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Tuesday, June 28, 2005

i got off the bus at serangoon central today.
went into seven eleven just like i used to everyday two years ago.
and all of a sudden these memories start rushing back at me,
i see elizabeth messing around with those chip things that they're still selling,
i see a few of us crowding out the slurpee,
drinking and refilling before we pay .
haha

i got myself a drink,paid and walked out.
walked along that familiar route to where i used to wait for the bus,
past the newspaper stands where elizabeth would occassionally buy a magazine,
all the way past the 158 stands where elizabeth and i used to argue about whose turn it was to wait for the other's bus.
right up to where i used to wait for bus 81 .
i remember it had come to point where i was taking bus 81 so often that i forgot the route on bus 53.

miss those times

swamped with stuff from school,so wasn't looking forward to today but it wasn't that bad in the end .
a heck load of crap to hand up.

was in the physics lab today when vicky started saying something about a big bug around our area,
yelping, i got off my chair .
screamed when i saw that thing fly under vicky's legs,
and you wouldn't believe it,
we saw a whole nest there .
it was bloody effing disgusting.
revaulting .
don't want to think about it anymore .

- xoxo
charis loves you
5:00 PM

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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.