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

first steps

hmmmmmmm..blogging..just my new time killer. i dont even knw how this thing works..i need to probe deeper to unveil d mystry behind d craze i suppose..but too bored rite now..nothing dat cnt wait rite..wats with d bloggin bug anyway..one momnt ur thinking its just a waste of time, next moment ur reading sum friend's blog and the next thing you knw, ur signing up..atleast dats wat i did..hehe. its quite capturing..especially whn ur doodling away.
i soo had trouble cuming up with a screen name and finally just gave up on all dat gothic "click-catchy" ones dat kept shooting across my skul and settled for "storm" ;my very own x-menish style icon. i mean cuming to think of it, i really woud have preferred the silver mane and the whitish eyes n all dat. wud have gone for it,but dat cumes with the risk of being kicked out form the sweet shelter of my home and broom lashes from ma mum..not a likely package rite, especially whn u got a job dat pays u enaf to cover ur travel expenses and not being fond of doing dishes, laundry n all dat domestic labour dsnt help one bit either. so i wisely settled for just d name..ignoring dat anoying do-you-think-its-good-enaf nagging at the bak of ma head.
and oh the profile..dat was shit..i mean i hate answring those questions..fav book, fav movie blah blah.its always the same old thing and its just plain anoyingggggg hving to write it all out. and how do i make ppl read this thing anyway?? do i go adding ppl like in sum pathetic social utility network or do i go around bugging ppl to chek it out personally? either way, not very inviting. so if sumone happned to read this, just tel me how its done. gues dat enad bloggin for a day, wil catch ya on d next post on::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: god knws wat.