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Tuesday, July 25, 2006

HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY ALASTAIR LEONG BING LIANG

or belated

haha

i havnt really had the time to blog
took a day off school today to get my eye infection checked out

full run in front of the board of directors
they said i was excellent
and i think the full run went awfully well

even though my first scene was rather scary and all

haha

so scary that i forgot to diss the mother next door
(with her baggy clothes and facial products)

it went pretty well though
i mean,
who knows when we fluff our lines unless we,
stupidly,
let them SEE that we made a mistake
eh?
that's what i always say

so anyway

the run went good

and we'll be performing on the 8th of august
those coming for matinee show,
you're lucky cos of limited seats
those coming for the evening show,
you're even luckier

for those poor unfortunate souls,
(now don't i sound familiar)
catch it on tv,
highly probable it'll be a live broadcast before the news,
otherwise it'll be after

but whatever la
it'll be on tv
full stop
on the 8th
so keep watching tv that night

if you miss it,
you suck
then you must go but next month's teenage magazine so you can kick yourself for missing out on our once in a lifetime performance

for more details :

http://www.y2ynetowrk.com

the gallery isn't up yet
haha

i have to go sleep
im tired

goodnight world

- xoxo
charis loves you
11:31 PM

Comments: Post a Comment

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.