupid
because they don't understand what to you is simple english.
but they leave you alone when you call them an imbecile
because they don't know what it means.
your primary 1 & 2 class teacher takes joy in complaining to your mummy
because she detests you.
she detests you for constantly correcting her english grammer and pronunciation in front of the class
you soon realize that you can actually gain and keep friends upon them finding out your mother's an actress
but by that time you've more or less forced yourself to lose your accent which makes communication a lot easier anyway.

that was the little girl charis,
now,
on top of that,
i can be a total biotch sometimes, towards people.
and don't tell me you aren't sometimes please.
but i try my very best not to bitch about people.
im a dangerous shopper(=
i never know what i want or need til i see it.

i don't like television.
now that's a first innit?HAH.
bet you never knew someone who didn't like tv
well i don't
and i'm not trying to be different and difficult
it's noisy and boring
i like music:)
i find eating a chore but i love snacking
figure that out
i find certain kinds of pain addictive,
no, i promise i'm still sane.

which is actually pretty remarkable for someone living here,
in this time and place
where you normally get loads of homework,
tests with questions that look like they're in foreign language,
and where everything's a competition to be the best,
the prettiest,
the most popular,
the most hated,
the thinnest,
the fattest, the coolest
the list goes on.
one shouldn't try to be something you're not,
but everyone knows that's easier said than done.
like duurh.