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Friday, September 30, 2005

my hands,
bruised and swollen
my fingers,
cut and bleeding

i know my tears are of self pity,
but can i help it?
can anyone else,
if in my situation?

i am the only one in my whole class,
and possibly even the whole level,
who wants to go into the art class.
His class in particular,
Mr. Leow's class.

yet i am probably the only one who can't do a simple paper cut properly.
the only one who struggles with such a simple piece
while others work,
in a matter or hours,
complicated and well designed art pieces.

i am likely to be the only who who'll fail.

then what happens?
when my grades aren't good
and when the one thing i don't have to study for is still messed up when done by me.
what happens i ask?
what happens?

Dear Father,
it's your daughter speaking here.
she's lost Father,
she doesn't know what to do.
she's in despair Father,
and she feels ever so alone.

how can something she loves so much be so hard Father?
and how can the world turn its back on her when she's the most alone?
but i Thank You Father,
for mummy,
the only person who was there.

Father,
help.
i'm tired and i don't know what to do.
i'm lost Father,
and i don't know where to go.
help Father,
help.

- xoxo
charis loves you
10:51 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.