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
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