Dynamite!

(or should I say dynooooo-miiiite!)

The last three days of November have been three of the most eventful in my life. And now is where I spill, because there’s a point in my life where I need to pass. There's also something I want to get across. There are people I want to say things to. Because I want to! And ... because this is temporarily my divulging/draining space. :P

Basicamente, over the past four days (including today), a lot has gone on and I’m just a little hesitant right now. Don’t really know what to do…But hey. Maybe this is just life. Ahh… I don’t know.
Okay. So Monday the 27th…. wasn’t exactly an electrifying day so that’s why it’s not included in the ‘three days’ mentioned above, but it’s when everything started. The next day was the 28th. I named it ‘Safe Today, Alive Tomorrow.’ You’ll see why later. :P
It was just…. AHH! ESTUVO LOCO!
...Francais. I think it’s pretty much a known fact that all French exams are horrific, except for people like Shravanti and Sonia. Best friends I swear! :P
...The previous day’s drama. Dear god, have mercy on me… I didn’t know what was happening!!
......I think I’ve been accused of PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING under the sun. It’s just so ridiculous and hilarious, but so serious at the same time. Sometimes I don’t know how I pull through some things. Thank god it’s all over now.
...I was supposed to go to Resh’s house. No note. No nothing. Just a big bag and a bunch of clothes.
...Swimming=dead. Primarily, twas sure as death and taxes that I wasn’t going to Resh’s place, because we had ‘swimming’ till 4. But we weren’t exactly told after assembly because we had a 3 hour exam and were told to ‘go’. I’m not saying that I wasn’t looking for a reason not to stay back, because clearly, I was.
...We left Resh’s house. Went to Bur Dubai. Nuff said.
...Certain people decide to believe rumors when they know they’re made by people who bullshit more than my computer freezes. Or maybe they don’t, but they do for strange retarded reasons that only they know. They decide to cause problems.
...Made a cat sick. *tear*
...Screamed at one too many people.
...Cried. Made three other people cry.
...Realized that someone I thought cared about me, and someone I told everything to whether they told me anything or not, probably wouldn’t care if I got run over by a bicycle and died. Honestly. When someone says they can’t call and they can only message (when you want to talk about something important), they’re not supposed to disappear for 3 days inbetween.
...It finally hit me how this whole ‘separation’ thing is (when I needed someone, and my ‘so-called-friend’ wasn’t there). I’ve never called my brother and gotten his voice mail.
...And that too. Left a message saying “It’s me Radhi. I’m walking on a street in Bur Dubai. I need to talk to you. Where are you? Call me back.”
...The one thing that can make anyone feel better is ICE CREAM. I asked Reshma and Leona if we could drop into Baskin Robbins at Burjuman (do you get the ‘name of the day’ now?) , and we did. Except………. I didn’t get any.
...I told my dad I would meet him at 4:00. Then 6:30. Then 8:00. And then finally we met him at nine. I died again in the car on the way home.
...*Finally got home exhausted. The next day we were getting papers. Peachy!*

Now the papers day. 28th of November. Honestly not your average day.
… I expected my marks to be okay. Turns out they were okay to bad. The one thing I was supposed to get above 70 on 80, I got 60s in. Thanks EVS. But that’s not it. Ahh screws! I’m not moaning about marks, I promise myself. So after getting three papers, we finally got math. Now Reshma and I were like “%^&*$#!!!!!”. How did I manage to screw up so bad? I mean it was so bad, that I was thinking to myself “I would have to become smarter to become stupid. I must be like…Dumber than a box of hair.”
But then that all changed….
Mrs.Premkumar took us to Al Noor. This was immediately after we got our math marks. Here I was crying about bad marks when there were all these young people which were born incapable of doing so many things we take for granted.
They would never be able to walk around alone in Bur Dubai, take the exams that I took, and so many other things that I regret doing. I have to use what I have, study harder, I should be just. Grateful. I feel awful.

The next day was the inter-school swimming gala. We came third, got whipped by Wellington, and just lost to DAA. We came third in our relays. But in the same spirit of the previous day, I’m just thankful.

And today… Today was my realization day. Everything hit me like dynamite! Everything seems to fall in place sometimes. I realized….. Sometimes you just HAVE to move on. You could be angry, sad, in ‘love’, irritated, mad for no reason, cynical and doubtful, pretending, who god damn knows?!? But you have to eventually. I figured out things with myself, and even though things aren’t even remotely sorted out, I feel good. There’s just one person who always helps me. No. He actually does something!, I’m not just saying it. There are so many types of people. There are those who pretend. There are those who are so stupid that somehow they think someone would lie to me about what I’VE done. Some just need to open their eyes! MIERDA! SEIZE IT THE MOMENT IT STRIKES YOU! WHAT YOU THINK… IT.. IT’S TRUE! Some people need to prioritize. Just sit down and introspect for a little while! Some people need to stop being such girls/drama queens/putas/emo freaks. Some people need to stop flirting with other girls when they’re going out with someone. Especially when the girl they're flirting with has a boyfriend. Some people should just grow up. Realize what life is. It’s wonderful. It sucks. Look at it from 100 different angles. Dammit do I even make sense?
This just all needed to come out! I want to out out everything, but I promised I wouldn’t edit anything in this, so sorry if you find it random and weird. All I want to say is that I have the best brother in the world, and he is just….He’s just awesome, and no one could ever come close to being as friggin cool as he is. Natasha Law, I’m soooo pissed off with you, but I love you and miss you so much! MOM! 16 DAYS! Reshma Varghese, you rock :D. And Nishant.. I’m sorry. I really am.

This post was for me.

PSST! Excuse all the spanish. :P Was simply in the mood for acting like Steph.