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Monday, July 09, 2007

i was browsing for Myspace layouts and when asked what i was doing,

i told him so.

Then, after i said that Myspace seemed easier and more interesting,

i had a sudden hurl of insults saying i was

"becoming singaporean"

because that was what Singaporeans cared about.

and simply, i was being

"childish"

please excuse me.

but pray tell, how in the world does getting a Myspace account make you childish/

more singaporean?

in fact, i got a myspace account because it seemed the least Singaporean thing to do.

everyone else seems all caught up with Friendster, so much so that it is rather annoying.

especially because many ah lians and ah bengs go

"wah lao. friendster sucks leh." but they still use it.

and for me?

oh i like friendster. it's nice i suppose.

works the same way as Myspace except, believe it or not,

i was actually interested in reading Paris Hilton's blog post and stuff like that.

there you have it(gasp!)

my reason for having a Myspace account, or at least,

one of my reasons.

the silly thing about all this is,

i wasn't doing anything to anyone, wasn't being a bitch and wasn't talking to random people.

i was minding my own business, and was just about to blog talking about my new Myspace account and my lengthy week ahead.

What he said, i feel, was uncalled for.

i mean, i understand your personal opinion is after all, your personal opinion.

but there's a difference between

"haha. i think that's so singaporean, a bit childish actually. cos no one really cares about these"

as opposed to

"you're becoming more and more singaporean. it's so childish. it is but it's up to you. i'm busy. laters"

i mean, do you really have to hurl insults at me just because i got a fucking Myspace page?

it's a bit silly and uncalled for right?

okay i'm really like very close to tears because this whole thing is like fuckingfucking stupid.

what the fuck.

enough.

moving on, i'm going blading tomorrow morning! yay me!

and right after that, i've got like, math tuition. haha. omgomg.

it's a crazy week ahead.

haha.

after tuesday, i've got

photoshoot on wednesday and partyparty with michelle.

the next day, i'll have like school and Chinese Oral.

haha. what the fuck.

but you know, i havn't gottent to spend any time with Michelle whatsoever,

since she got back from America.

and she'll be flying back like next tuesday.

aye.

why's everyone leaving!

okay so anyyywayyy.

COME DOWN TO SUNTEC CITY

THIS COMING SUNDAY

AT 4PM,

LEVEL ONE ATRIUM

IT'S TEENAGE ICON SEMI FINALS.

PLEASE CAST YOUR VOTES

I MIGHT OR MIGHT NOT GET THROUGH TO THE NEXT ROUND BUT NONETHELESS,

CHECK OUT THE AMAZING TALENT(:

okayyy. so i'm off now.

add me at www.myspace.com/chaaaris !(:

ps! if you don't know what to get me for

Christmas/ belated birthday present/ thanks for being a great friend charis - day,

then i'd looooove a bedsheet and duvet set(:

RED WHITE OR PINK.

xoxo

- xoxo
charis loves you
3:10 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.