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Wednesday, December 13, 2006

They, asked me how I knew,
My true love was true,
I of course replied, something here inside,
Cannot be denied.

They, said some day you'll find,
All who love are blind,
When you heart's on fire, you must realize,
Smoke gets in your eyes.

So I chaffed them, and I gaily laughed,
To think they would doubt our love,
And yet today, my love has gone away,
I am without my love.

Now laughing friends deride,
Tears I cannot hide,
So I smile and say, when a lovely flame dies,
Smoke gets in your eyes,

Smoke gets in your eyes

oh and doesn't it hurt like a motherfucking bitch
so bad that after a while,
you can't find the tears to cry anymore

okay should stop being excessively reflective and getting all emo.
honestly

last night was a gorgeous night out

after walking all over labrador park and following that up with a movie at the omnimax theatre we still were far from the main activities of the night
which included getting our jeans soaked with fish water at the jurong Fish Port as well as hanging out at a graveyard.
we also stopped in the middle of empty roads to dance around,
do weird mtvs and of course,
indulge our hyped up photographers.
namely mason, alastair and my little sister
(who was ill and pissed off with the uncooperative camera, all at the same time)

the moring ended or rather,
started off with crispy roti prata,
after which we were all sent back to bed

i myself crawled into my queen sized sanctuary at about nine in the morning

jurong fish port was extremely interesting i must say
fish of all shapes and sizes were there just making your jaw drop lower and lower
there were three baby sharks which of course made me quite upset
but you know,
what can you do?
people eat them

all in all,
everything was lovely and if i can, pictures will be up.

i'd like to rant about bloggers who are quite a waste of space,
namely someone who definitely knows of her rising popularity and harps on and on and on about it.
but you know what?
i'll be nice and dedicate an entry to her

for now, ta!

xoxo

- xoxo
charis loves you
5:38 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.