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Monday, January 01, 2007

happy new year,
have a fucktastic 2007

had fun at stacy's
and omg
i've been having this urge to club
and drink

but then again,
i've been drinking a hell lot these couple of weeks.
more specifically,
since the sentosa hut

and pretty much non stop
but not enough til i pass out
i think i got the highest at erm
ann's party?
compliments of her older sister

anyway,
i do hope everyone's been having fun
school starts on wednesday and (oh how brilliant this idea is)
we assemble at serangoon north ave one and walk all the way back
like hello?
i have to wake up an hour earlier for that

whaaat the fooook.
and i then have to walk all the way home
i think next year,
i'll walk home during recess to SLEEP
in my gorgeous sanctuary.
haha

nice countdown
xxx : EH MIDNIGHT ALREADY
xxx2 : no la five more minutes
xxx3 : midnight already la!
xxx4 : oh ya hor. eh eh happy new year.

hahaha
hilarious
of course it just got better when the guys came

OMG OMG OMG
SOOORYA'S BAAAACK
gawd i love annoying him=D

my wonderful evening was kinda ruined
and honestly,
i'm a tad but pissed off
because you know,
many times it's the way she says things,
also of course,
the contents and the words she bloody uses
and frankly,
it fucking pisses me off.

but you know,
world wide web,
so i'll bitch about this somewhere else.

laaadeedaaa
i've got a whole year stretched out in front of me
and i'm hoping it'll work out.
i'm starting singing classes!
i knowww!
hahaha
i'm really quite excited
you get to do gigs for exposure and stuff and eventually, when you're good enough,
they'll help you cut a cd
(no promises of course)

aye,
promises promises.
haha

have a happy life y'all

all my love

happy new year indeed

- xoxo
charis loves you
2:38 AM

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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.