Tidal Wave...

So we set off on a fine Sunday morning towards Hikkaduwa because the kids wanted to see the coral reef and have a go on the glass bottom boats...

I being sick and all that was not in the mood to go...but did I have a choice with the kids? NO!

Little did I know what lay ahead...

Just past Kalutara and almost close to Beruwala one peculiarity we noticed was that the sea level was really high...but then...none of us thought too much about it...

And just then all I remember was a HUGE wave that just came onto shore and water everywhere and then...nothing...I was speechless...frozen...freaked...

At that moment...I knew it...i was dead.

I saw bodies go floating by, vehicles, houses, trees and even boats...

All we could do was pray, and pray we did incessantly...

The water kept on rising, it started to fill up the van as well...by then the water was at least 4 and a half feet high...

After half an hour -- that felt like a few million lifetimes...the water receded...

But all over death, destruction, crying children, people...

It was horrible.

By the grace of Almighty Allah we were saved.

OH GOSH! Never thought I'd live to see another day...

The dragon lady from hell

She doesn't know me...she thinks she does...but she has it all wrong...

If she only stopped to understand me and accept me for who I am...things would be different!

But NO! I have become a figment of her imagination...or at least I'm supposed to take after that imaginary person she has in her head...BUT THAT'S NOT ME! Why on earth can't she understand that? HUH?

I'm trapped! I'm worse off than any criminal who's been sentenced for life at the worst prison ever!...

Trapped by all her rules and regulations and her NO's seem to close in on me wherever I go, whatever I do!

This has got to stop!

HELP! Please...

BAD! BAD! BAD!

Me messed up BIIIIIIIIIIIG TIME!

SHIT SCENE!

Of saris and things...

I started off today in such a bad mood assuming the rest of the gang hadn't turned up and boy was I pissed...it turned out they were taking refuge upstairs :)
Anyways Aru's plan to ditch the rest and go for a SALE - was stopped by me (which i regretted later) and from then on it was BUSY! BUSY! BUSY!
After much discussion a part of the gang finally went for the sale and gaped and gawked at all the pweety earrings and kurta tops (much favoured by the gang) and THEN reality bites!
"Girls! You are broke!" (Yuck! I hate hearing that)
Suddenly we realize we are late coz me and Aru have to get home, get our saris and go to get dressed (since we cannot simply wrap ourselves in the 6 yards or metres or whatever the standard length is of a bloody sari) and rushed home...
We were going for a convocation (NOTE: not ours)
After that things were a whirlwind...
NOW COMES THE BEST PART!
When we go to the sari-dresser-person Aru realizes she in fact had NOT brought her sari blouse (SweetIdiot rolls around with much wicked laughter at the recollection)
And guess what? Aru substituted SweetIdiot's Lee tee for her sari blouse - temporarily that is - until she got home.
The best part was watching Aru trying her best to camouflage the fact that she had donned a tee shirt and a HUGE one at that! And the end result being Aru looking like 'lickle' SweetIdiot's mommy!
[Snicker!]
[Wicked grin!]

Aru - told ya I'd blog about this!

On Christmas...

Well...I was having a little chat with my 'Saturday' babies about Christmas and here are a few thoughts I'm sure I wasn't aware of...

Miss Five very confidently informed me that there was in fact no Santa...it was always someone else who dressed up like Santa. "He doesn't exist," she informed me...and she wasn't upset or anything.

Master Six too agreed with her and went on further to say that we usually had to buy our own Christmas gifts and give them to Santa (who wasn't really Santa - but someone dressed up like him) and he would deliver it to us on Christmas day.

Miss Six however being staunch believer in fairies and magic, did believe in a Santa Claus and vehemently denied her peers views on Santa and his existence...and she took pity on me and said that 'Santa is just like Jesus...he is around somewhere and he always knows what you want!'

AWWWWWW!!!! Ain't that CUTE?

2004 tis the year of ze BLOG

2004: Nope! It ain't that year of the pig, the monkey or even the year of the BIG BAD MONSTER - It is the year of the BLOG!

So let the blogging continue :)

Note: seem to be in a bit of a weird-ass-hyper mood