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Monday, June 26, 2006

one of the two days in the whole year where my shoes are white
mmmmhmmm

oh i just had to remember how clean my shoes are before it become another rotting foot cover.
haha
like the one vicky saved outta the trash

haha

SO
first day of school was really good and really fun=D
i woke up in a pretty good mood
breakfast with baby buu, marisse, mark the fart, jerome and some other pretty cute guy with a chinese name

went to school and basically realized we'd wasted our time packing our school bags and on top of that, wasted energy and arm muscles carrying the shit load of school books because in the end, we didn't have lessons

which of course,
no one's complaining about

got high,
got pink

played truth or dare

lotsa truuuuths
and oooh baby, lotsa dares

kissykissies,
lickylickies and push ups where lips meet

i have a whole lotta videos butbutbut the format's different from phone to com
so i'll figure out a way to like,
you know,
spread the love
haha

oh yes, today was good
today was fucking good

had lunch with the little sister, buu, ann & marisse in school
had drinks which we didn't buy from school
shared mixed juice out of our "holy grail"
which was really good by the way

was actually just gonna pick up my very white,
very weird looking sculpture but in the end,
i stayed back and painted it
little sister helped as well

after that kinda headed home
i was so fucking tired
and my ringing brain was fucking killing me
slept til tampines
laadeedaa

bus-ed it home from there
went through a fuck load of shit to get mummy to let me go out again tonight
and actually,
to be honest,
i was really looking forward to tonight's thing
really looking forward to it
rushed through bathing,
got dressed up

but you know,
life fucks you up sometimes
life fucks you up bad

so what the hell
you cry a bit
but i guess all i can say is that,
even though the whole evening,
(getting yelled out by mom, going to lengths to get her consent to go out tonight)
turned out to be a huge fucking joke
(cos in the end i didn't go out)
i'm glad mummy was okay with cooking for me last minute and dinner was nice=D

schoolschoolschool
i couldn't fucking get to sleep til like 3am last night
oh gawd
ugh
i have to go to sleep early

today was a mixture of good and bads basically
mainly good
but i was in a good mood

okay whatever whatever
i have shiat to do

girl kisses and good days

- xoxo
charis loves you
10:16 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.