Birthday blues, eh?!

It's my birthday tomorrow. But am I feeling really excited? After all..I'm going to turn ("sweet") 16, get presents, hugs and CARDS and people are going to express how dear I am to them. But, no, guess what - I'm crying and suspecting that I'm clearly out of my freaking MIND.

Basically, today we had Sports practice - race selections took place and..the first round of tug-of-war. Tug-of-war is one of the most hyped up event in my school and I'm in my house's team. And..you know what? We won..but we did not win! We are supposed to have 3 matches - whichever house wins 2 of them, automatically wins. And, my house had won the 1st and 3rd. BUT, who can stop a bunch of sore losers when they have set their minds onto "winning" by hook or by crook? The teachers of the opposing house said that their team "hadn't been ready" when the whistle was blown - is that even minutely believable? -

1. The whistle is blown AFTER the center point of the rope is directly above the center line. And, that is done only and only after the anchor of both ends have been tied.

2. Before the whistle is blown, the anchors of both teams are asked if they're ready.

3. The opposing team had fallen for Christ's sake! If I were to believe for a single moment that their anchor wasn't ready, then the obvious outcome would be that they would not be as strong and would be pulled easily. But, that did not happen - they bloody FELL !!!

4. Has anyone ever heard of best of "FOUR" matches?


..so we lost.

It is understandable when students cheat - they are not only kids but they also are not supposed to be "setting examples" for other people. However, it is shameful, disgraceful and totally DISGUSTING when it is the teacher's themselves who are......CHEATING. So, can we say that the teachers are condoning cheating (I never have, but I guess that the teachers are setting that example for us!)?

I am not a sore loser and I don't mind losing if I know that we lost to an obviously better team. But, this time, it was UNFAIR. What was worse was that even our house mistress wasn't there......



So, I was feeling horrible about that..and I called up a friend of mine. I had invited her to my place for my birthday tomorrow. I'm not having a party but I did invite the people I love the most. My friend didn't know if she could come so she'd told me that she'd let me know...and, guess what - It's 6.50pm on the eve of my birthday and she hasn't told me a "yes" or "no". I really don't get it - what's her f***ing problem to say just that much? Is it too much to ask for when I obviously love her as much as only an idiot can consider loving someone else? I'm obviously very, VERY upset about that too...it makes me somehow feel insignificant, you know - like I am not good enough for her and I'm somehow "not worth it".....

Is it really so? I've always tried to give people the best of me...I wish they would know how much I care and actually have the decency to be grateful for that. It's just funny - when people don't love you, you feel lost and alone. And when people do care and have the guts to express it, you realize that you are too good to be loved by someone as inferior as them.

F*** that attitude of people...and f*** me for crying over this - I'm feeling disgusted and I.................


............probably should go and watch Roadies.

Reasons to Cry

I cried today. A lot. It was not the way people cry when they are scolded by someone or are experiencing a general feeling of sadness. No, it was the way people cry when they are broken..tears, a searing pain finding place in the heart, a lingering sorrow in the mind giving way to a terrible head ache. Maybe it is a phase, but throughout the phase, it is the same thing - sadness beyond a limit that is permissible. Depression, yes, maybe it can be called even that.

Have you ever loved someone so much that you stopped caring about yourself? That you ignored the fact that every relationship needs to be both-sided..you too needed to be loved back in return..that you too matter? Have you ever cared so much about someone that you did everything to make them happy and even when that was not returned with gratefulness, consoled yourself by saying, "I did my part, so I have no regrets"..?

And, at the end of the day when it came to that you yourself were suffering due to all of your "saintly" ideologies, how did you feel? A feeling of being alone - lost, trembling and cowering, hopeless and numb? That is how I felt today...

I had/have a friend whom I love dearly. But today, yet again, I realized that I'm somewhat punishing myself by having belief in our one-sided relationship. Each time I invite her over, she makes up an excuse - maybe those "excuses" were genuine reasons a few times, but when it keeps on happening over and over again, do you think it's believable? She barely cares about me..and yet still I try to play the "saint" who loves without expectations.

"Love without expectations..." though, is truly a saying..one that is easier said than done, like Mother Teresa's words - "If you judge people, you'll have no time to love them." Talking about the second quote, if we don't judge people, won't we end up loving the wrong kind of people who will just make use of the fact that they are loved? But, one thing's for sure - no one has the right to judge anyone else. You may have an opinion, but you can't say that "someone is bad"..they may have incompatible features but how do you categorize and label people like that? They're people, not some waste materials that need to be segregated!

Anyway, in an attempt to not wander from the topic, I must say that I had really tried to love people without expecting anything, you know..but it does not work. Somehow a lot of my friends have but taken advantage of the fact that they're loved...is that a fair deal? Won't I be like Brutus and commit the same naive errors if I begin to think that everyone's as pure-hearted as me?

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But, if someone asks me if I repent that I love my friend so much...I would say, no. I've done my bit. I tried all I could and left the rest to her...

However, today I thought of telling her that "I never want to talk to her" just because it is hurting me too much...yet still, I'll probably never have the courage to tell her - maybe because I'm afraid to lose someone I love...or, even more, because I never wish to hurt her.

Perhaps it would not even hurt her..but I'm not going to risk it. For, I know one thing sure - someday she is going to look back and wonder why she never loved me when I cared so much for her... Whatever it is, I truly wish the best for her.

Priceless Emotions

I've had blogs before now..but I've rarely used them to express my thoughts, emotions and feelings. Instead, I've penned down random things in them that would barely have any value to anyone, including myself...and I wasted many a sheet of paper and quite some amount of ink on directly penning them down. In that way, not only did I wrong the subject EVE that I am pretty much forced to study, but I also wrong my ever-precious - as I tend to end up losing the loose scraps of paper on which I write. Therefore, I've finally decided to dedicate an entire blog to the noble purpose of expressing myself, one thing that I best do through writing...

But, I've tried many a time to do the very same thing - and I always end up moving away from the point and typing away meaningless things. But, no - this time, I'm determined to pen down (rather, type out) my frequently overwhelming emotions, minor depressions, slight frustrations...and, more than often, my confusion....

However, never interpret my longing to vent out my emotions through writing as a lack of a confidant - I have a sister who knows me inside and out, even without me telling her; a best friend loves me with her life and a second to best friend, whatever that position is called, whom I practically share everything with...and I'm grateful to them for being there with as well as for me -

In reality, I am out with this blog, or online journal, in an attempt to combine my passion for writing with my passionate emotions...after all, as the hormonal nearly-16 year old girl that I am, emotions seem to guide everything I do -

This is somewhat a tribute to the power of writing..writing, that I shall use as an instrument to forever preserve my..priceless..emotions...