Drama Queen

Dear Journal,

Yesterday I watch X- Files and I didn't sleep a wink and today I feel very sad.  Something really funny happened today.  Ms. Ronald told Luke to bring an Alteco super glue from the office to paste a missing piece of wood from the table ( Alteco Super glue is a horribly sticky gum the adults use). Luke came running and gave Ms. Ronald the super glue. Well after Ms. Ronald made use of the super glue she gave it to Luke who was too bored to go to the office so he just secretly kept it on a bean bag which was there (these bean bags were full of beans I think and they were given to us to sit on in the intervals and free periods, It is quite comfy to the butt). Jeff (a cute Russian boy with blond hair and blue eyes) sat on one of these bean bags in the interval. So after the interval was over he got up and Lo and Behold the bean bag was stuck to his butt! We tried and tried to pull it off but he kept scream so we called our teacher Ms. Ronald and what she did was to cut the area which was not stuck to his butt. Poor Jeff (cutie pie) still had a big red patch of cloth stuck to his white shorts. One of the girls whispered that it reminded her of a patch she saw on an older girl’s skirt (maybe she spilled paint all over her butt. It happens you know.) Then she found the super glue Luke hid and she started scolding him. Then she took Jeff to the principal’s office to take off the rest of the bean bag. Later Jeff came with a new pair of shorts. One of the boys told me Ms, Ronald has had to cut a small piece of Jeff’s butt to take off his shorts and that yet he had little red pieces of thread stuck to his butt. Anyway poor Jeff wasn’t able to sit for the whole day because he had a sore butt and one of the boys told me he wouldn’t be able to sit properly for at least a week. At least I found out that bean bags were filled with tiny regiform balls and not bean seeds.

Yours loving,

Apsara

4.1.2007

Dear Journal.

Why can’t a woman be like a man? Why aren’t we treated the same? Today I went and played a 20 over match with the boys and one of the teachers scolded me. She said: “You are a girl no? Why are you dancing around with the boys? Go and play with your girl friends. Isn’t this unfair journal how come I have to play around with a doll who keeps on changing clothes while the boys get to hit a ball around and have an awesome time in the grounds? The teachers at my school call me a tomboy; they even dislike me because I never wear the skirt and the shirt but instead wear the P.E shorts everyday to school. I actually don’t care if they call me a Tom or a Jerry boy (BTW I think the teachers watch the Tom and Jerry show). Some call me a strong headed feminist (A woman fighter for women’s rights) and I think they are damn right. Why the f**** (Ops sorry I heard a boy saying that word at school what does that mean?) do they want me to bow down to the men and wait they are humans and so am I – I always have been and hope I always will be.  I even heard the bigger boys laugh at the idea of having women’s cricket team seriously journal isn’t it bad enough being a women but also being laughed at that’s sh*t. We are the ones who have tummy aches once a month for a week (my cousin sister told me that) and there is more pain when you are pregnant (with the injection and the weather balloon and all) and why don’t they respect us? Are we the new slaves of the 21^st century?

Yours loving the strong headed feminist,

Apsara

3.1.2007

Dear Journal,

I got punished today. It was all Emily’s fault. I heard one of the big students shouting at one of his friends. He called him a big fat n*g*er. I asked Emily what n*g*er means. She said that in America where she comes from they used to call it to black people. So since I learnt a new word today I couldn’t wait to try it out on somebody. There is a girl in grade 5 which is upstairs since she is older than us by one year I haven’t spoken to her but she was black. So what I did was I went upstairs with a load of books during the interval and banged into her so that my books would go flying. When she tried to help me out I said “Stop you big fat n*g*er!” Within seconds I got a groundbreaking slap on my left cheek and because I was angry with her I kept calling her a big fat n*g*er. Voila… Within seconds I was crying my heart out at the principal’s office. Mr. Principal said that the word I used was a very bad one…the baddest one in the world to use on a human. So I asked sir if I could call an elephant by this name since it is big, fat and black. For this single sentence I got punished the whole day in front of the principal’s office. I am never going to call any one a n*g*er again….. It’s a very bad word... the baddest in the world!

Yours loving,

Apsara

* I don't like racism and calling people by the colour of their skins. You might be black, red, yellow or white but no matter what we all die and we all are flesh and blood. No matter what all of our's blood is red. The word I've used here is not as an insult it is just a story in the diary and the moral behind it is never call others by the colour of their skins:)

2.1.2007

Dear journal,

You know today I learned how children are born!!!! One of my friends told me and it’s disgusting!!!! You know how it’s done ha? Well a girl and a boy… have to... well see a girl and a boy have to give a kiss to the mouth and when the spit mix the girl gets pregnant. It’s disgusting isn’t it I never going to have children.... Just imagine kissing a stinking foul tasting mouth! Who knows if they brush their teeth? You know how my friend knows about this. On my friend’s mother’s birthday his father had given her a kiss and after two months his mom said that she was pregnant. I also went to look to see if he is telling the truth and yes it’s true. His mommy’s tummy is filled up like a big weather balloon. So I asked my friend if his father works in the weather department to have filled his wife with so much hydrogen.  He said his father was a doctor. My friend said he also asked his father how a baby is taken out also but he wanted me to do his homework so that I can pay off for the information he is giving. I said I don’t want to know because I already know. You know journal why the doctor uncle keeps those big injections? That is there to take out the baby. The doctor uncle goes and pricks my friend’s (Joshua) mother’s big tummy with that so that all the hydrogen comes out then the nurse aunty pulls the baby out. The mommy screams only when the doctor uncle pricks her tummy very hard and the baby screams because the injection pricked him also. See science is so easy that’s why I want to be a scientist, because it’s very easy.

Yours loving,

Apsara

1.1.2007

Dear Journal,

I’m Apsara Weerasekra and I’m a Theravada Buddhist. I was at a little know and no longer existing school down by the seaside. This year I’m going to a new school which also little known Linken International School. It is nearby my house and easier for my parents since the war is also going on I don’t want them to worry about my safety. Maybe that’s why I agreed on joining Linken. I miss my old friends so badly and just imagine not meeting Prenil, Charitha or Sahid anymore. The new school’s pretty horrible. The girls there are so stupid they think that liking cricket, knowing what a computer mother board is or even loving Japanese comics is strange. I don’t know what’s wrong with them. In my other school there were different religions but in here we have only one and these stupid girls are trying to convert me into their religion follower. Is that even legal if I could I would go to the Human Rights commissioner but it’s impossible. I have no one to talk to since I don’t have a boyfriend, I think I’m too young to have one...And I think it’s illegal by law for a 12 year old girl to have one. Anyway I like boys to have fun and play with not to live with. Just Imagine living with a sweaty, stinky, foul mouth idiot whole of my life and when they talk their mouth stinks….. Ewwwwwwwww... One of the boys in my class has 5 teeth left and three of them are eaten by worms and one of them has an extra tooth. I asked him if I could borrow it he said I could but it he said I have to pay him for that…L So my journal I don’t have money so I thought of pasting one of my fallen ones on one side of my teeth. It didn't work out my tongue still tastes of glue because of that. So bye for today journal….

Yours loving,

Apsara

Hey guys!! Long time no see; I have being having an awesome hectic time. This is because A/L’s just started and the thing is the books are out of stock. J I just came across a wonderful journal that one of my friends left behind and it is quite a read. She is one heck of a wild child and my god the stuff she has written on that dairy. I think you guys would also love reading this journal which by the way is named the Wild Child’s diary. Oh don’t worry I got her permission but of course I’ll have to censor some names. I’ve started watching a new Kdrama and the name is “The Great Merchant Kim Man Deok.” So anyway if you are a person who loves sports, a little gossip, high school crushes and a lot of swearing you are going to love this diary…. I’ll be putting it online from this Monday