Self Destruction.

What happens when

Your only salvation

Is in your destruction?

-x-

22/11/15

01:35 am.

A Whole Lot of Stuff.

I have been putting off writing for a long time, and I don’t even know why. It’s stupid. So, it’s been a whole week since my school closed for Diwali. Needless to say, I wasted a lot of time. I’m not even ashamed to admit it. 😂

I’ve had quite a productive unproductive holiday so far, though. I completed a season of House MD, and am just five episodes or so away from completing the second season. However, that means my love for Dr House has returned full fledgedly. And it’s kind of problematic, because I established it last year that there is not a lot of my preferred fanfiction about House MD. So sad!

I also watched Paper Towns (FINALLY), and god, do I love it! It had Cara in it, so I obviously had a field day, fangirling and what not. xD

What else? I made the usual rangoli I make every day for Diwali:

I made it all by myself! Thought of the design myself, the colour scheme, and coloured it in, too!

Lol, ignore my feet. Anyway, so I spent like three hours on this. It seems like a lot, but making it was tough. xD

Anyway, I didn’t really do anything on Diwali. I decided to not burst crackers last year, so that was continued this time, as well. I wore a new white dress, and it was nice. Then we had the puja, after which we wished our neighbours, and all that. I started feeling dizzy soon, so I laid on my bed, and started watching House after a while.

Eh, what else? I don’t remember. Oh yes, I’m having trouble sleeping. My folks aren’t paying much attention to that, passing it off as, “Oh, you’ve been going to bed late since ninth grade, of course you won’t fall asleep early,” and, “Maybe if you didn’t nap in the afternoons, then maybe you’d be able to sleep at night.”

The only flaw to this is, that even when I didn’t nap in the afternoon maybe two days ago (more like was forced not to), I still didn’t go to sleep till like four thirty in the morning. And I try not to tell mom dad about the pain, but it does get too much sometimes. Like it does at night. I wish they would listen to me, take me a little more seriously. I love them a lot, and try not to tell them a lot about how I’m feeling so they don’t worry, but it gets a bit too much when everything I’m feeling is due to me never exercising or not making an effort to clean up my daily routine. Which is bull, as I do make an effort. Then, mom is like where does it hurt? And I’m like, nowhere. And then she’s like, you should tell me, please don’t hide things from me.

I try mommy, but I don’t want to hurt you more than you already are hurt by the whole thing.

Well, anyway, moving on.

One of my tuition friends, VP, has gone to France. The day I found about the Paris ordeal, I kind of freaked out. But I tried to be all like, okay, be optimistic. So, I’ve kinda stopped thinking about it. Otherwise, it’d be bad. So, I’m just  thinking that he’s gonna come back tomorrow or day after, and he’ll be fine, and we’ll go back to playing table tennis after math class, and I’ll trash his study table again.

Okay, something cheery, something rainbow-y. Did I talk about how Dr Chase is? Like, so, so pretty. How are people so pretty? God, why. And okay, so there are pretty people. Why are there no pretty boys in my school? Okay there are a few in twelfth, but I have purely platonic friendships with them! There are no pretty date worthy guys in my class, and that sucks!

So, I decided to start studying physics; there’s gonna be a huge three chapter test on the first day back. God, that is so not ideal. Why? Because of so many reasons. Who wants a test on the first day back?

I’ve made up with RS, the guy who broke up with AN, my best friend. I’ve mentioned her before, I think. He messaged me, and was all like begging for forgiveness. I am all about forgiveness, so I forgave him. It is, however, difficult for me to forget, so that’s that. Speaking of AN, she’s having a hard time in boarding school. I feel so sad.

I also got my glasses played around with. The current ones are better, the previous ones gave me a headache. Eh, a few friends told me I look pretty in glasses, but I’m not so convinced.

I had a conversation today, where I called my friend’s iPhone an iNinny, and it was so funny! xD

I wanted him to send me songs and he was like iPhone, so no, sorry, and I told him to throw his iNinny on the wall and and ask for a new phone. I’m so cool. xD

I can think of nothing else to say, so that’s all for now. Next post, I will talk about JC’s upcoming birthday, and the gang’s plan for it. Then, I’ll talk about DS’s and my conversations. And maybe I’ll throw in something else.

Love always,
Sky xoxo.

About a Boy.

This post was actually inspired by a guy I saw on the road today, while going back home after school… The guy was wearing a shirt which is part of the uniform of the coaching institute I went to, and it reminded me of something (rather someone) I had forgotten.

So, just before I left those classes, I met this guy.

It took me at least a good fifteen minutes to reach classes, and so I used to leave home by 3:45 pm, even though classes started at 3:30. Haha! Actually, my school gets over by 2:55. I reach home by 3:10, or 3:15. I change, and eat food. I’m a slow eater as it is, so I got ready by 3:40, eating food and changing into class appropriate clothes (basically the shirt which was compulsory for everyone, and a pair of jeans).

So once I got to the place, I got into the elevator. We picked up a few people, even from the -1 floor (parking), and then went up. Usually, kids get off a floor or two below the actual floor because it isn’t allowed for the students to use the lift (but I’m allowed because apparently being sick has privileges). Well, these Gujarati speaking people had to get off on some place, and there was only me in the lift, along with this guy.

So, a woman asked me what floor it was in Gujarati, and me, being the dummy I am, replied in Hindi telling her I don’t know Gujarati. The guy with me in the lift looks at me with an amused look, and relays the required information in Gujarati.

After the people got off, it was only the two of us in the lift. He asked me if I was new to the city, and if that’s why I don’t know the language. I laughingly reply that I’ve lived here for years, but still haven’t managed to pick up the language. We asked each other what grade we were in, what subjects we were studying, and the like, and by that time, we had come to our floor.

With a slight smile, he told me he’d see me around, to which I nodded, smiling back all the same.

That was so nice – meeting him, I mean. He was polite, tall, and had a really good voice. I’m a sucker for tall guys with good voices (my ex was six feet some inches, with a pretty hot voice, but that wasn’t why I was with him :P), and this guy was my age, and he was quite nice to talk to, considering the fact that I hated my coaching institute, for it was full of dunderheads.

Well, not actually. It had quite a lot of smart people, but what I mean here is, it was filled to the brim with vapid, insipid people. I never really found anyone worth talking to, except people I already knew — like VP and DS. I was actually quite good friends with PJ, but she used to sit with HS, and I hate HS. She’s terrible, and tactless. And annoying. And twice or thrice, I was made fun of for talking to VP in English, and the guy was like, “Bas, hame English nahi aati!” Which is basically Hindi for ‘Stop, we don’t know English.” I felt like saying that yeah, you obviously don’t, but I didn’t, you know why? Because contrary to popular belief, I’m a nice and polite person.

Bottom line is, I didn’t look forward to breaks between classes. At all. I actually didn’t look forward to the classes. Not even a smidge. I used to feel suffocated there.

So, this guy. Wow! A breath of fresh air. I actually didn’t get his name (or his number, for that matter :P), but all we had was that we’d see each other around. I was smiling on the way to my classroom.

When I got to the classroom, five minutes into the class there was an announcement — kids who haven’t received their ID cards, should collect them from the office. So, I was the only one, along with another girl. We made our way to the office, and there’s that guy again! I saw him and he smiled at me, and I smiled back.

It was nice. After that, I never saw him again. Well, that was mostly because I only attended a few classes after that, and then left the institute altogether.

It wasn’t like love at first sight or anything — no. Quite the opposite. It was nice, because I thought he could be interesting company and a potential future friend.

I didn’t even remember all of this, till I saw a guy wearing the shirt on the road, probably waiting for the institute’s transport to pick him up. I then remembered how I used to get late, and then I remembered this. It was quite nice. I wish I had gotten to know him more, but I don’t, really. More than half the times, I tend to make people out to be more than what they are. So, in a way, it was probably for the best.

Also, quite a lot of stuff transpired over the past week, but that’ll be for another post. Be on the lookout!

Love always,
Sky xoxo.

P.S.: I’m so tired of using so many tags and categories! I’m gonna cut down on them.

The Liebster Award! (Take 2)

So, hi!

Yayyyyyy!

One who follows this blog quite religiously (lol who the fuck am I kidding), would know that I have received a Liebster Award in the past. However, the absolutely smashing hystericalselcouth nominated me for it again, and I couldn’t resist writing a post about it! (Another reason is that I always put off doing awards I was nominated for and I’ve forgotten which ones they were… so oops?)

You gotta go look at her blog right away, because I adore her blog (even though I don’t get half of it). So, I’d say some more, but my brain is fried (I’ve gotten absolutely nothing done today and my best friend went back to boarding school after coming home for the weekend and I won’t see her till December AND TRAGEDY OKAY). I will, however, emphasize on the fact that I like her blog and I think you would too, so you should go over there and say hi. Don’t forget to mention who sent you.

So, on with this!

Rules go this way:

1. Post the award on your blog. Done
2. Thank the blogger who nominated you, and include a link to their blog. Done, and done.
3. Write eight random facts about yourself.
4. Nominate eight bloggers who you think are deserving and who have less than 200 followers.
5. Answer the questions put forward by the nominating party and put up 8 questions for your nominees.

Well, let’s get right to it. 8 random facts about me:

1. I used to go for like advanced badminton classes till like two years ago, and one of my proudest achievements were smashes that hit the opponents in the eye. Initially, it happened by mistake, but then I started aiming for the eye; only going easy a bit when the other guy ended up with a red eye that was watering badly.
2. My hair is a mix of brown and black. The reason? I was a very avid swimmer, and the chlorine did wonders for my hair. Not.
3. I want to learn Latin, and Spanish. I was actually learning Spanish till like last year, but school now doesn’t let me have any free time. (Hilarious, as I’m reading fanfiction half the day).
4. I love Tom Riddle fanfiction, especially with OCs. Dramione is my OTP, and I will never ship Snily. Also, Harmony is just wrong. Also, I cried buckets when Hedwig died.
5. There are a lot of bookworms who are all like, “NO I WON’T GIVE YOU MY BOOK WHAT IF YOU RETURN IT WITH CREASES IN IT AND DROP FOOD OR DRINK ON IT NO WAY THAT PIECE OF HEAVEN IS MY BABY I WON’T LET YOU SOIL IT WITH YOUR FILTHY FINGERS!” Okay, so that might’ve been a bit too much. I am known for my theatrics, so I don’t know why it should come off as surprising. Okay, I have digressed a little. So my point is, a lot of book lovers are protective over their books. But, not me. My first pick for bookmarks are folding a corner of the page. I like it when the pages are slightly frayed, the cover a little damaged, because to me that is a sign that the book has been read, and been loved. For me, the book has fulfilled its destiny.
6. In our school, tenth grade is right next to the principal’s office. Tenth grade is also when school elections happen, so the captains (the girls) are the ones who do the announcements on the school’s PA system, which is in the principal’s office. So, for the entire year, it was me, coupled with another girl who did the announcements. The other day, I was going for my biology class, which takes place downstairs (my classroom is on the first floor). So, the vice principal spotted me just as I was entering the classroom, and told me to announce that the essay competition scheduled for the day has been canceled. At first, I protested strongly, saying that my time is long gone, and now it falls in the jurisdiction of current tenth graders to do this stuff, but she would have none of it. I announced it in a  trembling voice, and later got flak from one of my guy friends for saying the American pronunciation of ‘scheduled’.
   I feel like I suck at listing facts about myself.
7. My school holds brutal elections. The rumors about the candidates are wicked. With that being said, never use big English words while delivering a speech to prospective student-subjects. They only go up to you after it is done to ask if you had that memorized for months. (No, I made it up on the spot. Yes, I am that competent. Please vote for me, I will not let you down. Thank you!)
8. I recently got addicted to Nirvana. Does anyone else think that Kurt Cobain’s last letter was poetic, or was it just me?

hystericalselcouth‘s questions:

1. What is your earliest memory from a place which was not your home at the time?
   I’m not sure. Does this refer to the earliest place in a city that was your home, or a city that wasn’t your home? It can also run way, waaay deep, because as you might’ve heard, ‘Home is where the heart is’. In that case, all my memories till this moment should suffice. However, I don’t think you meant it in that way, so I’m gonna try and answer this. One of my earliest memories include playing with two little boys my age when I was in preschool. They were my best friends, and I don’t even remember their names now, so that sucks. Out of the two, one was especially close. I remember his room in vivid detail, which, truth be told, is kinda creepy. Another answer, for a city not my home, was when we had gone to Dalhousie. I remember mom teaching me how to draw Mickey Mouse in the hotel room, while we were waiting for dad and my elder sister to return from wherever they had gone to. I also remember buying Pokemon figurines somewhere there.
2. Do you think we should have a national health service and subsidized university education?
   Yes? I mean, of course. I will add how I wanted to be a doctor because I was disgusted by the fact that people had to pay to get better when they were suffering from so much pain. I hated how this beautiful gift of the gods to save lives had been monopolized. I wanted to reform the medical system. It was only when I grew up a bit that I realized that would never happen. The same goes for education. Education isn’t a privilege, it is a right. Every human being deserves to gain knowledge, which would in turn lead to him being an important member of the community.
   Wow, I have such utopian expectations.
3. At this very moment, which is your favourite band/ musician and what impact does their music have on you?
   Right now, I’m listening to Paradise by Coldplay on repeat, so I’ll have to take their name. I’m also listening to Bastille and Evanescence again, so there’s that. I can’t explain how music makes me feel, it is actually a pretty difficult task. I’ll just say how it is so amazing that music is capable of expressing what we feel, sometimes without words.
4. Have you ever moved cities/ towns? If so, how many times?
   I’ve moved a lot of times. From my birth city to the present city, I’ve moved four times. (Dad’s an army officer).
5. Infinity or undefined?
   Infinity, always infinity.
6. If you could do one thing as your profession, without considering financial implications, what would you do?
   Write. And maybe teach.
7. What music has father-dear passed on?
   I didn’t really get this question? In case it is a literal question, none. My dad never sings (with the exception of tipsy late nights at home after official dinner parties), and he doesn’t know any instruments. I think. But he’s done plenty of cool stuff like skiing and eating exotic seafood and underground hospitals and even a UN PEACE MISSION LIKE HOW COOL CAN DAD GET.
8. What one thing/event/person has made you what you are today?
   Okay, seriously, my present school and the friends I gained here. I’m not one for gloating, but I’ve always sort of stuck out in my previous schools (this is my sixth school to date), because I was always the top of my class. There were suck ups, and there were acquaintances, and there were indifferent people. I never really had much competition, and hence was always treated in a particular way. This led to me acting in a haughty manner, one that was actually quite rude. It was only when I got here that I was given a reality check, and became the person I am today. I know I sound terrible right now, but that person is really in the past.

Okay, that is it for her questions. Now, my questions for the nominees:

1. What do you like more – the moon, or the stars? If the moon, which particular phase?
2. Have you even been in love? If yes, what is it like? If no, do you believe in it?
3. Do you believe in life after death?
4. What do you think you will see in the Mirror of Erised? Also, what would your boggart be? While we’re at it, what house do you identify yourself with, and what would your patronus be?
5. Do you like poetry? If yes, which is your favorite piece?
6. How many languages do you know? Name them.
7. What is your most cherished possession?
8. Isn’t this just the BESTEST thing ever? Tell me what you thought of it. And if you didn’t get it, I’ll gladly explain.

Well, this post is now drawing to a close! Final step: nominees:

1. Gaurav Chaplot.
2. Muskan.
3. Wide Eyed.
4. Isabel says.
5. Ramexa.
6. UnfashionableCupcake.
7. too many feelings.
8. YOU, you who would like to accept this award, because you are so nice.

Also, that’s all.

I have to write a speech for English, study 6 chapters of chemistry by this Friday, and also feel semi-okay to get through the week. Bleak, future prospects are bleak.

Love,
Sky xoxo.

P.S.: If you can’t already tell, I’ve been reading a lot of Harry Potter fanfiction lately. ALSO, HARRY POTTER AND THE CURSED CHILD, SAY WHAT! Please, I beg one of you generous people to give me a ticket to London!

I’m Thinking…

That I should do so much stuff.

1. I should study.
I have physics homework. I have chemistry homework. English, math. What more? Oh yeah, all the practical notebooks to complete. Not to forget how I have a test or two next week, and the chemistry exam I still haven’t given is also scheduled for next week. That reminds me, I am done with the biology exam! I’ll probably get my results tomorrow, and I’m SO FUCKING NERVOUS!

2. I should prioritize my stuff out.
Even though I have notebook submissions to worry about, I’m reading fanfiction and dreaming about how I’d be so good at quidditch if I went to Hogwarts. If you’re wondering, I’d be a chaser on the Slytherin team.

3. I should not daydream.
Far more often than not, I’m daydreaming about when I’ll go to college, and how it’ll be slightly exciting.
That could not happen too, since it’s pretty difficult to get where I want to, so ugh.

4. Stop hatching evil and innovative schemes for murdering people I dislike.
I’ll give an example. There’s this girl I really, really dislike. She was okay before, but now has become all bitchy. It makes me mad. We’ve got this fight thingy going on.
So, anyway. She recently got new glasses, which suck big time. They’re like a navy frame, and they’re like… aviators. It looks so bad! So, anyway, aviators are like these big things, right? I said I’d break her glasses, and use a large shard of glass to kill her. Coincidentally, the day I came up with that… never gonna happen plan, we saw a ‘Dead Body Van’ pass the school. Wow, talk about Final Destination!
I think I should say this before someone takes this the wrong way: I am secretly a sniper.
Okay, jokes aside, I am just a really bored person. I don’t want to kill anyone. Please, relax.
But really, I can be a sniper. You know those carnival games where you gotta shoot like, pointed stuff out of rifles at balloons or something like that? I used to get bull’s eye every time!

5. Come up with a header for the site on my own.
But that’s gonna be tough! I shall try.

6. Stop trying to have a conversation with my ex boyfriend when he clearly doesn’t want to have one.
In my defence, he’s having fun at college, and I love hearing about his college. Also, he did want to remain friends after the not-so-mutual breakup, so I’m trying, but I guess whatevs. And, he was such great conversation. And, he was a Potterhead. I feel like that is enough. (He’s not dead, so why am I using past tense?)

7. Stop expanding on the list of things I want my sister to get me.
So, my sister lives in the USA, and she’s gonna be visiting after I don’t even know how much time. Like the sweet kid she is, she told me to tell her what she should get for me, and like the greedy little thing I am, I keep piling on more stuff to that imaginary list every time we have a conversation.
Also, more than half the list consists of candy.

8. Decorate my room.
My room still has pink curtains from the time I was in love with all things pink. And it’s slightly frightening now. I like black, so so much. And I like blue. Lots of shades of blue. But, that midnight blue shade is love.

9. Take a picture of the little action scene going on in my room.
Here!

Oh, how the mighty have fallen. The one who got bowed to, is now the one bowing.

The thing to the left is some trophy I won earlier this year. Ignore it. Also, the weird looking metallic thing is a model of done NASA shuttle my mum got when she visited the NASA thing. It ended up falling apart, and is now pretty much a war ruin.

10. Stop feeling so fucking low all the time.
It’s getting so insanely annoying. I can’t deal with this low self esteem stuff. I can’t deal with feeling so fucking inadequate all the time. AND I CAN’T DEAL WITH SPREADING NEGATIVITY SO I’LL JUST TELL YOU HOW WE HAVE A REALLY COOL PROJECT FOR WORK EXPERIENCE IN ENGLISH! WE HAVE TO COOK A FANCY THREE COURSE MEAL AND PLATE UP NICELY AND ALL AND WE’LL BE AWARDED MARKS FOR IT AND I’M GOING CRAZY AND I’M WRITING DOWN ALL THESE FANCY DISHES AND AARGH!
Also, I dearly hope I’m not asked to get the crockery and cutlery, because I’ll go all out and ask mum for her fancy crystal glasses, and fine bone china and all that, and I don’t want to bring them back in pieces.
It’s funny I’m talking about food and crockery already, because we haven’t even made our groups yet. Lol?

That’s all for this post, I hope it made you laugh. In case it didn’t, I’d like to point out that I had my earphones on while I wrote this, and that I was walking around my room, and that I even started dancing weirdly at some point.

Yes, so I’m going to take your leave now, in case I lose all of my dignity. 😂

Love,
Sky xoxo.

P.S.: We are gonna do titration tomorrow for chem practicals!

His Eyes.

I'm so jobless.

And I would tell you that I knew him well,
But it would be a lie, for I don’t think I did
Or anyone else did, for that matter.
He was guarded, always had been;
I wish I could say that he opened up to me,
For that would prove his humanness,
Wouldn’t it? To feel pain is to be human.
However, it would be a lie.
Never once did a whimper of pain leave his
Sculpted lips; never once did those
Stormy eyes shed a tear.
Only infrequently did those beautiful irises
Give any indication of the pain he suffered.
Only infrequently did his eyes ask for help.
And only all the time I wished to give him
The world, the one person who I knew
Deserved it the most.

-×-

I write such weird stuff, lol! And I’ve written a similar thing before, which is funny – there’s no guy around for miles. Well, no guy I’m seeing, and no guy who I currently like like. So, I don’t know how I come up work this stuff. I find it amusing. Those of you lovely people who read my previous post, know I wrote about a book project. Well, that goes on a hiatus, as I have make up exams to do. Such tragedy, much sad.

Well, tell me what you thought of this! Constructive criticism (any criticism) is highly appreciated! Also, my drawing of the WordPress logo is pretty rad, isn’t it? 😂

Love always,
Sky xoxo.

P.S.: One of those days, I’ll sign off with my real name, I get confused sometimes, lol!
P.P.S.: I’m curious; does anyone here write/read on Wattpad?

New (Old) Music, New Semester, New Project, (And Sadness)!

This is not an extremely detailed post. Should I apologize? Nah, Sunday morning is everyday for all I care.

So, moving on. If you got that little reference up there, you’ll know what I’m gonna talk about in the first part of this post. I’ve heard a lot about Nirvana, and the like, so I decided to give the band a go. All in all, I’ve been looking at a lot of vlogs and Nirvana music this weekend, and I’m in love! AND I’M ALSO VERY INTO THE KURT COBAIN MURDER CONSPIRACY THEORY.

School exams are over, and well. I’m not sure if I’ll be allowed to make up the exams I missed, but I really don’t care anymore. I really cannot be bothered to study for them. With that, I’m sure it is obvious that the second half of the school year has begun. I was very excited for this year, because Human Physiology in biology, and I love all things about the human body. When it comes to biology, that is. Not that I don’t love the human body – god, the fuck am I rambling about? I’m not in a good frame of mind today, my apologies. I woke up feeling nauseous, and I’m just not in the mood today. Lots of weakness and body ache today, too. I’m also kinda excited for English, because English I like, and also because I’ve already finished one of the literature textbooks, and I like the second half better than the first. There’s a poem in the second half that I really, really liked. It’s called The Voice of the Rain, and it’s by Walt Whitman.

What else? I kinda like Organic Chemistry, but I’m sorta scared, too. I don’t know. I’m so not ready for this. In December, I’ll be giving my SATs, and I hope that the exam goes good. I don’t know, I feel like I’m under performing, and I really, really want to do well, because if I don’t, I won’t get into a college of my choice. God knows, I might not get to do what I want to. It’s sad that I’ve fallen into the whole idea that unless I get good grades, go to a good college, I won’t be able to be happy in life. Because that’s not true, is it? Education isn’t everything. But I’m really sad that it has happened to me, and it will probably never go away, because that is just the way I am.

Okay, so I had really hoped that I could make this a quick post. I guess not. Anyway, I’ve decided that not being able to read is detrimental to my health. No, really. I have unread books on my bookshelf, and that is a sin. Or well, pretty close to one. So, to rectify that, I have decided to start reading. Now, I know I will not have a lot of time to pursue reading in between the school year, so I have decided to give myself a week for a book. In order to ensure that I don’t slack off, I am going to write something like a review on here. It’s a personal goal, and I hop that I can keep up with it. Alas, that also means I won’t be able to watch a lot of TV shows like I had initially planned, but that’s okay.

I think I will beg my parents to let me go see my best friend, who goes to boarding school in Kerala (state in India). I am hoping they will allow me, but I am not too sure. I think I will ask for a ticket to go see her as my birthday gift, but I don’t know. I hope they allow me, because I want to go see her in the break we get after final exams, that is for a month before the new session begins. Fingers crossed!

I have been pretty depressed this past week, but I don’t think I will write about it now. One reason is that it is already twelve, and I told my mum I’d be in bed by eleven thirty.

I also got my marks (for the exams I did appear), and they are not very good. I didn’t fail in physics or math, but then again. I already knew I was gonna get okay marks. My marks in English were highest in the class (that is the entire eleventh grade science stream, woohoo), but I still wasn’t satisfied with them. I knew I could do better, but you know? I got lesser than what I expected in Physics, so that’s sad. I got what I expected in Math, so that is okay.

I still feel that I’ll never get where I want to go if these are the marks I get now. The feelings I got on seeing my board exam marks are returning full fledgedly now, and it is doing nothing for my low self esteem. I felt like they mixed my results with someone else’s. Apart from this, I’m missing AN (my sweet best friend in Kerala), also RS, another best friend that moved away (she went away to the Northeast), and things are not too good right now.

My bestest friends ever! From left to right, AN, me, RS. Ignore the weird chick in the background.

I wrote her an email she won’t see for another month. That’s how said I am. No internet or computer or mobile allowed in school. Phone calls are allowed, so that’s there. I’m really sad, and yeah.

I think the first book I’m gonna go with is Catcher In The Rye by JD Salinger. I’ve read it before, but I’ve been thinking about rereading it, so that’s the book I’m gonna go with. I really like the book, too.

This is it for tonight.

Buenos noches, amigos y amigas.

Love,
Sky xoxo.

P.S.: I have so many challenges waiting, oh gosh!

Sadness, all around.

You read it.

I didn’t give the chemistry exam. Was in bed for like, two days? Yep, two days. Anyway, was in bed for like two days, with the worst headache and body ache ever. Then, the entire Saturday was spent at the hospital, getting tons of tests done.

At the opthalmologist, they gave me a mydriatic drug for my eyes, so that they could check my eyes while they’re dilated. So, long story short, all of Saturday, Sunday, and Monday went by with me being partially blind.

I got my glasses, finally. Do you know what power they are? Hahaha!

I have something called latent hypermetropia (or hyperopia), and also hyper accommodation. These terms are pretty cool, you should look them up.

I can’t properly read (still), and um, what else? Can’t give the exam tomorrow because ten chapters left and I have like half a day left and not even one chapter down.

I also had a chat about my ex boyfriend with this friend, who also happens to be the ex’s friend. Suffice it to say, I’m high on Australian cookery shows.

I also want to make desserts.

And you know what? I will! Make desserts, that is. I’m bored now, and I can’t read all that well, and my mouth tastes like all the medicines I have to take, and I’m just losing it.

I will try studying, and then probably sleep after that, because head hurts.

So I got like a dark blue, almost black frame, and also a red and black frame.

Well, toodles.

Love,
Sky xoxo.

P.S.: I want an accent. I don’t care which, just an accent. American, British, Australian… Anything.

1 Down, 4 To Go!

I suck when it comes to capitalising words in titles. I’m always confused as to what needs to be capitalised, and what doesn’t.

Anyway, MY PHYSICS EXAM IS OVER! And I’m not failing, how cool is that?! But I should still be cautious, I still have math and chemistry left.

So, it’s English tomorrow, and I’m really not stressing it. Like, not at all. I have three chapters left, writing formats to look at, and four chapters of the novel.

I’m so relaxed right now, it’s almost funny.

So, this is just an update post. One song I’m listening to repeat this week is Sex by the 1975. It’s an old song, but I really like old songs. Not that old, either.

AND I KNOW WHO MY FAVORITE MALE MODEL IS NOW.

Well, there was Joshua Anthony Brand, but I don’t think he’s like a professional model. I think he models for Hollister or something.

But this guy! Lucky Blue Smith is what he’s called. AND HE’S SO PRETTY ASDFGHJKL!

That pretty hair and that gorgeous face, and those eyes!

So to sum up, my favorite models are:
Cara Delevingne, Rosie Huntington Whiteley, Lucky Blue Smith, and Joshua Anthony Brand.

Such pretty people.

That’s all for this post. I know I’m bored, but I still have to study.

Toodles! Wish me luck, folks!

Love as always,
Sky xoxo.

P.S.: I do the hula hoop like a fucking PRO.

Sleepy.

(Warning: Post may contain PG-13 stuff. Read at your own risk. Kids, go sleep.)

Since I’m extremely sleepy and can’t sleep till three or four, I’m gonna try to stay u by writing stuff which will probably not make sense to anyone (especially me in the morning).

I’ve noticed that people in my school who’ve taken commerce and science are very different, even in appearance. Like, not appearance. Just differences in how they maintain them.

So on one hand, you have the commerce girls – always waxed, pretty hairstyles, not one hair out of place (unless you’re talking about non-head areas – in that case, no hair at all), um, what else?

Okay, whatever. Then the science girls – I think only three girls wax (or shave), people don’t care about their hair (seriously don’t), and even the guys have long nails because they forget to cut them.

Is this a coincidence? I think not.

(What am I even saying right now).

Then, all the homosexual jokes. (Not aimed at me, of course. The fact that JC and VV and I spend three fourths of the school day gushing over Christian Grey and alpha males only pays homage to this fact). I’m not sorry to say that they are extremely entertaining, because they certainly are. Especially when we were joking about AW, SJ, and GT having a threesome, and them not getting what JC, VV, DK, K, SRC, and me were laughing about.

Especially the bit where SJ asked SRC to open his mouth and he did and everybody went CRAZY! I lived up to my name (the drama queen, if anyone was wondering), and did a whole thing – walked backwards in shock, clapped a hand over my mouth, wide eyes and all, dropped to the floor; all the while crying about how I’ve been scarred for life.

What else? I mentioned JC, VV, and I gushing over guys in the paragraph above, didn’t I? I should expound on that.

So, for those of you who know, yay, but for those of you who don’t? Don’t worry when Sky’s studying biology! (Um…)

So, there’s this thing called Wattpad where people write stories. It’s fun. It consists of everything from fanfiction to original creations, and has a lot of genres.

Okay, so. The three of us read stories on there and discuss them at school. And well, the strong, dominating men are our favorite. And don’t forget possessive.

We also love Christian Grey. Well, JC and I do. VV hasn’t read Fifty Shades.

Um, what else? School’s pretty fun because we have such cool people. Recently, we’ve been playing volleyball – the entire class – because exam week and less people come to school, and it has been so much fun.

On Wednesday, AW and BA were shouting at each other while we played, and all JC and I could discuss was how the two alpha males were this close to pissing and marking their territory.

If anyone plays volleyball, there’s this play called ‘fingering’.

With the whole ‘alpha males going at it’ scenario, my mind had a field day. I corrupted JC too, and all we could do was laugh every time somebody mentioned the word.

BA was being super annoying though. I completely side with AW (and not just because me likes), but also because I got in a spat with him where my reply left him crippled (not really, I’m nice).

BA: You’re playing center, go in front!!!!!!!! (For the fifth time! He said the same thing so many times!)
Me: How much more space do you fucking want?
BA: GO IN FRONT! (He was playing mid defence, which was basically behind me.)
Me: *stomps ahead, pulls the net above head, walks in the other team’s area and turns to face the idiot) Is this good enough for your highness? *sickly sweet voice*
Everyone: *laughs and applauds*

Everyone was getting sick of his shit, I kid you not. Even I’m not this mercurial, and my mood swings are something else.

I don’t even know what this post was. If anyone went all omg what did I read, I warned you!

Love,
Sky xoxo.

P.S.: Weirdness knows no bounds at the moment.