AIYOOO SANGAAAAAAA MALAAAAAA!!!!!

Apoo today was quite a shocker noooooo. I mean really terrorism seems bit of a joke now ne. The blokes don't even know who or what to target anymore. The Srilankan cricket team of all the people.Our innocent 'poll sambolai batthui' eating cricketers. Pawu aney. Was in grade eight at the time my phone buzzed, deciding how best to drill the idea of what voltage is through their thick skulls.

Nevertheless what I was doing with a phone in a class u may wonder. Wwell courtesy to husky. I had to smuggle it into the class because his friend was bringing me a gift (from husky that is ) :D The gift was deffa the best part of the scene and it deffa was worth all the smuggling! What i liked the most was the packing. it was soo awsum with a nice blue ribbon and all that. It looked soo appealing prolly because i cant seem Even master the art of packing a rice parcel properly! got a little bit of special thanking to do tonight..ahem..;)

Anyways moving on to our terrorist ayyala's, i did get a news alert while i was in grade eight which i didn't bother reading.I heard it all from husky when he called..damn was i shocked..THE SRILANKAN CRICKET TEAM WAS ATTACKED BY UNIDIENTIFIED TERRORISTS IN PAKISTAN!!!!!seriously pictured how big ajantha's eyes would have become. That all i look at when ever i see him..seriously. The reuters say "They appeared to be well-trained terrorists. They came on rickshaws. They were armed with rockets, hand grenades, kalashnikovs." i mean really, who and why would they want to throw grenades at our boys? and attack them with kalashinikovs! I MEAN KALASHINIKOVS!!! HOW MANY OF OUR BOYS DO YOU THINK CAN EVEN PRONOUCE THAT WORD!?! pathetic isnt it..

Just a seconds later old Sam struts into the room almost screaming her head off! "Our team has been shot, SANGA has been shot!!!!" i mean really, rumours sure spread like grape vine, but it sure is as efficient as a game of secret passing..everything has to be twisted around! and there was this seventy year old woman almost in tears over Sanga's plight. She really fancies him. Letting datha take over the tedious task of calming her down i walked into grade 10.

Double physics..sukz..anyways was happy to know they didn't know anything about it yet, and knowing the girls were die hard cricket fans i delivered the news as solemly as i could.. Iinitially it was just shock, followed by damns, screws and fucks. I mean really I was a teacher but they paid no heed.. Well was really touched by their patriotism...because generally cricket is the ONLY thing they feel patriotic about! After a few minutes of hoos and haas i ordered them to settle down and i was just about to begin on boring half life of radiactive elements when this girl burst out crying..i mean really, thats the fist time i saw anyone just BURST out crying..It was Hashy, an other wise very sweet girl.

"mm..miss ddddo you th..think he's ok???"

" err..whose ok??"

I was really confused. I mean she was laughing her ass off about sum joke when i entered the class and now she was crying. My species..not the most predictable thing on earth.

the other girls around her giggled.

"Its SANGA miss! she's terrified that he's hurt. you said he was shot nooooo.." they chorused.

"jeeeeez"

seriously i just stood there looking at her..And i burst into a fit of giggles..
she was crying real hard now..her friends were by then surrounding her, comforting her and snickering at the same time.

I shook my head at them..they seemed to be in no mood for any physics..i carried my pile of books and made m way not the staff room to be greeted by grieving- teary eyed Sam. BBRRRRRRRRRRR....not again!

Give me a BREAK!!!!!

Screw the bloody terrorists!

teacher blues!!

Wow, I abandon my blog for few days and my besty starts taking over. Sooow i thought its time to regain my copyrights.hehe. Just kidding, that was an awsum thing you did azee.Was ignoring writing in here because I almost drowned in all the other stuff I had to do. Just reminded me of people who actually bother reading all this stuff ( that's husky excluded because Ive to force him to do it anyway..He's like the most not literate person on earth! Hates reading while me on the other hand spend half my living day lights reading. Weird ne, matches really are made in heaven, cause it's all a sweetly tangled.hehe ).


Been real tight these days, with the last semester around the corner. Which means EXAMMMMSSSSSS are on the way..Seriously exams suck universally..more when you are teacher than when you are student because the tedious task of having to actually mark a 'REMIX' of what you once taught them lay ahead.

Its not easy on the students either, Ive been there and i know it all. But there was nothing like breezing through a paper that you were well prepared for..it was always sunshine for me..hehe..husky has quite a vivid view on exams though..To quote him he feels 'cornered' during exams and also um 'turned on'..Can u make anything outta that??? i generally keep away from him during the 'rare' times he does study for an exams for reasons you guys pretty much can comprehend..hehe


The pre-exam period is just as difficult.People say students find it hard to deal with exam tension, but helloo, take it from me, its actually the other way around..Its really the teachers who suffer with exam tension.Its really frightning having to do revision with the kids..i look at them and pop a question and they blink black as trying to remember something that happened in some previous birth. Its a frigging turn off..





i litrally look like that..need i say more?


Its just a handfull of them who actually do this..not really worried about the bright nerd cases, its the weaker students that really matter.. And when you do succeed with them, the pleasure is mutually immense..Just one bright smile they flash makes it all bloody worth while..You can actually hear them thinking- i can do it too.. wel wel, il just keep my fingers crossed. At the rate im going, my fingers wont last for long!

My promise

I promise all you readers that I will churn out a post once in two days. I realized the importance of correct spelling and capital letters thanks to my darling friend Az. So I'll be correcting those mistakes in ALL my previous posts and will continue to write in the proper manner from now on. My good friend Az made me understand that my remarkable writing talent will not show unless I correct that. I am a person who keeps promises. As Az would tell you I am a trustworthy person so you can expect me to keep my promise on all the above mentioned things. Take care ppl. You will be seeing more of me from now onwards! :)

home sweet home

I stepped in there, taking in the refreshing salty breeze that gently kissed my cheeks. A welcome change; a secret place; a sweet escape..you name it and it was that. i walked, dazed and mesmerized by the breathtaking beauty..so serene..so tranquil..i could hear nothing but my own ragged breath..i wrapped my arms around myself, embracing, a slow smile breaking through my lips..i lowered myself onto the fresh silky green tuft..bent forward to inhale the sweet fragrance of the white roses that surrounded me..i lay there..hands behind my head,staring at the pearl blue sky..a single white dove winked at me from high above, while the cool breeze tickled my skin and soft tides kissed at my feet..i closed my eyes..



bliss..



bliss..



bliss..




"Settling in then" my eyes fluttered open, half annoyed half curious, in answer to the sweet soothing voice..the flowers smiled at me, swaying their graceful white heads. "of course" i smiled back, already instep with their dance. I looked down at myself,i looked like them.Dressed in a white flowing gown;a garland of sweet flowers adorned my head..I caught my reflection on the crystal blue water, i looked beautiful. I swirled.The wind singing at my ears, the waters slashing harmoniously on the glassy pebbles..i whirled around, feeling euphoric..ecstatic..The flowers whirled with me..i laughed..it was musical..i walked gently..wanting to memorise every bit of everything i saw..i continued for moments..long blissful moments..my feet hit on something;the first awakenings of pain..It felt oddly foreign..i looked down..something gold flashed before my eyes..i bent to get a closer look..


A lamp!


Just like the one in Aladdin's. I picked it up excitement and curiosity accelarating my heat beat..I rubbed my palm on the side, it was worth a try..All i saw was smoke..blue green gold smoke..




POP!!!!


"Greetings me fair lady"



I threw the lamp and backed away. There he was..A real gene...he grinned down at me, flashing his big white teeth..My fear overtaken by the amazment of all that mythical splendour i was seeing..magnificent he was..finally finding my voice,



"your Aladdin's gene!!are you not?"



" oh my fair maiden, do not speak of him.." he continued looking offended.



"it only insults my powers to be compared to him. He, as you wish to know, is a distant cousin."


i nodded, dazed..Nothing really registered.



" speaking of my powers,at last I'M FREEEEEEEEE!!!!! he boomed


"you my fair pretty lady set me free..i must admit i was getting bored with the lamp..high time it happened after 3000 years..and for releasing me i shall grant my fair lady anything her heart desires "


"oh u mean i like get three wishes??!"


"noo no no no no," he wagged his fat finger at me.



"not three..ask away me lady, to your heart's content..only after you are content would i be free to leave.."


"hmm..well, so you'll give me anything i ask..anything??"


"ask away me lady..Will happen at the zap of me fingers"


"zap zap zap zap!"


"aha, hear me out first..by the way, if you've been spending the last 3000 years in that lamp, u think you could give me what i want??..things have really changed around here you see.. LIKE men no longer take daggers into their hearts if their lady love happens to die..they simply find another girl or worse another man. and thats prolly the beginning of the list"



"Alas, me lady! my powers are beyond your assessment..ask away!" he sighed



"As for how you humans behave,I could never comprehend 3000 years ago.. and i have no intention of doing so now. Ignorance is bliss me fair maiden!"



" oh Mr gene, ive wished like a million times that someone would grant me three wishes..now that i doooo have it im quite clueless!"


"uuuuuuuumans" he muttured


pretending to not have heard him, i continued..


" so you think you can make us all EITHER white or black? EITHER rich or poor?


could you stop all wars, conflicts and genocide?


would you put an end to hatred, tyranny, terrorism and abuse??



can you find a mum n dad for every orphan out there?

could you mend broken hearts? could you give them their love?

could you make the blind see and the crippled walk?

could you turn back time and make it stop?

could you stop death? could you bring lives back?

could you make dreams come true?

could you atleast give me hope?

could there be one faith, one colour and one shape?

could you make us content? no want, no greed, no anger, no pain, no hurt, no loss??

could you make us all happy and ONE?

im done with the tears gene..

could just please make me smile??


i looked up at the gene, gazing into his bright blue eyes-searching, hopefull.



He looked pained..his smile no longer promising;actually he was'nt smiling at all..


"oh my poor fair maiden, i pray to thee.


Please dont set me free"


POP!!!


blue green gold smoke again..this time the smoke winding into the lamp..


I looked down at the lamp,the following words appeared on it:


"HOME SWEET HOME"

I smiled

It was time for me to return home too..i looked back at the flowers, they waved at me..they looked so calm. I inhaled the intoxicating sweet fragrance that hung in the air around me..it filled me up with hope..maybe strength as well..


"i'll be back again.." i told them

"when i need to breath"

The tiny specs girl

Im seated here, the music on full blast on my headphones. I'm hardly listning to the lyrics. I just need the sound-a getaway.I need the music to drown the loudness of this voice that keeps playing on my head. Listning to it gets me no where and i find myself thinking and thinking just to end up where i started..messed up in genral. But again who isnt messed up these days? our cricket team's one classic example.


Anyways my 19th century VDU seems to be finally showing signs of ageing and that explains the delay in the posts. I need to chuck the thing out and get a new one, but ofcourse as always im brokeee!!!!!!!!!!! ive this 'magic' wallet, quite contrary to being full of bucks, evrytime i put my money into it, it seems to suck it up faster than the black hole. Recesssionnnnn sure is here!


Was in for quite a shocker earlier this week..my besty texts me up around 10 at nite to tell me she was going to get engaged. i checked the date to see if it was the first of april..realizing that we just stepped into 2009 i called her up. It was for real. She wasnt pulling my leg. I was sooo errr confused..I know you think im being paranoid and stupid but i dont know..azee just cant get engaged like that.i mean she'd have to marry eventually if so rite?? thats the problem, i cant imagine azee married!

Its not like ive the most boring life on earth you know.I just try to get hold of the whole rollercoastric style of it and whoaaa im in for yet another shocker..at first i was just completly shocked..i mean azee just cant get engaged because she has to get married then! and i just couldnt imagine her married..my deceitful dramtic mind was already conjuring mental images of azee walking down an aisle with macho-kinda guy and then an image of a tiny azee calling me aunty. darn! it was quite an ordeal that day and i remember shaking it all off my head as soon as the images had formed.

I know u dont understand why im freaking out soo much..here's the titbit. Its an arranged marriage.So it just worked out quite suddnly. i knew it was bound to happen sooner or later but i guess never expected it to be this soon! and i guess im scared..you knw worried..i was never in for an arranged marrige..i mean i really wanted to get to know the person i was going to eventually tie a knot with..i wanted the same for azee..felt she should get to know this guy she was going to spend her entire life time with. But she's real conservative, so she's all cool with the arranged marriage thingy and from what ive heard soo far, this guy- Miffy, sounds great. so alls good..ive kept my fingers crossed anyway..


Feels weird to think she'd be getting married and all dat..i just want this to be perfect for her..because she's this girl with an amazing heart..she just simply cares n cares n cares about evryone..pretty much like mother theresa, you know the too good to be true kind. hehe. thats what i like the best about her. i mean to think of it, its this thing we used to share in common..After a number of umm mishaps ive learnt that u simply cannot be that way with evryone..its a cruel world out there..if u just happen to care too much about people, they just tend to take you for granted, use you and den they are done..and u just hang in their regretting and taking all the shitty consequences that follow..ive been through it and it hurt like hell..i just dont want azee to go throught all that.


Its sweet to think of how we became best buds.I remember being not very happy about my 6th year in school because we were burdened with the unwelcome news of the two parallel grade five clases (5M and 5H) were to be combined for the following school year. Azee was in 5M and me in 5H and i simply hated her class. I wouldnt get along very well with anyone in dat class bec i thought they were all pretty stuck up.Initially i was very subtle with azee because she was always kind and nice to evryone..But the fact that she belononged to the M class was enough for me to cut her off my i like you list.

Anyways the claseses were merged but we separated ourselves within the class; we sat on two sides of the class room. Our girls wouldn talk much with them and likewise..This continued for like a month or so but soon we were warming up to their presence..And one day- i rem that day soo wel..It was a free period or sumthing and i was writing sumthing on my book. The girl who sits next to me had left school so the chair remained empty.

"Can i sit here"

i luked up and saw azee, peering at me throught her specs..i smiled.

"Sure"

and she sat..i remember, distinctly, seeing friends whispering to each other.It was quite a brave thing to do, because her friends obviously didnt approve with what she had just done. and we sat there in silence for a few minutes. i continued with my work.

"do u have a best frind?" she asked

i looked at her, smiled and said "no"


Silence again. I went back to what i was doing.


"um ok, can we be best frinds???"

i looked up at her. She looked very excited and i smiled back at her, equally excited. The idea seemed good and i liked her.

"Allright then. Lets be best friends"

And we were and stil are!

hehe..we've laughed about it countlesst times..it all seems stupid and sweet now..but im grateful it happened..my life wouldnt have been the same without the tiny specs girl in it..she's been the best friend ever,even if ive been stupid and moronic enought to hurt her. Along the years we even lost touch because of my stupidity..but she never gave up on me..She made it a point to keep in touch and eventually she helped break the ice and forgave me for hurting her..and nothing has chnged since..


And Azee, if your reading, your about to make the biggest transition of your life and i just want you to know that il always be here for you..to celebrate the triumphant moments and to assure you we screwed up in not soo triumphant ones. Just continue to be the angel you are. Its hard not to love you and girl, ur gona win Miffy's heart in a jiffy. And hey, You rock, your my besty ne. hehe

JAM TREAAAAAAAT..UrrghH!!!!

wow..been a while since i wrote something ne..and it sure feels good to be back in here. waaaaaaaaaaaaaaattttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttsszzzzzzzzzz uppppppppppppp everyone???hehe wel wel wel, one more exam to go tom and im done for good!

i woke up at 4 in the morning to the sound of my stomach growling (i skipped dinner last night bec i was waaaaaaay too lazy to eat). I'm serious, i was extremely hungry i considered eating my sister who was snoring her head off..i took one look at her, mouth half open and breath like my old neighbour's 19th century car..I decided she wouldn't make a delectable meal. so i crept outa bed and tiptoed to the kitchen..

i entered the kitchen to find the work tables wiped spotless and the dishes all done..the usual site. my mom goes psycho clean when it comes to cleaning the kitchen after all the hassle n bustle with the days cooking..so i walked towards the next best option-the refrigerator.

i yanked it open, only to find it empty except for a jar of jam, a few eggs, yeast and some other not instantly edible stuff. my stomach started growling all over again.."fine, waiiiiiit..IL eat something" (i talk to myself very often, um in private that is) and with no option left and quite appalled about what i was going to do, i picked the jam jar got my self a spoon, plunged it into the jam and took a whole spoonful in..i mean really it was completely disgusting, thinking of it now, but i was just too darn hungry!! i think i went for three spoonfuls and i was done..disgusting as it maybe, it did the trick..you just cant eat too much of a sweet thing rite..i gulped up a huge glass of water and went back to sleep..not a very healthy routine,but hey all that studying just gets me..i was exhausted!!

i woke up n found myself rolling into the morning and i dragged myself into the staff room. its just too tiring these days with all the practising and all that..the prize day is just around the corner and all that..and i just have to scream my head off to get the girls ( who have turned extremely clumsy for some reason) in order.well after an awful hour or so of rehearsals i went to the staff room for the break and was greeted with GG's toothy smile. i smiled back, my spirits lifting a little as she handed me my tea..i thanked her and took my seat..dropped my head on the desk and took a few deep relaxing breaths..i placed the hot mug on my forehead, the heat calming me down..(I'm real weird rite??)

Nadi was sitting next to me. i lifted my head up and sipped my tea in silence, listening to the animated conversation around me and returning an occasional smile which Miss mini (the math teacher) shoots at me quite often. some how the conversation, which is always pretty diverse hit on a very um embarrassingly popular topic..err, very politely put a questionable,weird act which "married" members of the opposite sex engage in..only to result in often dramatic consequences..like teachers running to the bathroom in the morning, and coming back looking exhausted and everyone's asking her, "is its that??" whats really embarrassing is that, most of the teachers there are people who happened to have taught me..i could never in my rite mind imagine dem urrr..in the picture that they seem to paint..and i don't know why its just soo embarrassing..i find myself blushing at the detailed reports I'm often forced to hear..

teachers are weird creatures..i mean most of them act like they suffer from some split personality disorder..they teach with such perfection and poise and off the class room they are (most of them) reckless and err..wild..hehe.nevertheless I'm quite used to it now and ive begun to see teachers as normal people..(even if they once taught me) and hey about the stuff i have to hear, a little extra knowledge wont hurt rite..hehe

PS: hw do u like my new play list? husky did the whole computer part of it. which of course means he Can log into my account..so if 'I' write something that sounds a little 'off ' or not quite like me..u now know who did it. beeeeee warned. hehe

Life's just a Vanity fair

its one of those days, you sulk around feeling very, umm, morbid..life just has to be soo cantankerous sometimes..i woke up, screaming my head off ..more distinctly i woke up screaming " DAD..DAD.." i looked around, panicking with the second, only to see my sister looking up at me like i was demented or something. " what??" she snapped..i pulled off the sheets fast, literally throwing her off bed in the process and stormed into my parents room without bothering to knock..there stood my dad, combing his hair, all ready to go to work..he looked a me confused and i just stared back...and then i started crying (really..more like bawling..)and literally "breathing" at the same time..

i could tell it really alarmed my parents and i was pretty sure it was not because of how i looked when i wake up; typically a train wreck.. bec my dad immediately got to my side and made me sit down before he asked me what's wrong..i sat there crying like an idiot...my mom got hold of my arm and started asking me the same thing..she was starting to panic now..my sis then broke into the room, looking very grumpy and annoyed." whats with her??she woke up screaming Dad Dad"..i literally heard my mom breath out .." u had a bad dream??" she asked, her voice softening and i nodded.." silly girl"..my dad started laughing and i started crying harder..i was feeling stupid but i just couldn't stop crying..

my dad kinda stroked my head and hugged me and it was only then i kinda started to calm down..he left for work and i was sitting there like for an hour, still crying and trying to forget the vivid flashes that kept coming back to me..what was the dream about? i heard my mom ask.."nothing" and i went back to my room feeling stupid and scared..

i then called husky up..he sounds real good in the morning..exceptionally good..it normally cheers me up..but even his gorgeous hello didn't measure up today..the moment i started talking he went "why angel, what happened" and i repeated everything that had happened and before i knew it i was crying again..i know, I'm soo stupid.but husky's very used to my tantrums..he coolly coaxed me to stop crying, assuring me that dad was alright..he had this you-know-you-sound-like-a-kiddo-and-i-think-its-cute tone in his voice..and then he sang to me as well..some song called love bug..it really does wonders on me..when he sings i mean..

The day just went on as "emphatically" as it had started..the morbid feeling just not going away..is there really any fairness in this world? you just don't seem to get what u deserve..its one of those days which makes you feel like happiness is a long lost myth..and you just want to crawl back to bed and sleep like you never had awaken..life never is fair sometimes is it? its like this messy vanity fair, u just cant seem to settle for what you get, either because there is always something better or something undone out there..either you try to move on from a haunting past or deal with some unbearable loss..life just finds a way to kick it all back at you..and there u are, helpless and distraught, left to pick the pieces up all over again..

PS: ive got my exams lined up this week..so to those who do take time off to stop in at reality chek, posts may not be regular til the 23rd..wish me luck! c ya around...

weird creatures

ahh..no school today:) me on leaveeeeeee...study leave actually.hehe..and im sitting here blogging..but hey, i was up studing til 4 am and ma dad woke me up at eight, just when i was trying to solve a circular motion sum i was dreaming about. pathetic i know..but it happens to me when i fall asleep after studing..ive been getting pretty weird dreams lately..studying sure Can be injurious to health.

its 12 am now, and seems like prince charming is still snoozing..(il call him husky hence..prince charming is way too long)..no miss calls, no text, no nothing..i just dont understand this thing with guys..back during the "prehistoric era" when i was being wooed, id see at least 5-10 missed calls whn i wake up..and two or three long lovy dovy texts, dat would put romeo to shame..and in those rare times, when i do wake up in the middle of the night i see dem, and go "awwwww" and call him and he answers in his sleepy ive -missed -you voice.


hmmm those were the days..things stared taking a drastic turn ever since i pledged my undying love..no lonng love dovy texts(except the occasional ones after an argument or if mr romeo gets into a mood),no missed calls and when i do wake up in the middle of the night and happen to give him a call, he now answers in his why-arnt-you-asleep voice or he cuts the phone!!!!!!!.And when i do confront him in the morning, often ready to bite his head off, he goes " u called angel?? really?? I did dat?? nooo..im soo sorry angel..i was soo sleeepy.." grrrrr...see that's the thing with guys, everything they do is as small as their mental capacity. all dey need is to know is if the girl is as serious as they are, and from that day onwards, they take the reigns..and its just no use warning you girls out there, bec these treacherous creatures have their own way of finding their not soo blocked roads to your hearts.. they are like the common cold virus, you just cant find a lasting cure. gosh, the studying really has gotten me..


But again, not that things are not nice anymore..he always treats me like i am the only girl alive :) (at least when he is not playing pool or doing something on his laptop or hanging out with his "ingenious" friends) But i really cant complain, because its seems like we've actually grown up together..he understands me, i understand him and there is no need for assurances anymore..but there are "prehistoric things"that i do miss on and off.


Ive very weird men in my life. A dad who wakes everyone in the house up, when he clears his throat in the morning. and i happen to get a very good dose of the appalling grunt or whatever sound dat is, as my bathroom connects my parents room and my room.


then there is husky who has his own stroke of weirdness..a lot of it actually..one being me having to force him in an hour long call, to make him get under a shower or clean his room..and we all know men are not the most hygienic creatures on earth.

and then there is my brother..the little teaks just 5, and god the things iv to put up with. since he started walking we had to put the TV up on the wall (bec he happened to smash the screen of one with a broom) , we had to constantly change or re-cushion the couches and remove all vases and flower pots inside the house. and quite recently he's started raiding my room..sometimes id step into my once tidy room, only to see handbags, slippers, hairsprays, and books thrown all over the place..and i get into this rage and hunt around the house, with a very noble intention of teaching him a lesson.. i find him either curled up sleeping or smiling brightly at me, both of which puts me off guard..i find my self smiling at him and hugging him and giving him a big wet kiss on the cheek, which he never forgets to wipe. and then i go back to my room and start cleaning all over again.

my closet is already ruined.. i caught him spraying ma hair spray on it..and seems like it has reacted with the wood leaving indelible marks on it..and i just cant make out what he seems to have written.

my closet, after my brother worked on it..


And now, his latest mission happens to be wanting to get his hands on my little soft toy collection, dat i keep INSIDE my closet for two reasons.

1) my mom is perfectly unable to walk pass a soft toy without having to throw it or give it away bec she things im too old for them.

2)Ive to keep it in my closet and hence far far away from me the places i typically inhabit for long periods of time, like my bed, on husky's orders bec he thinks they initiate my wheezing (which i get quite occasionally). He also made me give away all of my huge teddy bears, which was quite heartbreaking..

:) from left to right : dats husky (the teddy with orange legs..he's my favourite and the cutest.), teeger on top of him, then its timmy the doggy, tweety, and the bunny family. cute na?? i had soo many of them, but now ive only 8 left:( Just this morning i recovered timmy from the top of my closet after my brother got hold of him and threw him up there.

anyways id better get going now..I've to get back to studing..grrrrrrrrr...i just hate having to do it...i cant wait til the 29th, when it will all finally be over and i can start breathing again..c ya around.

Wish me luck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

aha, what a day it has been. Pleasantly tiring i must say..nothing out of the usual anyway..but was kinda too busy at school, training the girls..hmm..before going any further, the Gaza massacre has tolled up to a freaking 940..very depressing..and i just don't know what more to say about it..



hmm getting back to the girls..well as i stepped into the staff room I saw pinky (hehe) sitting there..she looked up at me and smiled, a questioning look in her eyes.. it guiltily hit me that i hadn't worked on the script for the skit, i was supposed to write a week ago..well cant blame me can you, Ive been sooooooo busy juggling school, teaching and studying..it can get extreeeemly gruelling sometimes..well, with just a month left for the prize giving n distinctly aware of the acting capabilities of my girls (which would literally send Shakespeare spinning in his grave) i thought i should get the script done today..so i literally dragged pinky outta her class (after she set work) and there we sat working on the script..i needed pinky there to keep me in check, bec i have this tendency to get carried away ..so i mite have cum up with a skit that would last 2 hours instead of the allocated 20 mins..



wel, the theme for this year is "flying high" and sooooooooooo Evey freaking item had to have something to do about flying.. and the skit i was working on was about a errr pigeon family...i know, sounds real weird rite..but its quite good for kids...u know like the bed time stories..it has a moral and all that..ill enclose the script..please leave comments..bec the script is still open to changes and do bear in mind that these are kids..so there is only soo much you could make them do..

Cast:
Mother bird: Melissa
Father bird: Arthur
Two sister birds: Eliza and Mariah.
Blue winged bird : Leena

Narrator 1: Once upon a time, I far far away land, with lush green trees and high mountains..(Dreams)

Narrator 2: Errr… Can you please come to the point.


Narrator 1: um, alright... There lived a happy family of pigeons. One day a beautiful baby pigeon was born... All the other pigeons surrounded it in awe because it had beautiful blue wings... This made it stand out from the rest...

Scene opens with the girls (I mean pigeons) standing around the nest… looking down excitedly at the new born…

Eliza : Mom! Look at her flap her wings!! She is so beautiful

Mother : (smiles) yeah, she is..


(Lights go off at this point. And props for the nest scene is placed, while the narrator continues talking)

As Leena grew older, she became prettier and everybody simply adored her.. somewhere along the way, she became so caught up with her beautiful self that she started to seek pride in it...She was spoilt and stubborn and this eventually broke the once united bird family..

Lights switched on..
(Scene arrangement: mother is busy cooking, while father, sits cross legged pouring over the morning papers. and Leena is busy applying her lipstick...)

Mother looks at Leena, increasingly annoyed with her daughter’s behavior..

Mother: Oh c’mon Leena, at least have two worms! I have stewed it for you!

Leena: Please mom, not again! You’re ruining my latest slim down routine...I am skipping breakfast today...

Mother: ARTHUR!

The sound of his wife’s shrill voice makes the father bird drop the newspaper in alarm. he recovers, picks up the papers and looks questioningly at his wife.

Mother (continues) What is wrong with this child?? Your NOT getting her another copy of “bird weekly”( shakes her finger menacingly at her husband) because she has been starving herself all week to look like that flat chested birdy on the cover..

Leena throws her hands up, in frustration.

Leena: MOM! Hillary is soooo cute,,and im going to be just like her!

Mother scowls at Leena and her husband and leaves angrily. Arthur finally puts his papers down, gets up and walks towards Leena. He puts an arm around his daughter and advices her.

Arthur: honey, would you just listen to your mum. You know she is very sensitive rite? Don’t upset her, she’s just worried about you...

Eliza and Mariah enter the scene, see their dad talking calmly to Leena and roll there eyes.

Mariah: Stop being such a spoilt brat and listen to mum, will you??

Leena jeers at her sisters.

Leena : You’ll are just jealous because I am prettier and more popular than the two of you!

Eliza and Mariah: WATEVERRRRR

The sisters leave and Leena follows shortly..

Father shakes his head in disappointment and continues to read the papers…

(Lights go off again)

Narrator 2: not a great day huh? I don’t think I like where Leena is heading..

Narrator 1 : lets see what happens.

Both Narrators: DAY TWO

(Lights on. Scene opens with mum preparing breakfast…the father sits reading the papers as usual and the sisters and Leena enter. The mother then serves tea)

Eliza: we are off to school

Mariah: Il get home late Mom.. I am going to Sally’s after school.
Leena chokes on her tea and says...

Leena: ha-ha, hanging out with your nerdy friends again huh? What do you’ll do anyway? Plan how to win the next math quiz??? (Rolls her eyes)

Eliza: oh cut it out! We’d prefer hanging out with nerds rather than the spoilt, selfish snobs u call “friends” (quotes the word friends)

Leena: whatever… c ya Mom.

They fly off..

Mother: I don’t understand where this is going...

Arthur looks up at his wife, gives her a reassuring smile and says,

Arthur: sometimes things have to be learnt the hard way...They are going to be fine honey…

Scene dissolves and lights switched on and off…

Both narrators: Two years later

Narrator 1: the sisters graduate high school. .Eliza and Mariah pass out with flying colors and get directly accepted into OXBIRD UNIVERSITY… Leena’s grades were poor and she was advised to re-sit her examinations, to which her parents had agreed. But Leena thought it was an utter waste of time…she believed that future had better things in store for her… And she knew all she needed was her beautiful self and not stupid straight A’s grades..

Narrator 2: One night, when here parents were still asleep, she decides to leave home for good; in pursuit of the acting career she thought was waiting for her...little did she know how much hurt she was going to cause to herself and to those who loved her.

Leena flies into the city, landing herself rite in front of BIRDYWOOD, the most sophisticated and glamorous city in Bird land... She was awe struck by the splendor of the city. And she knew the instant she landed that this is where she belonged; among the famous, sophisticated celebrities. She gazed at a poster of Hillary that flashed brightly before her eyes. She looked down her own self. She felt plain in comparison... A bright blue paint can left in the corner of a pillar, caught her attention…She walked towards it..

Leena: This is IT… I need my feathers to match my wings and I’ll be the most glamorous star in birdywood has ever had in centuries!!! (Exclaims arrogantly)

Narrator 1: OH NO... She is going to paint herself!!

Leena paints herself gracefully and whirls around the stage in delight…( she swirls herself and enters the curtain wing and the another girl dressed in blue whirls out on to the stage. we had to get two gals to play Leena’s part, as we had no time for costume changes.)

Leena: OMG, look at me.. im soo beautiful

( she swirls around and flaps her wings and flies around merrily…then suddenly she falls.. she helps herself up , confused, and tries to fly again. she flaps her wings, but they stay weirdly outstretched and rigid. She tries to flap again. It doest work. Realization dawns on her...

Leena: o my god , I cant flap my wings!! the paint ..it has dried.. oh God,, what have I done?? Awww..it hurts.

She starts to cry…realizing her mistakes...she cries out in regret and desperation

Leena: mum I miss you! I need you now!

Scene dissolves... Lights go on and off.
Props for the nest scene are arranged. And scene opens with parent birds seated and the mother sobs while Arthur tries helplessly to comfort her...

Narrator 2: meanwhile at home

Eliza and Mariah enter.

Mariah: mom what happned?? Where is she?? We got here as soon as we could..

Eliza walks to her mother and strokes her head, trying to calm her down.

Mother lifts her head up slowly…"I know where she is.. "

Everyone look at her. “where” they chorus..

Mother: she’s in birdywood..and we are going to find her..

Narrotor 2: that is what you call mothers love…

Narrator 1: I agree

And so they go looking for her. And they find her. Alone and distraught...

Mother: Leena ( she calls out softly )

Leena lifts her head up slowly. Sees her mom…she breaks into a run and goes to her mothers open arms. She places her head on her mother’s shoulder, unable to return the hug because of her stiff wings and cries…

Leena: im soo sorry mom. I know I hurt you! And God has punished me for my vanity. Look at my wings. I can’t fly!

Her sisters move to her side and drape their wings around her..

Mother: Oh my poor baby, God,is the Most Merciful..He forgives those who truly repent…lets take u home now..


Narrator 1: so she did learn her lesson the hard way huh… God has his ways..

Narrator 2 : hehe, he has indeed. And it does not end here. So sit back, more to come.
Leena becomes increasingly depressed because she can’t fly… She starts loosing hope and the mother becomes determined to help her fly again..

Scene opens with Leena sitting on a boulder looking very sad..her mother flies beside her and gives her a hug and places her wings on Leena and tries bending it gently, as if to loosen her rigid wings..
Leena looks up at her mother and smiles…hope clouding her beautiful face…

Leena begins to sing :

I used to think that I could not go on
And life was nothing but an awful song
And now I know the meaning of true love
The meaning of the everlasting arms…

If I can see it
Then I can do it...
If I believe it
There’s nothing to do it..
I believe I can fly
I believe I can touch the sky
I think about it every night and day
Spread my wings and fly away
I believe I can soar
I see me running through that open door
I believe I can fly...
I believe I can fly...
I believe I can fly...

I believe I can fly…..
( As leena sings the last line, her mother once again helps her bend her wings.. and this time, she is able to flap it fully.. Her mother gives her a gentle push and Leena flies away. her mother stands there gazing at her..
a smile on her lips and tears in her eyes..)

ha, so thats it..had quite a time, getting the girsl to act..it was funny in away..either they have trouble projecting there voices or they act too stiflly like robots..hehe..gues it will work out fine with practice..another thing to keep ma fingers crossed for..wish me luck!

its dark and cruel out there...

Finally sundayyyyyyyy...the only day i have for myself..and the only day i can sleep in til around noon, without having to risk getting a lecture from the parental units. Not feeling as light hearted as i should be..just read the morning papers and saw something on ma mail..really don't know where the world is going..on one side we are suppose to be marching towards victory in the civil war that has been ravaging the country for the past ten years or so, and on the other side we hear journalists being shot dead...are we really walking towards freedom? is this "really" THE END??? to make matters worse, things are not really good internationally either. its just been 15 days since the F****** Jews started attacking Gaza, and the death toll has already reached a staggering 845, with 246 of them being children and 164 being women..reported casualties hike up to a 3000..what captured my attention the most was this mail i opened just a few minutes ago..it was titled : the last words of a mother..i clicked on it, expecting to read some heart warming poem..but this is what i saw..

looking at it just made me flinch..i mean i felt lucky, because i cannot imagine myself in that boy's shoes..this is prolly what thousands of Palestine's go through everyday..what kinda life is this?? i dont think many of us can even comprehend what this boy in the picture is going through..having to luk at ur mum, hold her, while she suffers such a harsh bloody death..i mean, just look at the first two pictures, the woman looks soo vulnerable and scared and she's reaching out for her son, obviously not wanting to leave him out there, all alone..her face,a perfect mask of anguish, regret, pain and fear..being a woman, i can distinctly tel you, i think it hurt her more to leave her son behind in such a cruel, ugly world than it hurt her to die..and just luk at the boy..isn't this something that would haunt him for the rest of his life? provided dat he MAKES into adulthood..i cant blame the millions of Muslims who are brain washed into becoming human bombs..bec we cannot deny the trauma they would have gone through to lead them there..its not justifiable..at least you can relate to the reason behind why they do it..

what does Israel hope to gain?? they just want to buy their self more land to allow the bloody Americans invade more of the prosperous middle eastern soils..and when Will this end?? what have the so called united nations done to stop this? when is it going to stop? what are the Muslim Nations doing??? what good is it, just expressing their disapproval on national TV, while being kept busy leading their comfortable lives back home.. why do we call ourselves Muslims, yet not unite ourselves to help those in crisis?? Are people with power not answerable for every innocent life that is lost??? have their hearts hardened SO much that nothing affects them anymore?? what kinda world are we living in? a world where u can carry on with the splendour of Ur own life, while lives as worthy as Ur own are taken away mercilessly this very second Ur reading this?? what are we to do? Wat can i do?? dont you hate yourself for being soo helpless?? while we sit around kidding ourselves, whishing upon some non existant star that things would start luking up..whats happnin is quite the opposite..god save the world..and his people..ive kept my fingers crossed, you do it too...if u care.

f R i D a Y b l U e S

if someone gave me a pillow now, il grab it, flash my sleepiest smile in thanks and doze of the second i let ma head hit the soft cotton in front of this very screen, regardless of waking up at the danger of being strangled by ma own webcam ( placed rite above ma 1400BC monitor, which am stil to replace) coz am no stil sleeper. reliable sources ( includes an anoying sis, grumpy aunt and a fussy gran) claim dat i take a whole 360 degree turn during the night, kicking anything n anyone outa ma way. wel, used to be very good at geometry bak at school..just dont want to lose touch. now im babbling, do dat a lot when im sleepy.

u may ask wat im doing here,wel ive quite a lot i need to let out..seems like i do get the whole blogging thingy. nevermind dat..its 3.30pm and its quite a nice/dull saturday afternoon, not a likely time to fall asleep, atleast not for me.. but i have to on account of being kept up, arguing on the fone with prince charming and having been woken up, a freakng two hours later, by the very own 'premature' alarm(dats bec i set it BEFORE the argument.) it was real pathetic, bec i fell asleep on the phone chucked beneath ma ear intead of the pillow and unlike the other days, the alarm dd get hold of ma eardrums making me sit up in no time , intead of the usual and very much preferable 'hit-snooze' routine. what a complete waste of adrenalin dat was..God ive soo much to tel and i hvnt evn got passed waking up. anyways, the argument did end wel, with tremedous effort on my part to converse in sinhala, which for sum weird reason he finds very cute..and dats prolly bec i cnt form a complete sentence in sinhala without hving to revise it atleast 4 times in ma head..anyways it did catalyse the whole making up process and thanks to the weird gene in guys, alls now fine in lala land.

And yeah, about freaky friday..it was freaky..but not in the freaky freaky way..um, does dat make any sense?? it was a long day anyway, we had staf meeting scheduled for the afternoon and all dat, and it was a pretty big deal bec the founder princpal (hence called DR -d for DUMB)was bak from canada and was apparently eager to meet up with her employees. After dat heavy, mouth watering lunch which i got down from sum place, i strutted along with d other teachers over to the primary section. mum-extrodinaire dd send me lunch, which i genorously gave away to GG(the school maid) for my own selfish reason, of not wanting to eat home cooked food, no matter how good it smelt. and yeah GG' s a sweet heart in her late 50's i think..she has this mind blowing smile, which i was rewarded with for the lunch. and mind you it was a long, hard walk, bec i had ma silver stiletto heels on. i knw, my stroke of dumbness. who wears stiletto heels to school?? wel i did, but only bec ma dad was in such a hurry to drive me over to school in the morning and i grabbed the first pair i cud reach. and with the condition of our traditional lankan pavements, i whisper a prayer to god for reaching home with no apparent sprained or fractured ankle..

Wel after settling myself just in time to witness DR make her "entrance" , greet and thnk evryne for d cards n stuff which were supposdly sent to her, the meeting strted with d routinal prayer. i hunted my handbag for a pen.which i knew was sumwhere in there..failing to unearth it, i borrowed a pen form a sweet faced primary section teacher who seemed to hve like a 100 pens and loads of oder stationary in her hand bag..i guiltily thought about the contents of ma own bag..it included my fav pink lip liner, my wallet, my lipbalm, my phone, my mp3 and prolly a pen. pathetic for a teacher ne? i had even forgottn to take my notebook and info file dat teachers were supose to take during meeting and i ended up scribbling sum stupid dates dat we were supose to take down on the bak of a book, sum poor student gave me to mark.

Wel was expecting the meeting to be a total time killer, dat basically went on about the upcoming high school prize giving. and the great DR did kil time, but not talkin about the prize giving but ranting and raving about her life in canada. and yeah, she calles herself a candian now, and its just been a year or so since she went there. wel the thing is, she went on talking about like in canada and den about this islamic association dat she joined..and about the things dat she had learnt from there. being a muslim, and loving it, i liked hearing about what she had to talk about..but as she went on, she kinda got outa hand, proly lost control of what she was trying to tel and she went on like propaganding islam in a room half full of non muslim teachers..and its not the propaganda what got me, its just dat along the way she started compltly belittling the oder beliefs and religions..i was sitting next to buddhist teacher, who mind u was fuming with the minute..i mean i understnd dat u belive dat ur faith is the most superior n all dat..heck i do..but evn the religion dat she was goin on soo much about, asks one to be tolerant and respect diffrences in belief n faiths..not belittle dem..and these non muslim teachers were soo vulnerable..they cud ot speak up..bec most of dem were in need of their jobs and couldnt risk losing it..but watever the reason, i was just sitting there, not wanting to hear anything more bec i was feeling sooo bad for evrything the non muslims had to hear..i mean this is just a classic example of how sum muslims behave like extreemists...just like terrorists..who have globally symbolized islam as a religon of terror and violence as opposed to its tranquil and peace-loving nature... the teachers were decent and tolernt enaf to digest her ignorance i guess.but for a person, who talks soo much about religion, wisdom blah n blah..she sure is Dumb..i mean i lost whatever respect i had for her

Finally once she got over the whole religion thingy, anddd get down to discussing school matters i was in for anoder shocker..she said dat she has recived complaints from a parent dat teachers were seen with headphones on at the school premises, lisning to music..and dat it was not sumthing to be done infront of students..a mental image of me, moving ma head to sum track plying on mp3 swam across ma eyes..and there came the Question..who are these teachers ??.. i heard myself saying, um i do..and dat launched her into anoder fit about how music is not encouraged in religion blah blah.urrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh screw me. no i gues, screw her.. i had had enaf for one day and i promised myself dat i wudnt be in school for anoder staff meeting if DR was going to be there..
so much for freaky friday huh..dat day was crappy..i got home,called sum of the teachers and apologized for what they had to hear. made me feel good, atleast..i wish people would grow up, atleast with age.hmmm..

il get going now, n i got heaps to study..wel ive got this exam cuming up..it dsnt end with being a teacher does it..hehe