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Sunday, August 28, 2005

i've been listening to this particular song.
and i mean,
it just seemed like any other song i like.
there was nothing special about it really,
i just liked it.
just liked the sound of it.

it's called Perfect by Maren Ord.

and i was singing it over and over while i was sitting at the computer, all alone i might add,
i kinda suddenly noticed and realized what i was singing.

i've been brought up to always be aware of what i'm singing.
so i won't go into church singing stuff like
"my neck my back, lick my pussy and my crack"

which is a habit i must admit,
i like and thank my mother for instilling in me.

so anyway,back to point.
i'm singing the song and what at first seemed like a wish for the world to be more perfect suddenly made sense to me.

Title : Perfect
Artist : Maren Ord

Don't close your eyes
They may not open
What if they open
Would you be alive
Everyone falls
But not everyone rises
Why don't you get up
And rise again for me

chorus
What if the world were
a little more perfect
Would you stop crying or
would you take the leap
What if the world
were a little more perfect
Would you open your eyes
and blink again for me

What about friendship
What about friends
You said the whole world
was against you
And it all had to end

What about love
What about family
What about all that
you have to live for
back to chorus

It isn't easy here without you
Why did you leave me
What am I supposed to do
(without you)
chorus

what do you think it says?
what do you think it talks about?
read into it.
i tried to understand it purely by listening to the song and failed so i read the lyrics and what i had thought the song meant, was in fact, correct.

so as i read the lyrics and sang the words,finally knowing what they really were,
i couldnt help but cry.
Maren Ord,or as it appears in the song, seems to be talking about a loved one who left.
suicide is all i can assume.

don't close your eyes,
they might not open.

- xoxo
charis loves you
2:52 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.