The sound of the repeated ring of the phone, rang in my ears. Recluntantly I forced open my tightly shut eyes.. The ringing stopped, and dad called my name.. Wei-I's footsteps came running up, she pulls the netting, then the door.. I quickly shut my eyes.. in great pretense that I was still sound asleep.. She called me twice.. I refused to budge, sending silent messages to my eyelashes to stop flickering... After realizing her failure in waking the motionless lump on the bed, she retreated ( much to my delight) and closed the door. I rolled myself to the other end of the bed, lifted my handphone.. it was 9 am ... " Who could have called so early in the morning?" Curiosity made me jump out of the bed .. pulled open the door.. and asked " Who called?" " It is so and so .." Wei-I replied from below. Phew.. I was lucky I didn't pick up that phone call. No, the caller is no stalker, no coll mate asking about assignments .. It was a girl, I've know in secondary school who is two years my junior. One who's hyperactive in nature, one who doesn't sits still in class. She comes to my class every other day, interupting teachers, telling them she has someting important to find her sisters.. which she refered to me, Wei-I and another friend. " Jies" she calls us. Each time her shadow appears, we tend to hide, even supportive classmates and teachers will tell her, we're busy. Each time she finds us, she will start crying, telling us how everyone in her class bullies her, how teachers negelect her. Sigh. We tried to help, but our advise to her falls on deaf ears all the time. After leaving school, I was quite relieved I wouldn't face her and her endless problems again. Yes, though it sounds real bad.. but it has reached a point of annoyance to the 3 of us. I was proven so so wrong, thinking I could avoid her.. She called the very 1st day school started in 2006. Same problems.. same complaints... Until this very day.. this very morn. She called an hour later after her 1st call this morn.. This time I had to pick it up.. and listen to it all over again.... Sigh.. I reacalled the initials on the band I kept in my drawer a few days back.. It answered my very own complaints.. " WWJD"  What Would Jesus Do? Lord grant me grace, patience, kindness.. Every single day... .
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