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Thursday, February 22, 2007

i liked today,
alot(:

do you know how you make me feel?
how i ached when you said what you did,
because i felt so bad;
i didn't want you to be the last to know
really i didn't.

do you know how much you've meant to me,
and how important you are?
because you should know,
really you should

'nuff said

i loved today

now,
i'm going to help my sister with homework

ohtheamazement
cos i don't have any of my own eh?

get over it bitches,
i wrote a poem today
it's on my poem blog(:

sameold sameold

to the world that has been suddenly drawn here,
(if you have been drawn here, you'll know it's you) :
no,
i won't be doing the public apology because well
when i got molested and the guy got caught,
even he didn't have to do a public apology

those who have defamed the school havn't been made to do a public apology either

so you know what,
since it's all too clear anyways, i'll just spit it out raw for you darlings.
here, when you fall from grace they burn you, torture you and make sure the entire world knows about it

public apology because i've shamed the school?
i think not.
rather,
i think it is because they want everyone to see
how once upon a time, i represented so much but lookie look,
i've fallen and i must be marked and stained with shame

bear that in mind sweethearts,
when you hear the news flying about

lovelove!

- xoxo
charis loves you
10:19 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.