alone i was
before your love
when i saw you
i knew my life was touched

i saw your smile
and then i knew
that everything i felt
inside was true

i saw your smile
and then i knew
that i was gonna spend
my life with you


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Thursday, March 02, 2006

damndamndamn

i have a literature test which i am supposed to be studying for.
notice the words,
supposed to be.

and i'm err
doing stupid quizzes online

school was extremely fun today
wonderful actually
no social studies allowed me and a couple of others to have an hour's nap in the middle of the day
math was nice
got back my paper on which i had written absolutely nothing besides a long poem to myself
my math teacher had read it actually
and she wrote back a note full of encouragement
and honestly,
i'm going to start trying harder in class

to know that she appreciated my increase in her math class hit something in me
and i realized
she cares

chinese was really nice too
very very interesting
and i'm getting ideas for my art which is pretty good

diddums
slept from 6 to about half 7
hung up after a 20min conversation
then rolled around in bed til nine trying to sleep but only succeeding in imagining how everyone was gonna be lined up for the photographs during my wedding dinner reception.
oh yes,
and how i was gonna thank vicky specially for being the pianist,
ner for being an emcee and bird for looking all dolled up in a dress

hey,
a girl can dream no?

ld tomorrow
i am so gonna go baby!
yes oh yes oh yes

heard some stuff that's been spreading out
alastair got to hear about it
oh gawd
i'm telling you,
how guys gossip
i have blogged once about how guys are just as bad gossip mongers as us girls
but really
dammit
i hate shit like that being spread
if the damn thing turns out true,
he's gonna wish he never had balls in the first place

it's not whether or not the rumour is true,
it's not really what other people will think of me or alastair as a result
it's that if it's stuff like this,
shut the fuck up
stupid bitch of a guy

dumdeedum
i'm off

oh
googling your name is fun
haha
no,
seriously.

a reason why it's better to be a girl,
PMS is a valid reason for murder.
guys,
do not piss us off
you've been warned

my sister told me a joke the other day:
a teacher told her class it had been scientifically proven that women live longer than men
"can anyone offer a reason as to why this is so?" she had asked.
a boy(mind, i say boy not young man),
a boy raised his hand and said
"that's because women don't have wives"

i'm alooone at hooome

- xoxo
charis loves you
11:12 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.