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Thursday, August 09, 2007

HELLO HELLO

soo. the pictures for the photoshoot are out.
i look good in five out of six of them(the last one was a fucking candid okay!)
here's the link:

http://www.bigisgorgeous.com/index.cfm?GPID=35

Go check it out babies.
Plus, tomorrow, Sept issue of Teenage magazine should be coming out.
go check that out too.

as great as the pictures on the website look,
i'm upset that they're FREAKING TINY

gawsh.
i swear!
they're really really tiny pictures of me and Rohaida and even pris.
poooooft.

If any of you have a way of like, enlarging pictures,
do me the favour okay?
haha

i don't know how bad/good i look in teenage mag, so on second thought,
maybe you shouldn't go buy it just yet.
haha
diddums.

go check out the site and buy lots of stuffs okay!(:
the dresses are like reeeeeaaaally preeeeeetty.
and if any of you are free, drop my Plaza Singapura on August the 17th.

right outside (where starbucks is)
is where Fashion Theatre is taking place.
you can squeeze squeeze a bit and catch a glimpse lah.
haha

anyway,
i've spent like foreverrrr tidying up my room(& i'm done except for two more areas)
so i'm like damn damn happy about that(:
i just absolutely love sitting in my room, hearing calming sounds of waves and dolphins,
smelling my beautiful aromatherapy oils and just relaxing.
i've always loved that and my only problem before was how horrible my room looked.
even when it was tidy, there was still like,
you know, stuff, albeit stacked up, in random piles.

right now though, there aren't(:

yay me!

i just loooove my room.
i sooo fucking love it love it love it.

you can stop the games and pulling of heartstrings any time about now.
i get the pattern;
I walk a step ahead of you

bad boys, sad girls

- xoxo
charis loves you
10:28 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.