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Friday, May 04, 2007

i'm starting up my storytelling agaaaaain!
that's a good thing, yo.haha

now it's gonna be at Sengkang library and next week,
i'm actually holding a storytelling session in Rivervale Primary
(:(:(:(:(:

anyway!

here's getting some things straight.
i've heard from an old friend that apparently word has gone round that i was kicked out of plmgss.

nownow,
please know that i would probably say so if i really was.
as is,
NO, i wasn't kicked out of PL.
I was suspended, the period set to be a full term.
BUT
i chose to leave the school, as much as i really do love it, even up til now.

upon my withdrawel from the school,
in which the letter my mother wrote told about how Mr. Tang expressed that the school actually didn't want me in anymore,
Mrs Lee then replied saying that it was a huge misunderstanding and that no such thing was expressed and
"of course, we didn't want charis out of the school"

whatever, because what's been done is done and i am
supercalifragilisticexpealidociously HAPPYHAPPYHAPPY
at the new school i'm in.

i love PL, and i've got a fuck load of memories which i gurantee you,
will always always always be there.

i know i probably let a whole bunch of people down, and i really am sorry.
when you're a student and the teachers juggle marking a million papers as well as
dealing with kids who seem to spell trouble,
both student and teacher clash in every single way.
but when you're out of the situation,
(and you should know that you only realize this after you're completely out of the situation)
those teachers who used to pick on you(picking on is undeniable by the way)
the same ones that you used to practice voodoo on(just kidding)
are the ones who smile at those memories with you, crazy as they were.

what you go through in Secondary school makes you who you are today.
PL made me who i am today.
you can take a girl out of PL, but you'll never take PL out of a girl.

so gawddamn cheesy, i know.
but it's true.
my best times and my worse times happened when i was in PL.
i might be all of sixteen years old right now, but it's true.
i've spent close to ten years in that school
(that school,oh just opposite me right now)
haha

i've only been in Singapore for about twelve, thirteen years.
PL, both primary and secondary, saw me through a lot of stuff.
threw me completely and utterly into acting which i realized i was passionate for.
i won't hesitate to admit it, even when i'm older and hopefully doing what i love most,
and that is if it wasn't for PL and casting me in the PL Musical, i wouldn't have realized just how much i love acting.
particularly stage rather than on film.
if they didn't believe in me, just during those months while i rehearsed with everyone,
i might not have believed in myself.

PL's played a huge role in my love for acting and singing and has really helped me endlessly.
and i'll admit, fullstop!
it was after the musical that i realized that i love acting as much as singing and that it was something i wanted to do for the rest of my life.
if not for the musical,
i wouldn't have gone on to do stage performances with ACSI, SYF and all that.

being in PL also forced me to realize that if you want something, you have to go do it yourself.
you have to go get it.
you can't ride on the backs of your contacts and networks forever
that's when the audtions come in.

i owe a lot to PL.
i won't deny i was put through hell though.
i hated the hypocrisy there, the strong Christian values taught when teachers could lie through their teeth and lie about lying.
now, a teacher reading this might think i'm defaming PL.
but it's true, and yes many would agree with me.
but human beings are just human beings after all,
and yes, teachers are human beings too.
lying is inevitable in some cases.
the only thing i couldn't stand is how they'd condemn you for lying,
yet turn around and do the same damn thing.

there's a hell lot of ups and downs with PL.
and i still love em.

SO
get your facts straight.

1) i wasn't kicked out, i left
2) i still love PL, even if the feeling isn't mutual

- xoxo
charis loves you
11:35 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.