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Monday, September 04, 2006

last night was a bad night for me

but today was a wonderful wonderful day(:

steve irwin died!
he died when a stingray stung him in the heart,
he was filming a documentary at the time

it got me thinking
about how fragile life is

i mean,
yes he was cocky and i didn't get why he had to go round disturbing,
poking and proding crocodiles
but then,
i mean,
he seemed so big, so strong
he really filled up the screen

and even he can get killed by an animal who he's documenting

i mean,
of course you'd know he'd die
because well,
he is human after all

but to be killed like that

my word

anyway,
today was lovely
and productive

i still have a lot of stuff to finish with macbeth though
then again,
it's the only subject i can do something about

oh yes,
and i'm going to start getting tutored in math
and hopefully,
i'll go back to chinese as well

yes,
believe it or not
charis wants to improve

erm
well yes
okay

i'll blog more

the whole point of blogging was just cos i had the intention of changing my blog song
if it works,
it's sexaaaaeee

and i know my baby darling buu will envy me
that's right,
envy me!

que: evil laughter

mmmm

okay whatever
i've been having occassional bout of high-ness the whole of today

okay
yes
whatever

i have a photo shoot tomorrow
i'm supposed to be like in some counselling session for smoking

well if i become a poster girl,
it'll just prove how well it works the next time you see me smoking on the streets

mmmm
lets get high baby

siempre me quedara

- xoxo
charis loves you
10:00 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.