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Tuesday, July 17, 2007

ink leaks from my pen,
forming words i hardly recognize as my own.
seeping through paper,
staining the white silk tablecloth,
like you did my heart.

take the paper and leave,
like you.
the mark,
still there,
visible and pained.

a scarr,
a memory that cannot,
even if i tried,
be erased.

your fingerprint,
upon my soul

will i, forever be condemned to see this, read this, feel this?
to love you from such a distance and yet be close enough to touch you,
feel you, and kiss you.

to love you, and know/ believe that you do love me too and yet,
be horribly desperate for reassurance (which i am hardly allowed)
and be so upset, that i cannot read your love,
barely feel it, but am
to know it,
simply by gut feel and belief?

must i, do i really have to,
sit in such a mix of emotions
and be overwhelmed by such a sense of,
hatred, almost.
jealousy, if i may,
sadness and just a hint of -
loss.

will there be an end to this?
i can hardly stand it.

it's repulsive and i shiver,
each time.
refusing to cry
and just left wondering -
why in the world i feel this way

i've never needed to make myself clearer,
have i?
and i will not now.

- xoxo
charis loves you
1:17 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.