Drama Queen

Monday, July 15, 2013

Flawless Skin.

There is this girl I know who fell off a bicycle when she was 15 years old. She didn’t get even a single wound except a simple bruise on her right knee. I thought she was seriously wounded when she suddenly started to cry. I asked her what the matter was and the she told me “I have got a bruise on my right knee and there is blood coming out.” As any other person would say I just told her it was a small bruise and that it’ll heal soon. Just then she told me I want to have flawless skin. I don’t want even one single scratch on my legs. You have a lot of them and they look very ugly I want to look beautiful that is why I don’t even cut vegetables at home because it destroys my manicured nails. I almost died of laughing… seriously this girl doesn’t run in the sports meets at her school and nevertheless she is fat like a pig but she doesn’t do anything at home because she is destroying her Pedi or mani or whatever cured. So much is said and done by our mothers especially in Asian countries where women does all the house work just imagine if our mothers said the same stuff this girl said! God! That would have been the end of civilization in Asia or for that matter in Sri Lanka! Seriously what is the world coming to? NOW IT HAS BECOME A SHAME TO HAVE A WOUND ON YOUR LEG…. Next time they’ll say it’s a shame to have children because it changes your body shapeJ

A Book Worth Reading…

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Book name: All- of-a-kind-family.

Author: Sydney Taylor.

Meet the All- of –a-Kind-Family - Ella, Henny, Sarah, Charlotte and Gertie – who live with their parents in New York City at the turn of the century.

They share adventures that find them searching for hidden buttons while dusting Mama’s front parlor and visiting the peddlers in Papa’s shop on rainy days. The five girls enjoy doing everything together, especially when it involves holidays and surprises.

But no one could have prepared them for the biggest surprise of them all!

This book is perfect for 10+ children who love listening to stories but it also could be read by older children to make it remind you of the younger days which you would love to have back- the days when exams didn't

mean anything…J

# BOOKS

Another good book…..

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Book name: The Bravo Bachelor

Author: Christine Rimmer

One visit to her ranch had landed him in the delivery room…

All Gabe Bravo wanted was to convince Mary Hofstetter to sell him her land. But the young widow had barely told him to hightail it off her property before going into labour. Being an honorable Bravo Bachelor, he stayed by her side, even after her little bundle of joy appeared.

There is no denying Gabe had declared himself permanently single, and proud of it. But with his feelings for Mary growing deeper, he was torn: walk away from mother and child, or do what he’d sworn he’d never do – fall in love!

Well I’ll say this is for our ladies more than the men but really it is a very nice read, even though you’ll blush through some partsJ

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Teenage Dreams

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Have you ever felt that sometimes things just don’t happen the way they are supposed to? Have you questioned yourself about love, marriage, future or even the books you read? Well I know all of us have questions which aren’t answered and some of them are really important specially when it comes to the girl or boy you love, the one you have a crush on or even the subjects you are supposed to study for you’re A/L’s well I have these questions to and some of them are not even worth answering. Sometimes you have dreams which you really want to achieve like being a lawyer, doctor or an astronaut but as time passes these dreams change dramatically and this could sometimes give you a dead shock like it did to me. All the time when I was a small child in grade 5 I really wanted to be a scientist because I was really good at science but as I came to grade 8 I noticed that having three sections to study was stupid. Little by little I started hating science and then I got interested in Commerce and wanted to be a business woman and then in my O/L year I started to hate accounts. Mainly because it had so many things to memorize and the math part of it was terrible. Now here I am in my A/L year doing English Literature, Business studies and Sociology and wanting to be a lawyer. All those years before I thought that doing Arts was stupid and a waste of time but here am I loving what I’m doing. So guys remember never make quick decisions just let your decision making flow with your abilities or else you’ll regret the decisions you have made about your future. Just remember it is you all who are studying and doing a job not your advisors. So make a right decision. It’s never too lateJ

The other end of the line…

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Two countries. Two cultures. One chance at love…

Yesterday I watched a movie which was really pretty awesome! I think you guys should also try watching it because it is really worth the trouble… This how the story goes and by now you guys should know that the movies name is “The other end of the line.”

Beautiful and radiant, Priya Sethi (Shriya Saran) indulges her infatuation with American culture by working at the Citi One Bank Card Call Centre in Bangalore India. She speaks in perfectly unaccented English. She tells her customers her name is Jennifer David and she is a native of San Francisco. When she happens to call the handsome and charming Granger Woodruff (Jesse Metcalfe) to help him with the fraudulent charges on his credit card, Priya and Granger have an instant connection. Unable to suppress the intrigue their easy chemistry offers, Priya flies to San Francisco, much to her parent’s dismay. When Priya meets Granger, they immediately hit it off. Before long, improbably, unthinkably, they are falling in love. But their young love is not without obstacles as Priya’s family has arrived to bring their wayward daughter home. Now Priya and Granger should overcome parent problems to.

I believe that this is a romantic comedy movie which should be watched because of its funny Indian accents and the way Priya’s father keeps on hitting Granger accusing him of kidnapping his daughter all the way from India. It is really funny and is really a treat to the eye… It was released in 2002 and has both scenes from India as well as in America. Approximate running time is 2 Hours and 5 Minutes.

SOME GIRLS….

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This set of girls I know from a class who have become quite an eyesore to almost everyone who cares to look at them… Let alone the look part I could describe them as the walking dead… They bore the guys at the class and even the older children and teachers. They seem to walk around as if they were some kind of Zombies and talk as if they have eaten their religion book, all the time. They are simply antisocial; their jokes make an ordinary 15 or older person vomit rather than laughing. Of course at this tender age all children make vulgar jokes and it’s usually with everyone in class but these people tend to walk around as if they were holy grails… When I was that age my classmate and I set our school ground on fire but these certain girls really seem to believe that women are from Venus and men are from Mars. Seriously living with these guys make the classroom seem more like a cemetery than a place to study in. I so hope that you guys don’t have the same kind of girls/boys in your tuition classes or at school… I do really think that this barrier between boys and girls should not be there to hinder new friendships… of course there is a limit this freedom should go to but these girls are just at number 0 in a scale of 1-10 when it comes to this limit.J

The wicked teacher……

Janathri Weeratunga 9:34 PM 0 Comments

In a school there is a teacher. A teacher who hates other teachers, a teacher who dislike children a teacher who I’m sure is a descendant of Adolf Hitler. She is one cruel person, children just suffer when they come to her class but as soon as they are out of it they really dance the devil with the new class teacher. I sure she believes that the children are her Jewish prisoners all ready to be put into the ghettos She believes that cruel shots are better than kind words and she even causes disputes within the religions inside the class room. She has one heck of a mouth with which she could scream at the top of her voice. She breaks a child’s dignity and the child’s confidence by just two words of her crappy tongue. She makes even the toughest students cry and then she calls the parents and shouts at them too. She even calls the child’s sibling who happens to be doing his O/L’s and asks him if he is an orphan because his brother doesn't do work at school. I mean the thing is these are children’s lives she is playing around with! She teaches them to carry tales and spy on other teachers or children and that’s really bad. Yes I know this teacher sounds as if she is the principal mentioned in Matilda but trust me this one is worse. Children do have their children’s rights don’t they? She is actually violating all of them. I mean no child actually starts studying in grades 1-5 no? I started studying in grade-9 until then I couldn't even spell Japanese – thank the gods for my English sir who brought my horrible spelling up to a standard where I could do English literature for A/L’s and be Cassius in Julius Caesar. Do you really think it’s fair to abuse children in this way? I would say no! I think our government should regulate what types of teachers are being circulated in International schools since there is also a shortage O/L math’s teachers in some private schools including the well reputed ones.J

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Daddy's Poem

Janathri Weeratunga 7:21 AM 0 Comments

Her hair was up in a pony tail,
Her favourite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
And she couldn't wait to go.

But her mummy tried to tell her,
That she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
> If she went to school alone.
>
> But she was not afraid;
> She knew just what to say.
> What to tell her classmates
> Of why he wasn't there today.
>
> But still her mother worried,
> For her to face this day alone.
> And that was why once again,
> She tried to keep her daughter home.
>
> But the little girl went to school
> Eager to tell them all.
> About a dad she never sees
> A dad who never calls.
> There were daddies along the wall in back,
> For everyone to meet.
> Children squirming impatiently,
> Anxious in their seats
>
> One by one the teacher called
> A student from the class.
> To introduce their daddy,
> As seconds slowly passed.
>
> At last the teacher called her name,
> Every child turned to stare.
> Each of them was searching,
> A man who wasn't there.
>
> 'Where's her daddy at?'
> She heard a boy call out.
> 'She probably doesn't have one,'
> Another student dared to shout.
>
> And from somewhere near the back,
> She heard a daddy say,
> 'Looks like another deadbeat dad,
> Too busy to waste his day.'
>
> The words did not offend her,
> As she smiled up at her Mum.
> And looked back at her teacher,
> Who told her to go on.
>
> And with hands behind her back,
> Slowly she began to speak.
> And out from the mouth of a child,
> Came words incredibly unique.
>
> 'My Daddy couldn't be here,
> Because he lives so far away.
> But I know he wishes he could be,
> Since this is such a special day.
>
> And though you cannot meet him,
> I wanted you to know.
> All about my daddy,
> And how much he loves me so.
>
> He loved to tell me stories
> He taught me to ride my bike.
> He surprised me with pink roses,
> And taught me to fly a kite.
>
> We used to share fudge sundaes,
> And ice cream in a cone.
> And though you cannot see him.
> I'm not standing here alone.
>
> 'Cause my daddy's always with me,
> Even though we are apart
> I know because he told me,
> He'll forever be in my heart'
> With that, her little hand reached up,
> And lay across her chest.
> Feeling her own heartbeat,
> Beneath her favourite dress.
> And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,
> Her mother stood in tears.
> Proudly watching her daughter,
> Who was wise beyond her years.
>
> For she stood up for the love
> Of a man not in her life.
> Doing what was best for her,
> Doing what was right.
>
> And when she dropped her hand back down,
> Staring straight into the crowd.
> She finished with a voice so soft,
> But its message clear and loud.
>
> 'I love my daddy very much,
> he's my shining star.
> And if he could, he'd be here,
> But heaven's just too far.
>
> You see he is an Aussie soldier
> And died just this past year
> When a roadside bomb hit his convoy
> And taught Australians to fear.
>
> But sometimes when I close my eyes,
> it's like he never went away.'
> And then she closed her eyes,
> And saw him there that day.
>
> And to her mothers amazement,
> She witnessed with surprise.
> A room full of daddies and children,
> All starting to close their eyes.
>
> Who knows what they saw before them,
> Who knows what they felt inside.
> Perhaps for merely a second,
> They saw him at her side.
>
> 'I know you're with me Daddy,'
> To the silence she called out.
> And what happened next made believers,
> Of those once filled with doubt.
>
> Not one in that room could explain it,
> For each of their eyes had been closed.
> But there on the desk beside her,
> Was a fragrant long-stemmed rose.
>
> And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
> By the love of her shining star.
> And given the gift of believing,
> That heaven is never too far.

I got this by mail wanted to share this wonderful love with you!