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Tuesday, July 03, 2007

okay, if you guys have been to my new place,
you'd realize that we've left our black table outside due to the major lack of space in our tiny apartment.

well, it's been taken.
and this is like the second fucking time already.

recently i've started to get annoyed at every other little thing regarding this new place.
sooner or later, i know i'll have to stop tracing it all the way back and saying
"if my parents didn't split up this wouldn't happen"

i don't want my grouse to get incredibly out of control and have me just hating this damn place.
after all, i do like it because it's close to my friends, making it much easier to stay in touch.
it's also quite centralised, considering.

back in pasir ris, mommy once left her purse outside her house and our neighbours took it and kept it to give it back to her.
nothing was lost.
it's a purse for heaven's sake, which is easier to take and use(with all the cash inside)
as opposed to a fucking huge table which requires at least two people to take.

already, our mini bookcase which was left on this table had been taken and refused returning the last time our table went missing.

more so for it's sentimental value to us, what good is it to whoever's taken it?
the people living in this area,
are they like living on the edge of poverty and so incredibly skint and broke that they're eating off the fucking floor?

i am so fucking pissed off right now okay.
like damn fucking pissed off.

argh.

my table was still out there when i went down to meet bird at about nine plus i think?
and we were awake the whole time
so obviously, my guess is,
our table was taken in the middle of the fucking night.

gawd. what the fuck

- xoxo
charis loves you
2:19 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.