Packing

Shoes, shirts, pants, sunnies.
My last slice, last days 'til school.
Hair brush, flip-flops, book.
Gathering my things, can't wait!
What else to pack? What to bring?

My "Boring" Day

Today has got to be the best day 0f Spring Break...EVER. Well, first of all, I ran for 30 minutes NON-STOP. Anyways, here's the best part...

I grabbed my hand bag and fastened my NEW shoes and waited for my mom. We were going SHOPPING. We of course, didnt have a car (since my mom can't drive) so we walked to Paitilla to return the DVD's that we borrowed and got a taxi and went straight to MultiPlaza. I honestly felt good today. Except for the fact that the taxi driver was laughing out of the blue every so often.
We were stuck in traffic and the taxi driver laughed...again. Okay, if that taxi driver laughs one more time I swear I will THROTTLE him. So, we finally got to MultiPlaza (after resisting to throttle him for 10 minutes. We headed into the cool mall to find almost half the shops empty. But we did our shopping anyways.
"Oooh! Look! Women's Secret is open!" I said excitedly and drag my mom inside. I look around the dim-lit room and found the pouch I was looking for! I grab it as if someone was going to take it any minute now and held it in my arms. The last time I had come here there were only big pouches but now I finally found it!
I look at my mom for "approval" and after she nodded, I got out my wallet and hand $15 to the cashier person. I say thanks and clutch the plastic bags in my hands, not wanting to let go until I get home.
So, anyways, this day may seem boring to you but trust me, you could never shop like I just did with my sister moaning every step you take!
Gosh, now I can't wait to get to school and use it!!! See you all there!!!

Odd Habits

Why do I always do my posts in the morning? Especially now, in Spring Break. Oh, I'm scared I might forget about it....

Anyways, I woke up to wash my face and gasped at how much my pimples had cleared over the break. Well, duh there's still alot more clearing up to go, but all the small ones had finally vanished! I was so happy I did a little happy dance (like I did when I got my jeans) and scrubbed the bar of facial soap until it was foamy and washed my face. I reached out for my towel and noticed that it smelled. Like really smelled. I groaned. Yup, this was my sister using my towel again. I always felt that whenever I share stuff with my sister, it always seemed to end up like an untidy heap.

Luckly I had my own room and I'm not that much of a tidy person either (just look at my room and you'll see). I went into the hall and opened the wardrobe of towels and grabbed a nice fluffy one--which is my favorite--and patted my wet face (never EVER scrub your face with a towel-trust me I know).

Honestly, I go trough the same things as everyone else but why? Why is there pimples on me? It's not like I have any stress or anything but my pimples are really stressing me out. I dont know why I'm writing a post about my pimples but my fingers seem to just drag themselves around the key board and do all the tapping. That's another weird thing about me (I seem to have alot) I always have a sudden urge to do something. Like the other day I had a very strong urge to eat KFC. And just yesterday I was craving for cheese burgers. And if you think about it, they're not very healthy are they?

Oh, well. I probably have to finish up thins post or my computer will shut down (low battery.).

A Fresh Jog?

A fresh morning jog

A pant, a sweat-what more?

muscle tugs-what more?

Getting Fit

Yay! It's finally the start of Spring Break! I'm super happy since I'm going to San Blas from Thursday to Saturday. And I've decided to go to the gym every morning, which is what I did today. But I got really tired after 25 minutes of jogging. (It's harder then you think!!)

Anyways, I crawled out of my bed, after my alarm clock rang. I pulled on my yoga pants (I didn't have any gym clothes) and yanked my breathable shirt on. I quickly tied my hair into a messy, high-ponytail and looked at myself in the mirror. Okay, I did look abit weird but I was wearing my slightly-faded turquoise yoga pants and my white, wide-neck shirt. These were the closest things I've got to sporty.

My mom-who was already awake-looked up as I dragged my half-awake feet into the living room. I got myself a bowl of peaches and started munching away as I read Shopaholic and Baby for the third time.

Wait, why was I going to the gym again? Oh, right. I had to excercise since I'm extremely unfit and getting fatter every second.

I grabbed my water bottle and my ipod and headed to the gym with my mom. We got there and my mom showed me how to work it and left. Okay, lets get this over with.

Gulp Gulp. I tilted my head back and drained my water bottle. Gosh, I must've run for like 30 minutes now! I looked at the paused running machine thing and stared at the numbers. Okay, 20 more minutes to go! Was that really just 10 minutes? I resumed my running and decided I was going to do this everyday.

I did promise myself!

Cutting Back

Okay, there's no need to panick. Just a pair of gorgeous shoes and amazing white jeans. I checked both the receits over and over. It can't be right. The shoes were no less then $30!! Then why does it say, $41.35?? Okay...jeans. The jeans were of course much more expenisive than the shoes but come one! $45? Someone must've switched the price tags!! I look at the tags on the shoes and the jeans that cluttered my bed with their bags and tags. Okay, so they replaced the price tags with another price tag that says "WHITE JEANS". Forget that.

Did I really spend that much money? True, I couldn't find my future pencil-case but that doesnt mean the shopping money had to rise! I mean, I actually did a good thing! I insisted on buying it with my own money. It's not my fault my mom refused to take it....

I sit on my bed. My hair crumpled in frustration, I should really start cutting back. I could make my own pancakes instead of buying shop bought pancake mix!! I bet that'd save about $5 or something! Or I could try making my own tissue! The tissue here is a total rip-off!! Okay, forget that.

Well, the jeans were worth it. And just 'cause the shoes are sort of sticky, doesn't mean it's not worth it! I tried on my white jeans one more time. And did a little happy dance infront or my mirror. I put the sandals on and made them dance around my room. Okay, this was totally worth it.

Tick, Tick. That's two things off my Desperate Needs list! Yay! This Saturday was okay after all!

A Bestfriend...

Nathalie, what happens when you find yourself, lost? Do you wander around like a blind man? Or do you sit there and wait? What if you even cry out? Into the darkness where it's no point crying.

I sit in the crowded media center. Like every month. I'm scared when the teacher tells us about friendship. Leaning back on the cushion. My chin rested on my knees. What do I do? I'm lost, I feel like I'm isolating myself.

The sky is bright and so blue like you'll never see in Thailand. The sunlight pours in through the windows, like honey being poured onto like it was something to treasure. The teacher asks: What does a friend do?

I wonder. I wonder. Does it leave a friend behind with no address or information? Does it lie and make the other friend feel bad? No Nathalie, I wasn't a good friend.

Everyday, I wake up, dropping the slippery facial soap. Or wearing my shirt inside out. Or saying "Hi" to my friends and sitting down next to them. Where are you in those days? What are you doing? Do you laugh at the top of your lungs with your new best friends? These questions lead me no where. But at least I know I'm thinking of you.

I realized as I am typing this. That my sort of best friends is always there for you, even if it meant holding up a huge party they were hosting. A best friend tells you the truth no matter what. A best friend makes you laugh through the toughest times. And we want more and get greedy, we tell them to fix their attitude. We tell them to change their personality. No, I wasn't a good friend to you Nathalie.

Best friends cherish their friends, while they can. And that's what I'll do.

I stare out at the wet, rain-washed, shimmery sun. And think of you. Who was always there for me. Who always told me the truth no matter what. Who made me laugh through the toughest times. I miss you Nat. That's all I've got to say, and yet you will cherish it.

No Pain, No Gain

My heart was beating fast. I laughed mechanically at a joke but my legs were banging on the warm stage constantly. I listened to the shouts and laughter that bounced around the gym walls. I feel bad when I gossip. I feel bad when I spread rumours. And I guess this is more of a confession then a Slice of Life, but anyways, I gossip ALOT. Almost every waking minute I'm conjuring up the newest rumour or finiding out the latest gossip. I know, I dont do rumours anymore but gossiping...that's GOT to be an exception.

I dont look like the sort of person that would gossip or be mean to people, nor do I want to be. I mean, I was raised by good people (lets not bring my sister into this) bur I was taught not to be mean!! I guess it just happens as a fact that you gain friends by gossip. You lose them, you gain them. I happen to know the feeling when people are gossiping or spreading rumours about you--which happened at my old school. I know it doesn't feel very good, but I also know it's fun and addictive.

I sound like I'm talking about smoking or something. Well, I guess you can say it is.

Anyways, I have been trying not to gossip alot lately and now...I'm doing it again. I feel like I'm being dragged into the "gossiping presence" all the time. One conversation with people talking and BAM. I'm craning my neck and eavesdropping which is exactly what happened today.

I really want to be a good person. But I don't know why I can't.

Me? Obsessive?? No Way!

I stretched my legs slowly, as I got out of my bed. Oh, it's Wednesday. I keep thinking it's Friday when it's not. At least this week's the last week until Spring break. I dragged myself into the bathroom and got washed up. I was getting a pretty good grade so far, but whenever a teacher showed me my grade I always had this disappointment piling in me. Even though its a pretty good-looking "B", I still wished I got something better.

I haven't been here for so long, but I've seen enough "B's" to last me a life time. I get this nagging feeling, like I did this morning, and it keeps asking "Which college? Which college?", I know people don't think about that often. I don't either. Occasionally, yeah, I do. Other times, I'm like anyone else. Whether the nagging feeling is telling me to get into a good college or I'm getting fat. Either way, every minute of the day effects my future. My old friends told me I was too paranoid. I still talk to them today, telling them that I keep stressing over those sort of things like college and weight. It's stupid, it's obsessive, it's crazy.

Anyways, I reached the dining table, and last nights' homework was sitting on there, half-done. No one seemed to notice, I dropped it into my bag and carried on munching on an apple. I've eaten 2 pieces of chocolate this week, which was really a waste because all the suffering of no chocolate for almost 5 months seemed to go into the trash every bite I took. I know, obsessive. My diet starts tomorrow, I'm going to really study next quarter. Call me an obsessive freak but I care more about the future then I do now.

Best Day...Not

I wouldn't list any names but I hate this one person who seems to think that she's better than me or any of her friends. I get so fed up with these kind of people I just want to say it to their face but I guess that's too mean. She sometimes acts as if she hates me too....

Anyways, today seemed pretty good, as far as Tuesdays go. I sat on my usual seat on the bus and slid my phone out of my bag. I texted my sister that I wouldn't be staying after school after all (I retook my quiz in class. I wont say which class). I also texted my friend, laughing over something that happened in P.E. I froze mid-sentence, and stared at the innocent phone. I quickly stuffed it in my bag, as if it will torture me with more rumors. I switched my iTouch off even though I still had the earphones stuck in my ear. I couldn't believe that my friends would ever say things behind my back.

I didn't let og of my iTouch. I felt as if an awful truth was being revealed. I was actually started to think they were okay, but that wasn't how it was going to be. Friends are people who stand up for you and have fun with you. Not say awful secrets behind their "friends" back.

The sky was covered with gray clouds, making it hazy, just like my head.

Pitter, Patter...

"OW!" I squealed as my finger caught on to a piece of broken glass. A drop of blood fell on to the cold bathroom floor silently. I sucked on my finger for abit, trying to make the pain go away. I put on a band-aid and squeezed it between my fingers. My mom was shouting somewhere and I cried. Tears rolled down like avalanches as I quickly ran into my room. I muffled my cries with my soft pillow. I felt like a little kid again and laughed at the sight of my bleeding hand cluthing my plush snowman. I heaved in a breath and wiped my eyes with my doll.

I wasn't crying because of a tiny cut. I was crying because I was looking back on today, I might've laughed more then ever or talked alot but all I felt was a gap in my stomache whenever I tried to talk. I wonder why people are acting so differently today. Why do they look at me as if I'm some sort of trash. People you know can feel like total villains, why do they make life harder? They may think they're doing it for my own sake and if they think I want to know how they feel towards me, I dont care, I dont want to know.

My mom peeked in and I pretended to be sleeping--with red puffy eyes.

"Hey" she said. It was kind that she was lining my dolls next to me and all, but I honestly wanted to be left alone, I didnt want to talk. I guess she was worried I waas going to start cutting myself or something. How embarrassing. I let a huge sigh of relief as her guitar teacher came for her lessons. Sometimes-even though some people would consider this "emo", I dont care-I feel as if the world is just too much for me. Sometimes I want to scream, I want to thrash around, I want to just let the world go without me having to control my own "perfect little world".

Pitter, Patter... the rains tapped the window. As the tears hit the floor.

Best Weekend EVER

A burst of laughter filled the entire bedroom as Nysha and I stared at my tiny blackberry screen. We were texting Violeta, making weird jokes. I pressed send as my message wizzed off to some power line. The bed shook as we laughed like crazy.

"What should we do now?" I asked. We both thought and ended up taking "silhouettes" and other pictures that were half deleted after our "approval".

"Okay, you jump off the bed and I'll take a pic with you in the air" Nysha suggested. I agreed and climbed onto the bed. Click my camera on my phone went off as I jumped into mid-air. We laughed at the picture of me laughing and jumping. It looked silly but I saved it anyways.

Since there was only 2 of us, we had to take turns taking pictures instead of having both of us in one picture :(.

I looked at all the "approved" photos as Nysha signed in on her Facebook page. All the pictures were either good or weird: one where we were wearing sunglasses in MultiPlaza, another when we took a picture with a statue of the dog with a pink tutu (we almost got caught since it was a window display, hehehe), and a nice picture for a change where we were at Nysha's bathroom mirror, and our reflection getting caught into the lenses of my phone.

Great, it was 5:01. I had to leave in 30 minutes. I sighed and now here I am, wasting my time on my S.O.L since we had nothing else to do.

This had to be the best weekend so far this year. Good thing I wont forget it since now it's in black and white.

WAKE UP

I looked at my Paul Frank alarm clock as I opened my eyes that were squinting in the morning sun. 10:15. Better get up. I tried to kick my blankets off but I couldn't. I tried to lift my head up but couldn't. The blankets felt so warm and soft and the pillow felt as if I've been sleeping on a giant marshmallow all night. "Hmmmmm" I mumbled as my eyes decided to close. Wait! I have to WAKE UP my dad was going to be back from the gym any minute. I glaced at the clock once more after I had the strength to open my eyes. 10:45. Was I sleeping for that long??? Ok, I really have to wake up now. My sister marched into my room, switching on the light,

"I'm borrowing a T-shirt, okay?" she said. I nodded into my pillow. As she took my pink shirt from my drawers. "Leave the lights on!" I yelled after her. She flicked it off.

I groaned but couldn't gather the strength to turn it on. Or get up.

I grabbed my phone, since it was on my bed-side table and signed in on MSN. She (my sister) was at PriceMart already, she said on MSN. Wait...what time is it??? Shoot! 11:05.

"Urgh!" I groaned and desperately tried to get up. The warm and soft sheets pulled me down. I mumbled into it. No. I have to get up! I breathed in and kicked the sheets and jumped off the bed as if it was going to strangle me with those soft and warmness. I sighed. I opened the curtains abit more and made my bed. Careful not to fall into it's grasps for today.

I was going to Nysha's house!!! Cant wait (again).

I Cant Wait

I dumped my bag next to my shoes. I took my contacts out just before I forget, and flipped on the computer. "I'm hungry" I moaned at my mom, who was practicing the guitar.

"Go make yourself a nice bowl of soup" she suggested, I mumbled. "How about yoghurt?" I mumbled again. "Just go make yourself pancakes!" she said finally. Ding, ding, ding, ding, DING! We have a winner! I thought to myself sarcastically as I headed to the kitchen and pulled the old box of pancake mix and a frying pan out. I poured the result of water and powdery sruff onto the frying pan and made myself pancakes.

"I want one too!" my mom called from the living room. I made her one and carried the rest outside. I got back to my computer and signed in on MSN, hoping to find someone to talk to. Violeta thank god she was online. We talked for like 5 minutes and now here I am, munching on my pancake, writing my S.O.L, trying to figure out how to do my homework and waiting for Nysha to get online. I hope tomorrow will be worth my weekend! I cant wait!

Great, I sound like some spoilt brat don't I? Oh, well. Like it matters in black and white.

Best Thursday EVER

I sat at the dining table, my face was clean since I just washed it and watched my sister and my dad eating breakfast.

"Don't forget you promised to help me put my contact lenses on!" I reminded my dad. He nodded and carried on with our porridge. After breakfast, I grabbed my contact lenses and headed to my parent's bathroom with my contact lenses.

"Okay, just wet your fingers just abit! And hold your eyelid up and slowly put it in" my dad instructed. I rolled my eyes, my dad had a habit to shout whenever we are doing something important. I held the contact lenses on the tiniest amount of skin and opened me eyes as wide as it could go, flipped my eyelid. I put the contact lenses in my eye. My dad shouted with joy. Gosh! He doesn't have to sound that surprised!! I did the same with the other eye, except it took me 2 go's. Everything felt clear once again, just like it did the first time. I blinked quickly and my cheeks were soon wet.

"Okay, thanks" I quickly said to my dad before he made me practice again.

I got to school, later than usual (my bus came very late recently). I told my friends who were very excited for me and I felt glad they were my friends.

It was lunch time and Mae and I were discussing contact lenses. An announcement came and everyone shushed eachother. We were going home! Thank god this Thursday was good. Or I might've just have started a tantrum.

Just A Joke

I jumped off the stage, laughing at something Nysha had said.

"I'm going to the bathroom!" I shouted over my shoulder as I headed toward the bathroom in the big gym. Violeta followed, telling me some story. I got inside just as one of the teams scored. I fluffed my hair and headed into one of the cubicles. I undid my belt when Violeta turned out the lights. It was typical for her to do this but I squealed just to make it fun.

"I'm going to get you for this Violeta!" I said, trying to sound menacing. She didn't reply. I groaned and fumbled at the lock on my cubicle. I shook the door and it finally opened. I did my belt all over again so I didn't embarrass myself. I saw a pair of feet at the door.

"I can see you!" I shouted at the figure. She let a high-pitched scream and cowered to the corner of the bathroom, trying to get out. I grabbed her and turned the lights on.

"Gawd! It's just me! Did you actually expect me to do my business in the dark?" I said, letting go of her. She laughed like crazy and nodded.

"You seriously scared me!!! I thought you were a ghost!" she yelled and looked as if she might've really been scared.

I rolled my eyes and we headed back to the stage where Nysha and Yeji were having a deep conversation about rock, paper, scissors. We told them what happened and they laughed politely at our stupid joke. After that we just discussed ghosts and those sort of supernatural stuff.

Finally

I got home from school and got changed, my mom, my sister and I were going to Multi Plaza (my sister needed to buy a swimming suit). So, after choosing a whole lot of sighing at my shameful clothes, I pulled on a pair of my old boot-cut jeans and a skinny T-shirt (AGAIN!). We went to the mall by foot since it was so close to our apartment.

"OW!" I exclaimed as my Juicy Couture flip-flop heels bent. My sister took a quick peek at my foot, informing me unnecessarily that it was bleeding. Great I knew I shouldn't where wedges when I was walking.

Anyways, we got to the mall and my sister bought her bikini at PINK. It wasn't so expensive and it's not like I liked it but I still couldn't help feeling jealous. I fingered a pair of trousers that were for pyjamas.

"Don't buy pyjamas Mari!" my mom sighed and said the word "pyjamas" as if it was some disgusting word. I let the trousers flop miserably back onto the shelf and we moved on to Mango (finally!!). I looked at all the clothes but they didn't seem to capture my attention anymore.

After my sister sighed, we went into Estampa, I went over to the skinny jeans rack and took out a pair of gorgeous skinny jeans.

"Your going to get uncomfortable Mari, I know you" my sister said. No you DON'T! I said silently of course. We went into the next shop, Zara. Where I looked into the TRF section looking through beautiful tops. I lifted a baggy shirt where you wear spaghetti tops under. I lifted it to my chest and admired it. I asked my sister whether it would suit me. Bad move.

"It DOESN'T suit you, besides, T-shirts are your thing", my jaw dropped at this outrageous comment. I sighed (gosh, people are sighing alot today!) and looked at the rack of shirts beside me. I found a white-ish shirt with the word "LOVE" spelled on it. I looked at my sister for permission.

"Just GET IT and lets go! I'm tired, I'm bored, my feet hurt and I want to go home!" I quickly went to my mom and thanked her over a billion times when she let me pay with her money instead of mine.

So, now I am crossing of "shirts" off of my Desperate Needs list and finally, FINALLY I had a good time shopping and one thing was off my list! A few more to go!!

Bored & Tired...Couldn't Get Worse

I got off the boiling bus just in time as I staggered in to our building. I touched my sweaty forehead and my hand felt ice-cold. I took no notice to the fact that I was just about to be sick and let myself into our apartment. My mom was having the usual Monday guitar lessons and I dragged myself into my room. I wanted to take a shower so bad after sweating so much in P.E (I don't usually sweat in P.E). I told my sister who was washing her face at our only sink-we have to share a bathroom-and told me not to since the guitar teacher was still here. Great. One sweaty, boiling body that didn't get the oppurtunity to take an icy shower due to the fact that the guitar teacher was here, great (again).

I rolled onto my spare bed since I wasn't bothered to move my big, fat bag off my own. I started reading my book, The Last Song and stopped mid-sentence. I groaned at the pain that shot through my head as if it was being tightened and tightened by very large knuckles. I stuck my bookmark at the page and let my head hit the soft pillow and I never groaned so much in my life. The pain eased but I still felt the aftershock of the pain, leaving mental scars all over.

I ignored the headache once again and decided to repaint my nails. I was getting bored, but I didn't have any homework (not that I wanted any). I got myself a can of diet coke and continued reading. I blowed my purple nails occasionally and admired my perfect ones. I took a sip out of my diet coke and chocked. I coughed and spluttered non-stop, trying to keep my voice down so I didn't cause any trouble. Finally my throat cleared and I drew a calm breath and looked back why I was having trouble all of a sudden. Great, all I need was to catch another stupid cold that makes your nose go all horribly stuffy and you could hardly brathe. Yeah, I hate colds alright. Hope I don't get them. Fingers crossed.

Rain!!!

Today is once again, Sunday. I always just do lazy things on a Sunday. Just like this one. I woke up around 11:30am and I was about to make myself breakfast but I just went off the idea and decided to have lunch and skip breakfast. Me and my sister cleared out her room even though I would've rather done better things but decided not to, (my sister was in a good mood and I didn't want to spoil it) she swore that I can keep her iTouch if I swopped it with my small iPod...weird. I asked her why and she said that she had grown sick of her (quote) snobby old iTouch. I shrugged-not wanting to look too desperate of having my hands clasped around her iTouch. She also let me have her little desk that had a mirror attached to it. I squirmed at the idea of having a mirror in my room-superstitious, I know-so she let me tear the mirror off and it still looked okay.

Today was a quite okay Sunday even though I usually hate them. This was because, (1) I GOT AN ITOUCH! (2) my sister wasn't as horrible as usual (3) it finallt rained!!!! Right now I am just typing my S.O.L, looking out the window and watching the drops of rain slide lazily down my window.

What a great Sunday, coming from me, I must've had the best day ever.

P.S: I'm reading The Last Song by Nicholas Sparks!!!!!!!

You Are What You Wear

I love shopping. But there is such things as too much. Funny coming from me though right?

Anyways, today was Saturday. I don't really do anything special on weekends. Just the usual bits and stuff. Me, my mom and my dad went to Albrook mall to go see my contact lenses. Yay! No more glasses!! When we got to Optica Lopez I tried on contact lenses and everything seemed so clear!! I was ready to buy them straight away-too bad they didn't have any in stock. My dad promised to pick them up on his way back from the airport (he was going to Miami.). I agreed even though there was a small pile of disappointment piling inside me. I saw the $100 in my dad's hand and the disappointment turned to guilt. I went into Steven's and tried on some shoes. My mom kept insisting on getting a pair of pink shoes, a pair of black shoes and so on. I rolled my eyes and took a random pair of white flats which were super cute. But they didn't have a size for me. Later, we went into Pepe Jeans and I skimmed half-heartily through a rack of clothes not really wanting to waste anymore money.

"Are you even looking Mari?" my mom said sharply after our 5Th shop. I nodded enthusiastically, trying to convince her I was having the best day ever. It was my idea to continue shopping after my mom saw my list of Desperate Needs. I was so sick and tired of T-shirts and jeans. It made me feel boring and plain. I wanted to get something more cool and something eye-catching.

After I was so tired of looking through shops, my eyes caught a glimpse of a pretty jewerlly store with crystal neckalces and diamond rings. We went inside and I tried to convince my parents that I should use my $60 (from my Happy New Year money) they refused to let me waste it on something they thought I will grow out of. I sighed and we went to go pick up my sister at Multi Plaza, where she was watching Shutter Island with her friend.

We got to Multi Plaza and I wave of relief washed over me. Did I mention I hate Albrook Mall? I rather go to Multi Plaza. Anyways, I begged to got to Mango but everyone was hungry so we side-stepped Mango and went to Tony Roma's. Then, we side-stepped Mango again and went to go buy my sister's lunch box. (She lost her lunch box, I mean who loses a lunch box???) After that, we side-stepped Mango again and went food shopping at Riba Smiths. Then, they forgot about Mango all together and went off to Payless. Great. I didn't buy anything special (let's not bring my contact lenses into this).

What's So Great About Friday?

Everyone loves Fridays, everyone lets go of their stress. No exception for me.

I stumbled on to my bus, I sat in my usual seat and pulled out my phone and ipod. I listened to my favorite songs like I did for the past 4 days of the week. Thank god its Friday! I was very tired and it didn't help that I had to spend less than an hour shopping for my desperate needs and I also have to have at least an hour to remind my dad about my contact lenses and blah, blah, blah... my eyelids seemed heavy and as the bus whizzed past cars and trees, I was soon lolling off to sleep.....

BEEP! I woke up with a shock. Were we hit? Was there an accident? Oh, just a stupid driver honking at passer-bys'. I squinted out the window. I was almost home. I gathered up my things and stuffed them in my bag. Ugh!! I have homework to get through when I get home. I hated doing homework on my precious weekends, that's why I finish them up on Friday.

"Ow!!" I screeched as I remembered that my neck was in pain if I bent it. My sister looked at me as if I was a weirdo. I laughed it off as we got into the apartment. I dumped my things in the living room. Oh, no. My mom came into my room and sat on the bed. She started going on about how my week was and did i do all my homework and how was my tests. I groaned silently and put my face on a cushion. I didn't want to talk. I wanted to be left alone. I mumbled about needing to have an early shower and she finally left me alone.

Okay, my Fridays??? So far so good...right!

Mornings

I sat at the dining table, still trying to wake up. I took a bite of my toast and put it back on my plate. I knew I was going to be hungry with only one bite of toast but I didn't really care. I did all the normal things that everyone does every morning, like filling the ice-cube trays and get washed and everything. Once I was done with all that, I got out my personal notebook-a pink and red notebook with shoes decorated on every page. I wondered what I was doing with this. Oh, my list! Right. I definitely needed to go shopping (every girl does). But I haven't gone to the mall for quite a long time, let alone look into shops. Usually this was because my darling sister will often hiss threats of hiding my favorite books if I didn't hurry up, while my mom will be urging me to got to half the shops in the mall.

I made a list of things that need to be desperately bought-skinny jeans, shirts, face lotion, shoes, pencil case, school bag, nail polish and a watch. I told my mom about my desperate needs and she told me I should go shopping. I remembered the promise that my dad had made before he left to Mexico. He promised to buy me contact lenses after I had complained about my glasses for over a week. I explained this to my mom, (after she found "contact lenses" in brackets) she stubbornly refused to let "a little girl" like me to get them. I argued that lots of "little girls" like me wear them. She also unnecessarily added that "little girls" like me shouldn't talk back. I was getting irritated and I wanted to be left alone. Just because I brought up contact lenses, doesn't mean she has to go straight into a long and tiring discussion. NOT compose a a novel. She remained stubborn and this made the rest of the day dreadful after I had put her in a bad mood.

I told my sister and she agreed with my mom. (She was probably jealous). I avoided getting into the discussion again as she gave me little glares once in a while. I probably should leave the issues alone... until my dad gets back at least....

Girls Who Hate Sports

I got to school, and it was Field Day. Everybody seemed excited but I wasn't sure that I would really like it, because of the fact I'm not into physical activities. It's not like I'm lazy or something, its just that I just dont seem to be able to get into a game wear you sweat and you get your breath knocked out of you. Anyways, my tribe-Tatsuo-were handed out shirts like all the other tribes. I was handed a size "S" shirt while everyone else had to suffer with huge shirts. I mean, what is it about me that make me look like some anorexic or small girl? I was actually considered tough at all my past schools. But honestly, I feel like some weak little thing that always has to be compared by others. Okay, back to the point, we were handed out the shirts and unlike anyone else, I decided not to tie my huge shirt into a knot (Who wants to be in the in-crowd anyways?).

So we started the activities and the first obstacle race was abslutely horrifying. I literally just held my jump rope all the way to the goal. We also did soccer which many people kicked me while I try to block them from a goal (Talk about agressive right??).

By the time all my friends were sitting in a circle in the big gym, I felt disgusting and sticking and I just couldn't help getting just abit irritated. I hate PE and all those things. It's not like I'm really girly and I can't kick a ball or anything, it's just that I think it's humiliating to be yelled at if you make one single mistake!! It's just a GAME. I like doing all these sports for fun-especially horse riding-and turns out I'm not so into field day after all.

I don't get along with girls who can't work up a sweat... Am I one of them???

The "Walking Snowman"

I went over to my friend's house after school. It all started on a Friday when she came out of the bathroom. I finished off painting my nails, I looked up and almost spilt half of the bottle on her bedsheets. I saw a walking snowman, and realised it was my friend. She was wearing a white cocktail dress with laces and little flowers embodied on the hems and to tell you the truth she looks absolutely HORRIBLE. She twirled around, showing off her dress. I was careful not to burst out laughing or scream in horror.

"I got it on sale the other day! I gathered up ALL my pocket money and bought it just like that!" she boasted and snapped her fingers. I forced a smile on my face, "You look FAB!" I gushed with sweetness. She had a smile plastered on her face as well as I did. She said we should go shopping, I agreed and got out of my school uniform. I pulled on my tank top and a pair of jeans.

"You're going in that?" I asked, trying to keep my voice even. She looked at her dress with worry. "No, no! It looks GREAT!" I lied and snatched my cell phone out of my bag when she added some finishing touches. This sort of things were definitely gossip-worthy. I texted all my friends explaining what happened and told them to go to the mall. I quickly slid my phone back inside just in time.

By the time we got to the mall, almost all of our friends were there "shopping". Everyone was staring at her and pointing at her. There was a sudden cry of laughter and soon ALL the shoppers were laughing at her (Shopkeepers included). I saw her blush deeply and she went dashing to the nearest bathroom. I ran in after her. I heard gasps of someone trying to breathe and muffled crying noises. I lookes in my bag for some sort of saviour-my jumper. She thanked me greatfully and we shopped all day, non-stop.

Daydreamer

I yawned and woke up confused. Ooh! Monday, of course. I quickly made my bed still moaning about today being Monday. I washed my face with apricot face scrub-each scrub feeling my tiredness and wishing I slept earlier the other night. I got some breakfast down my throat and did all the normal everyday things. I was packing my cell phone in my bag. I gasped. I swore I saw someone standing right next to me. I looked over my shoulder, yanked open my wardrobe, peeked under my bed and looked everywhere. I didn't see anyone. I must have been daydreaming, it was Monday. We went on the bus and I looked out the window, listening to my favorite songs on my ipod. I yelped. I swore to myself that I saw someone standing in the woods. I blinked my eyes, trying to stop them from going into my daydream mode. I quickly changed the song into a more happier song. I wished this moening curse will go on to someone else, I looked to my left and for the third time I SWORE I saw someone crawling in the corner of my eye. I literally slapped my head, trying to clear the image. I looked around to see if anyone else had noticed. The bus was filled with tired people-dozing off occasionally.

This was getting extremely irritating and creepy. I scrolled down on my ipod for a more pleasant song and stuck with a few to entertain me on the way to school. I never saw the figure again. I guess I must have been daydreaming again.

Sundays

Great, Sundays. I like the word, I just hate the day. The fact that your not going to have a good night sleep for a few more nights is horrible. I guess I'll just have to live with it.

Anyways, I woke up earlier than usual and I finished reading a book I've read three times before. I got out of bed and washed myself up. I started to eat my frozen juice and toasted a bagel. And I did all the other boring, everyday stuff. I was so bored I baked a cake with my mom. I went on facebook and charged my ipod for the week ahead of me. I racked my brains for any stray homework I didn't do. Well, not that I know of.

I ate lunch and watched Friends for abit I was very bored and now I probably am going to be the boringest person EVER. My hand hurt alot but I didn't have a bandage bigger than 8cm. Okay, this may be the boringest Slice of Life Challenge in living history but at least I tried right??

I wanted to continue watching you-know-what but I remembered that my sister has taken it away from it. Urgh. But I decided to get ready for making the best of this boring day.

Fridays

I finally got home from school and I immediately switched on the computer. Okay, I only had to the Slice of Life Challenge! I was always excited on Fridays. The fact the I don't have to go to school tomorrow is too good to turn down. I saw my sister turn on the DVD player and she started watching Brothers & Sisters, my favourite. It was Season 2, and I hadn't watched it yet. I tore my eyes off the screen and opened my Blog. I might as well get homework over with! But I couldn't resist. I got up and walked to the TV. My eyes immediately locked on to the screen and I watched 3 episodes straight. I glanced at the clock. Shoot! I better get started on my blog, I thought. I started on my blog, my eyes still glancing at the TV. My sister switched it off.

"Hey! I was watching!" I said from the computer.

"I didn't want to disturb you!" she sneered. I groaned.

Now here I am. Tapping away at the keyboards. I sighed. I needed to finish the Geography poster too. I wanted to finish the Season today!! I logged on to facebook. Homework and Facebook. Perfect.

Great. Friday well spent Mari.

No Coffee!

I woke up with a shove from my mom and I had to get up. I decided to sneak a few more minutes in bed but my sister was done using the bathroom so I had to get up. I washed my face and took a light shower. I walked into the living room noticing that there was no coffee on the table. Apple juice, yuck! I crawled in to my chair and started my cereal. Finally, my mom was out of the kitchen. I pretended to gulp down the juice and poured it down the sink. Great! No coffee. Urghh! I got my glass of water and took my daily pills.

"Hey! Your done with you juice already??" she asked, I nodded quickly. My sister kicked my shin from across the table.

"You did NOT drink your juice!" she sneered. I retorted but eventually I had to drink my sister's juice.

I got to school and my friends were crowding around something. I never joined in those crowds. It made me feel like someone who is desperately trying to fit in. I leaned against the wall and tried to stay awake. The classes passed and no coffee anywhere. By the time I got home I couldnt believe my eyes when there was a fresh pot of coffee brewing in the kitchen at last.

Gosh! just one stupid cup of coffee and I'm crabby all day!

Question 1...

I sat on the squeaky couch, and stared at the TV, Friends was on as I held my lunch to my mouth. I chewed slowly and decided what to do with my time at home. Well, I had to do my homework of course. Oh, gosh. Homework. To be honest I don't know how I'm going to finish all my homework. I had to use my time at home wisely! Not waste it on a stack of papers! I drank some more water from my blue, swirly straw and thought about flunking homework. I sighed and sipped some more water.

By the time my lunch was gone and my glass of water was empty, I was extremely bored. I lay back and decided to get on the computer. I went on facebook and started my Slice of Life challenge. I curled up on the chair and wondered which homework I should attack first. I wanted to have a book to read or something but I decided homework ought to be first or I would have to pay.

I rolled my eyes over to the TV which was showing Desperate Housewives. Okay, question 1, I said to myself after 5 minutes of staring at the piece of paper that sat in front of me. My mom got home and I had to finally get working. Flunking homework was NOT a good thing to mention to my mom!

I rolled over my bed and it was as if my eyelids were ten times it's usual weight and was like someone was dragging them down. My blanket felt alot more comfortable than usual. Next thing I know. I wake up startled and snapped into action and started my homework. Okay, question 1 here I come!

Baseball:Worst Sport I've Ever Played

Gosh, I honestly hate P.E. First of all, I get picked last for teams amongst ther rest of the 8th graders. Second, no one passes me the ball. Third, I've only got Violeta, Nysha and Yeji to talk to. And probably a few other bits of horrible stuff. Well this time it was probably the same thing over again.

I was picked last on teams, again. I was screaming for the ball but no one passed, again. Since it didnt seem to matter to anyone whether I was there or not, I talked to Violeta. It was my turn to bat and I swung the bat over my shoulder, kept my eyes focused. Whoosh! But no Clang. "Strike 1!" coach yelled.

I swung the bat over my shoulder once more after I rolled my eyes. Whoosh! Still no Clang. "Strike 2!", there was a whole bunch of muttering noises behind me. I groaned.

I focused once more, swung the bat over my shoulder. Come on! Third time lucky! I said to myself. Whoosh! Clang! Finally the stupid ball hit my bat. I ran to first, second, third base and made myself those home run thingies that you have when you go to base to base.

I was already sweating. Boy, I needed to get into shape.