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Tuesday, March 07, 2006

i'm really really very tired of all this.

talked to twinnie and his friend as well
well, his friend said he didn't wanna be dragged into anything

my twinnie understood fully
apparently besides using similar language,
looking alike,
we have similar kind of relationships

she knew exactly what i was going through
cos it's happened to her too
many times actually

when something really matters to me,
i'd be able to wake up for it.
and i can't help feeling,
that if you cared about it,
somehow or other,
you'd be able to wake up.
you'd just want to.

guess this wasn't that much.
8/8.30 am soon became 10am
which soon became 10.47am
now it's 11am
it's bloody fucking 11am

fuck it
fuck it all
because i'm so fucking tired now
i'm so fucking tired.
i don't want to go on anymore,
but i know,
that it'll turn around and somehow i'll have that smile on my face again.

don't you see?
it's the littlest things that count.

i can't expect you to understand,
i won't.
fuck it

- xoxo
charis loves you
11:13 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.