fighting for oreos.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALICIA TEO!!!

& SHAYMI!!

its gonna be sunday in 15mins.
really got nothing to update also.
well,nothing much.
will update when i have written new stories.

.i whine today, have u? .

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

What an awesome day today was.
Bet some of the students from other classes are jealous.
but well yea?
we had to sacrifice something to have fun right?
we...sacrificed CCA.

Well,left class early,changed,ate a bit more.
hopped onto the bus & travelled to changi MOE adventure centre.
those with slippers were not allowed to kayak,but mr thiru & mr teo helped us explain i suppose?
Billions of thanks!!!
put on the life jacket,aka PFD.
tested it in the sea & WOAH,the current was strong.

so liyun & paired up.
went into the kayak,paddled.
bad thing.
Ivan wanted to make our boat capsized,but failed.
haha.

paddled & liyun was tired,so decided to let her rest while i paddled.
i helped paddled of us everywhere.
well.
went back to the shore,rested,bathed & changed.
took the bus back to school & it was like 6plus already.

i got things to tell you:
1)Piggy Teo played the solo for Shenandoah!!!!=DD
2)I became more tanned.plus more sunburns which hurt.

~ends~

.i whine today, have u? .

Thursday, August 6, 2009

One Wish

"Happy birthday,dear Rika,happy birthday to you..." Silence penetrated the room.

"Make a wish," my mom said in a sweet ,half-whisper.Her eyes were glittered above the white cake.Was she crying? It tore at my heart that she still looked so sad,now that everything was over. I looked around the room filled with my friends, cousins, uncles and aunties, and then finally my mom and dad standing right next to me. I couldn't help but smile.

I wish...

...

The December morning breeze brushed my long, black hair as I stepped towards the large russet doors of Heindeburg High. It was my first day of school. There were students all over, trotting around with heavy backpacks, slamming lockers and running to catch up with old friends. I wondered who my friends would be. I was a bit anxious because I was starting school two-and-a-half months late.

In the first period, Mrs. Nelson immediately put me on the spot.

"We have a new student." Heart pounding wildly in my chest, I managed a weak smile.

"So,what school are you from?" Mrs. Nelson asked,tilting her head.

"At a...school in Philippines," I replied softly, my voice rising slightly as if I were asking if that was the right answer. Only two weeks ago,my parents and I migrated to Britain, hoping for a bright new life. At that awkward moment in class though, I silently prayed that I would snap out of the bad dream I was in and wake up to the sounds of the sea back home.

"How long did you move here?"

"Uh...two...two weeks ago." I had never stuttered before, but there I was, sounding as if I learned English only last week.

"Welcome to Britian...Rie-ka?"

"Rika"

"Rie-ka." Mrs.Nelson made herself a little note on the roll sheet. Why hadn't my parents just named me Ashley?Or Mary? All I wanted was to be normal. I wanted to be somebody.

At home, my parents spoke to me in Tagalog, and I didn't have any friends yet who spole to me in English. But what was I worrying for anyway? In the Philippines, I had many friends, all the teachers knew me, and I had been getting excellent grades.

Walking through the locker-lined hallways, my dreams shattered like broken glass around me. I was alone, roaming the halls like a lost little kid. I unknowingly avoided interacting with anyone because I was afraid they'd laughed in my face. When my English was better, I decided, I would finally come up to people and maybe manage to say,"Whussup?"

Finally in gym class,a friendly brown face.She almost looked like me, only happier. Her name was Carol. At lunchtime,we found ourselves enjoying the bland cafeteria food. She wanted me to meet her friends. "Don't worry Ate Rika," she assured me, calling me "sister" in Tagalog. "You'll fit in."

And I did. It was as if some foreign soul entered my body and made me do things against my will. I found myself drinking beer, smoking cigarettes and skipping school. I didn't even like the taste of beer. The moment it touched my tongue,I felt like I had to spit it back out. But I didn't. I couldn't afford to look bad and lose my new "friends". I began to miss at least pne day of school a week to hang out with them.Then I missed two, three, even four days in a row.

But while I was having fun with my "friends", inside, I was full of conflict, unhappiness and regret.I stopped practicing my English sentences in front of the mirror and instead practiced,"I don't know why the school called, mom. It was probably a glitch in the system because I did not miss school today."

One day, the school counselor called my mom at the house while I was already at school, and the truth came out. I pushed open the heavy doors of the counselor's stuffy office, dreading the situation I had to face. When my mom lifted her tearful eyes and saw me, I knew I had failed her.

"Why,my child?" she cried. I stood there,sallowing the lump in my throat,but I had nothing to say. I wished she would yell at me, embarrass me or tell me what a bad kid I was. But she didn't. She cried like her only daughter was lost and had run away. My dad flashed me an accusing glare. I looked down - I couldn't bear the hurt in their eyes.

I was so depreesed that night - I was sure I has lost my parents' trust and love. But when I was at my lowest point, my parents came through for me, and I realised just how much they loved me, no matter what.My mom was just worried...so worried in fact that she looked older, as if the years of raising me had drawn lines on her lovely face.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry.." I cried. I wanted to say I was sorry for the failing grades, for all the arguments...for all the lies. But a feeble "I'm sorry" was all I could muster.

"It's okay,honey. Everything will be okay," my mom whispered. My dad ran his fingers tenderly through my hair. Nothing else mattered at that moment. Not the laughing jokes at school, not my friends... not even the familiar teenage longing to be somebody. I was somebody in my parents' eyes.

My parents didn't change how they viewed me, despite everything I had done. They still loved me as their daughter, and I welcomes the forgiveness, understanding and unconditional love in their warm embrace. And now, staring at the green candles on my birthday cake, I only have one wish: That someday, somehow, I can repaymy parents for raising me the way they did and for loving me no matter what.

...

My mom's voice roused me from my thoughts. "Have you made your birthday wish yet, sweetie?" I looked at her, and then at my dad, tears of love and gratitude brimming in my eyes. "Yes,mom."

Then I hugged both of them very tightly.

..............

I dont think i will be posting anything about myself anymore.

i mean,whats the use?

I've decided to write stories,to inspire others to understand why stories are called stories.

~ends~

.i whine today, have u? .

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Prank

It was a windy day as the breeze coughed through the windows of my home.My parents has decided to migrate to the united states as dad was sent by the company there.As I was rummaging through piles of books,I came across a book,an old one,covered with layers of dust and cobwebs.As the saying goes,curiosity kills the cat,I immediately blew the dust away and cleaned it with a dry cloth.I didnt know what lays in the diary but I was willing to find out.As I flipped through the pages of the diary,I came across an entry regarding a prank played on someone who got hurt physically & emotionally...

"And so,similes are used to compare two different...". Similes,similes,similes.The word just keeps appearing in my head for about the billionth already.Just when Mrs.Smith was about to continue with metaphors,the bell rang.Sighs of relieve was heard and Mrs.Smith gave us the pissed off look.As she walked off,my clique gathered.

"Eh eh,later want to hang out at WhiteSands?" "Cannot,we have remedial later on.Sorry.." As small conversations started among us,Ben suggested an idea,which we never knew,could hurt someone. "Since we have so much time before remedial starts,why not we prank call people?" Ben suggested. "Okay la." The rest agreed.

"Hello,Christine.Lynn fell down at the MRT station.She's injured badly." Ben told Christine. "Oh my god...Are you serious?" Christine replied,worried."Yes." was all Ben could say.He hung the phone up & we started laughing.Ben called Lynn to ask her to play along with them,but Christine had already called & comfirmed.First prank,failed. Ben then decided to prank another person,someone we never knew was hyperaesthetic...

"Hello,Angie.Jane is in the hospital" Ben said. "Sure or not?How you know?" Angie responded. "She just now on the bus so clumsy then fall off the bus." Ben said,sounding sad. "Sure or not..?Okay..." the phone hunged up. A roar of laughter arosed & not everyone cared about what was to happen.As Ben & Angie messaged,I suddenly recalled something.Angie does not cool down if she knew she was pranked on.Soon,many calls came in.Through my phone and other members of my clique.Wanting to end the prank,I called Angie and on the loudspeaker,but no sound came out.Just my luck.I couldnt end it.Then,Steffany came and Ben asked her to act out through the phone.Just as I knew it.It would be worser than I had thought.Angie got worried and called Chris to comfirm the truth.

It was out.The prank failed.But what was worse was...Was that Angie had been emotionally hurt.Not only that.When she received the news,she fell down the stairs & had to have three stiches.This was horrible.She was hurt emotionally and physically..It was something I could never forgive myself from..I failed to stop things from worsening...I have failed...

It has been three weeks since that incident and it had stayed vividly on my mind.It never was vanished nor destroyed.It can never be gone,cause each time Angie passes me,the stiches on her would always remind of the incident.For now,I'll just keep quiet...

As I closed the diary,memories flashed back,as though everything was happening again.Tears rolled down as I regretted what happened on that fateful day.No one expected anything like this to happen...As I continued to pack my books,I kept reminding myself to not make any mistakes like this again in the future..

~ends~

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Was quite emotional for today.

Went to the toilet with inging for about a period,just to cry.

she couldnt stand me crying,so too bad.

the day was as bad as ever as my mood went down per periods passes.

nothing left to say.

all i need to say is:

I'm really sorry for whatever that's happened & I only blame myself for it.

~ends~

.i whine today, have u? .

Nothing much happened in school yesterday.
Except when after school,we were bored & some goat suggested prank calling people.
we all agreed & the 2nd one was a diaster.
none woulod knew it would stretch so far as one would expect.
the game was supposed to be stopped by me but my phone's speaker didnt budge at that moment.
totally screwed.

the game was continued by goat,when he continued messaging the victim.
then a boat called,verified things & gone case.
we had lost the game.

she sounded pissed & angry.
not even wanting to answer my calls.
none would knew this would happen.
everyone was quiet as i kept thinking about what would happen.
as expected.

wrong person to prank on.

I'm sorry.

really sorry for whatever that has happened yesterday.

.i whine today, have u? .

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Tomorrow,there's school,boring as ever.

maybe i'll just be my ome self again?

dont be surprised,thanks to some stuff.

I'm sorry it has to end this way.
I dont want it as you do too...
Sorry..

~ends~

.i whine today, have u? .