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Tuesday, July 24, 2007

i had an early night yesterday because, well,
i was ill and running a temperature that wouldn't reflect on my thermometer.

drifted in and out this morning,
swearing to myself, in my sleep, that i'll sleep in til four in the afternoon.
i didn't get that far,
i was up by noon.

Temperature at that time read : 37.9

Now don't be a smart alec and go
"oh but it's only 3 degrees more than the official you-have-a-fever-reading of
37.6"

Because my normal everyday temperature is 36.
Once i hit 36.6, i feel horribly sick, can't breathe, and officially,
at least it feels like it,
am running a slight fever.

I have finished two boxes of tissue.
well not all of it went to the nose blowing of course, but most of it did.

Last night was good, i suppose.
okay, it was great.
not as big as i planned it but,
oh wells.
i had fun, we had fun!

my twin is just such an absolute darling!
she called up(this is called twin psych thing cos i didn't tell her i'm ill/ hitting depression)
so anyway, she wanted to take me out for lunch and shop for heels.
i need to shop for heels to actually. haha
but anyway, i'm ill.
like so.
yea

i asked her over instead -
for tea.
Earl Grey and shortbread. or whateverr.
scones. yummy.

her phone call cheered me up immensely.

mom's home, and she still isn't talking to me.
righto.

on a much much lighter note:

HAPPY NINETEENTH BIRTHDAY ALASTAAAAAAIR!
OMG OMG. YOU'RE NINETEEEEN! IT'S YOUR LAST YEAR TO BE A TEENAGER ALREADY!

not that it changes anything because you still behave like a three year old. haha.

I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOOOOVE YOU!
AND I HOPE YOU HAVE A BRILLIANT NINETEENTH BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION(:

xoxo

that's about it for now i suppose.
my house is out of light enough food for me to eat.
no, seriously.
no canned soup (but we've got a packet of fish biscuits which came in free)
no bread.
i would've made oats but i realized our milk had gone off.
i havn't really been drinking our milk, maybe that's why.

temperature as of now: 37.6

feeling better, if just slightly.

oh my gawd. even sneezing hurts.

):

- xoxo
charis loves you
1:35 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.