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Wednesday, May 10, 2006

ohohoh!

my blog thingie can be entered into now(:
yay.

so i'm home,
alone.
talking and singing to myself.
still a little bit too sick to busy myself with excercise.
or maybe that's just an excuse

anyway,
did a couple of really nice pictures yesterday(:
i think this week is really really relaxing for me.

whoopeedoo

i browsed through all my old testimonials
and they really made me smile
i guess these are the small things which are special

it take just a few minutes to write a testimonial or two
and we hardly think much about it
but a couple of years down the line,
the recepient of that testimonial looks back,
and smiles.

it's more than just things like
"tis ger ish veh enthu"

it's things like
"don't care about that bitch and that william hung guy.
how's unbaked bread?baked already?" -bird

or stuff like
"i love you" -vick

it's these tiny tiny things
which take barely a minute to type out,
yet they mean so very much.

anyway,
you guys ought ta check out my pictures(:
cos i actually spent time uploading them.
haha
wheee
oh whatever
they're under the link,
picture perfect

okay
i think i'd better be off
vicky's home today as well

oh yes,
i'm home today,
because when i missed english yesterday,
mrs O and mrs B wouldn't belive how i could have diahorrea in the toilet for a whole hour.
thinking of it,
it really isn't hard to belive.

i mean you come out,
and you're hit with another bout of tummy ache
50 mins passes very fast when you're running in and out of the toilet like that
but whatever
B called mummy
and she made the mistake of implicating that my mom always covers for me.
it's pretty stupid actually

and they were extremely unreasonable because they demanded that i get a doctor's note to cover my absence in english class.

hello?
pay my twelve bucks for me and maybe i will.
but well,
they didn't and i still went to the docs anyway

you see,
it's pretty fucking stupid if you think about it
unless they check they drainage system in the toilets to see if anyone had diahorrea,
there isn't anything to prove that i had diahorrea
eve if i went to the doctors,
they won't shove their fingers up my ass and check to see if i had diahorrea that day and then go to the trouble of giving me an excuse slip for my absence in english class
anyway,
mummy was pretty damned cheesed off
i mean,
fuck i'm trying my best,
i've been coming to school for like two,three weeks in a row AT LEAST

my point is,
even if i did cut class,
i wasn't even supposed to be in school to begin with!
i was supposed to leave after the math test
i stayed for the last fifteen minutes of art
and this is what i fucking get for defying my mc and coming to school,
that i'm told i cut class
when i'm supposed to be outta school anyway

mrs O:
if you're in the toilet having diahorrea for a whole hour,
you should be at home!

me:
(annoyed)
er, that's why i'm getting my release form signed so i can go home

mrs B didn't believe me, and she said she was disappointed.
mrs O said that "this had happened so many times,"
she doesn't know what to believe

FY fucking I,
this is only the second time it's happened,
that i've missed her class
the first time was on a wednesday in term 1 when i came to school late and she didn't believe me

what the hell does she want?
i hate english,
but still i work hard and i topped the class for the last test.
as off today,
i've got articles written out for her dumbass newspaper assignment

i swear i love school,
it's just a lot of teachers that i detest
their friggin unreasonableness.

oh and by the way,
i won't be performing for the mother's day dinner
simply just because i won't be attending the dinner itself and neither will my mom.
figure that out.
when i'm perfectly alright with performing and then just disappearing

- xoxo
charis loves you
3:40 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.