Repercussion of Grade 11, finally

I know it's quite the norm to come back like a baws with a very teenager-y reason. So let me also use that and tell you the same. Excusez-moi, I am no better than the others. 

So, coming to what has my grey matter been through the past month, it's not much.

Just 67155 pages, with 861554 new coherent terms, with multiple definitions for each. So simple, I know.

So, just to relax those poor neurons in my brain, I plan to hike out with my friends (this doesn't really imply I am all that cool to go hiking, cause that was never literal. Pssht, I just went to mall). Yeah, so all of this started from the moment the Newton's paper (you have guessed the right subject, don't worry) was slammed shut and I walk out to hug those who were mourning over their paper, like I was just an outsider to comfort their sorrows (darn, no. I was weeping too, cause paper was no good).

As I use the public transport to not fuel my prospering school with unwanted funds and to, you know, kill the unnecessary expenses, the next part of my day included walking back to the good-old metro with a bunch of hooligans (people I wish I never met, but as fate is never sane... Just kidding, they're too cool). 

So, as per the briefest planning, we were to meet at one of our friend's place and then go from there to the mall after lunch. Things went as per planned, except for the slight variations in the timings. 

Planned time to leave the house : 1 o'clock

Left house: 3 o'clock

[Don't misunderstand me to be a time freak. No. I was also a major part of the lets-waste-time-fiasco]

We reach the mall. If that mall's capacity was to hold a jug number of people, well, I saw buckets of them flowing in there.

We start off, walking like a trio let lose, not caring about the judgmental world around us, doing what we please. Yes, I am talking about embarrassing ourselves. 

Starring at mannequins and rating them. Getting roses on 'International Women's Day'. Poking the poor virgin rose here and there (giggles). Climbing up and down escalators. Endless rants about life shit. Laughing, screaming, yelling profanities. Accepting the warm burn-hole-glares. Searching for top, or in complicated terms - a suitable piece of adorner to cover which ever place ranging from your shoulder to hip including fore limbs. Eating out only a Molten Lava Cake from Chillies and then wiping away the remaining chocolate onto our dresses. I think I need to stop right here.

So that's what it all summed up to, and then we all hit home. I see Tobelrone in my bag. I eat 3 of them, yes, just three. And then I zone out into a 12 hour slumber. 

Good-night to all...

Molten Lava Cake