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Thursday, March 22, 2007

i should go jogging.
but i'm not
and i'm fucking tired and my feet hurt.
i need more fabric for my skirt
i shopped today and i'm actually very happy
i'm having gastric right now and it hurts like a bitch
i bought these cute sandals
and
andandand
i want you

anyway
i've tidied up my multiply site
(i didnt know we could pick out layouts!oh too cool!)
SO
you guys should go check it out.
it just takes a couple of clicks,
1) click on the world tab
2) scroll down
3) scroll PAST the archives and click on picture perfect
4) there isn't a step four because
TAAA DAAA you're there(:

it's got pictures, music, EVERYTHING
videos, stupid ones like vicky looking homeless and ann looking,
well ann na-ish in a box
on top of all that,
my oh so beautiful multiply site is linked to this blog
so you can read my blog posts from there

for people like VICKY
who never fail to emphasize how she hates the font size on my blog,
it would suit fine because the font there is bigger, blablabla all that jazz

i really love it, i think it's sooo me
and it'll be weird okay, reading this post FROM that site.
this entry should be disregarded!
mmhmm

even though i loooove this blog,
it would just make more sense to, you know,
just link the other since it's got everything else up there.
but see, this blog, you know,
being linked to that one and all, obviously has to be kept open.

so i blog using blogger,
and then the post comes out in two seperate
(AND BOTH SO VERY BEAUTIFUL)
web pages

oh joy!

PLUS
that one displays the title of my posts
and you know,
i always have SUCH nice titles which no one ever gets to see.

SO
enjoy the multiply site.

i'll be on tv acting as an ah lian!
the wonderfullness of it all

oh yes, what a bit of news and ohso all over the place!

- xoxo
charis loves you
1:01 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.