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Tuesday, September 13, 2005

hell,
school pissed me off today.

i think she's a really nice person,
fun, and a great friend.
but i don't like her as a teacher.
i almost hate her though this sounds so horrible especially when she's so sweet.

so yeaa,
she's annoyed at me cos i'm always missing school.
and today she went in a tight voice
"you'd better not miss anymore school.i'm annoyed charis, very annoyed"

if anyone knowing me reads this,
you'd know i get pissed at being told to do stuff,
especially like this.
if it weren't for exams around the corner,
hell, i'd skip school a couple more times just to piss her off.

as is,
i won't.

ok,
then there's this stupid fat bitch who sits in the office,
to bloody dumb to teach so she's here,
at this job,
being mean to students and her own little daughter.
occassionally selling crisps as an extra thing, but then she ends up eating them herself.

so anywayy,
before i go out to study without anything to study with,
i decide to go up to get my chem notes.
except enling's left with the key so i went to the office to ask for the master key.
she's sitting at the back of the office, not willing to speak up,
not willing to even bloody move her bloody ass a wee bit closer to the bloody window.
the conversation went as follows :

me: good afternoon,i'm a monitress but i don't have my classroom key.
may i have the masterkey?

fat bitch: i sorry, cannot.

me: no, the thing is, i'm actually a monitress

fat bitch: so where's your monitress?

(pause, is this woman like, retarded?)
me: errm, i'm the monitress m'am

fat bitch: *tuts* the one with the classroom key!-obvious irritation in her voice

me: she's left the school already, on her way home.

fat bitch: then you go call her back la!
- she starts laughing through her nose at this point. an extremely stupid laugh i might add, or maybe i'm just saying that cos she's irritated me-

me: -raised eyebrow- i can't exactly do that.

fat bitch: aiya you go ask mr yeo

you know what pissed me off?
not that she wouldn't pass me the key,
but she bloody effing couldn't!

hell,
she didn't even have the bloody key in the first place!
like, why the hell couldn't she just tell me i have to go to mr yeo straight?

but it's so typical of the people here though.
ie;

"do you have tissue paper?"
"why? what for?"
"i fell down and my knee is bleeding."
"aiyoh, i go with you see teacher"
"there's really no need, i just need tissue. do you have any?"
"sorry ah, i don't have."

why can't you just answer the question first?
why inquire the whole history, background, reason only to say
i'm sorry i don't have what you're looking for.

pure stupidity is what i call it.

pure stupidity

the classroom door's locked so i end up studying the only thing i have with me.
chinese.
whoo pee doo

- xoxo
charis loves you
9:48 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.