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Friday, July 22, 2005

distance distance distance

you know the common misconception that girls are such gossip mongers?
hah.
the irony!
what utter bullshit.
i can safely say,honestly and without a doubt, that guys gossip more than girls.
aand,they gossip anytime anyplace as well!

during rugby,
"Hut 1!Hut 2!" is that even what they say?haha
"hey! *pant pant* did you hear *deep breath* about Mrs so and so's *huff huff,pant pant* love affair?!"

during swimming,
"race you to the other end!by the way, *dives into water* did you hear *under water* about...."

in the canteen,
-chair dragging,over the food fights.

during class,
"yes sir, i'm sorry about the homework. i assure you i will hand it in to you first thing tomorrow morning sir. thank you for you tolerance sir,my greatest apologies sir. *sits down* Eh! you got hear about the that one the teacher not?liddat in public kana police catch wor!"

ok enough about gossipping guys,there's bitchy guys too .
i so do not want to talk about it please .

ever read a love story?
ever got moved to tears?
ever wanted to just read it over and over again and not stop?
read and re-read the lines for hidden information,
for some small tiny detail that you might have missed the other million times you read it.
i have .

and i read it today,
not from the beginning,but from the beginning of the end.
and then the end.
over and over,i read through it.
held,captivated by the words, the feelings,the pent up emotions inside.
i cannot really describe how i felt then,or how i feel now, the author of this love story being someone i'm so very close to now.
i wondered how and what he felt as he typed out the words,
i imagined him sitting there,in front of the computer,
i could almost see and feel,almost taste the tears.
almost feel the frustration.

i don't know what made me read it,maybe it was the closest i could get to him at that point in time.
but like a love story, a romance novel you cannot put down.
i could not bear to stop reading what i had started,
the story that, i realized, i in a way,came into in the sequel.
no,not only could i not stop reading,i felt compelled to read it over and over and over again.scrutinizing every singe phrase,each sentence. peering closely at it then moving back to read from afar.

no,i couldn't stop reading it. i couldn't bear to. not at all.

- xoxo
charis loves you
10:45 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.