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Friday, July 13, 2007

i am so fucking sick that i'm seriously getting like,
worried.

i can't sing properly
and my entire body is like fucking aching.

i've got a fucking temperature and i had to miss lessons today

i can't fucking sing and i've got teenage icon on sunday.
i've got half a mind to just like, not go
so i don't embarass myself

then there's tomorrow's showcase.
i don't think anyone's gonna be there, it's not important.
and this idiot aquaintance i've made is a tad bit annoying.

so well,
i woke up this morning feeling quite good even though i still had a cough/phlegm/runny nose
i was reeeeeaallyyy looking forward to today
so i baked cookies!
Double Chocolate Chip(:

took medicine and ate at regular intervals.

i settled down with late lunch
and wanted to sleep off my medication before class.
i got worse though
and taa daa
here i am, clearing my throat (which is apparently quite bad)
reaching for lozengers and trying my damnest to take any medicine i can find so that i'll be better by tomorrow.

Fuck it.

my competition's important so i will fucking get better.

i've been cheered up immensely by a darling friend of mine, and so,
don't feel all that unloved.

i've made myself soup, soon mommy and janice will be home from watching hairy potty.

with all the great reviews about Transformers,
i'm terribly tempted to watch it.

i'm a sucker for good storylines
and bril acting.
i heard Shia (we call him the Even Stevens guy. haha)
is reeeeaally reeeaally good.
hmmm

i wanna watch Surf's Up too.

but first things first,
i wanna get beeeetter!

uh oh.

it's already like, 11:13pm.

i'm gonna go sleep early.
so that i will be up and sunny tomorrow.

cross my fingers,
i really hope i'll be better.

i'm scraping my low notes and croaking a lot.
if i'm ot well enough to do a good job on sunday,
i might not turn up.
or maybe i will, you know,
just to see if i can get in while sounding like a frog.

okay.
me want soup.

you know what? i looooove you too

- xoxo
charis loves you
11:16 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.