the days fly by so slowly.....

Again......the time frame since my previous blog has been that of significance. I have a lot to update you all on.
First and foremost, the girls holiday, if you could call it a holiday that is, a beautiful disaster may be a more apt reference.
Having arrived in Butterfly Studios (somewhat of a hilarious name for Nat, Jess and I) in Falaraki at around 6pm local time, myself and 9 of my best friends immediately changed into our bathing suits, purchased 6 coronas, 2 amstels and bottle of wkd and settled ourselves in the pool, relaxed, and unaware of the week that lay ahead. I could have sat in that pool in that moment forever, it may have only lasted a short while, but it's times of ultimate settlement like that, where I forget the crazy cruelness of the world and everything that is going on right now, and feel just for a second, that everything is normal. But its not.
The second night my friends and I went on an organised bar crawl, which ended at a foam party, we had pre paid our foam party entrance but the tickets themselves were selling for 20 euro. A lad on a bar crawl opposite ours tried to give the rep a 10 euro note and a 10 dollar bill, the rep realized this and went after the young lad who, clearly under the influence ran into the middle of the road, colliding with a car travelling at about 40 mph. On collision, he was thrown probably about 20 meters, maybe more down the road and landed on his head. By the time we reached that stretch, there were crowds of people, some crying, some shouting, panicking, most in shock at what they had just witnessed. My friend Liz and I went over and tried to help, both being first aid trained and noticing that those assisting him were doing the opposite to what we've been taught to do/ would have done, we tried to offer advice, but got shouted at "They know what they're doing", well, evidently they didn't, but in all fairness, he probably thought we were just being nosy etc, so we just left and waited in the bar across the road. He had significant injury to the head and was hemorrhaging greatly. The ambulance took near on 40 minutes to arrive at the scene and they paramedics were in no great hurry, maybe they see this type of thing everyday, maybe they had given up hope before attempting. I knew the kid would not make it, he had lost far too much blood and had excessive trauma to the head, not including any other injuries and the intoxication of alcohol. But he deserved respect and care as much as anyone.
A while after the ambulance had left, the majority of people around us where dampened and down, but I couldn't help but feel a little angry. I was sorry for the boy and his family and his friends, and I would never ever wish that upon anyone, but I couldn't stop thinking, it was his fault. He made a decision to cheat the rep, he ran into the road trying to be clever, trying to scam someone, full of alcohol, he lost his life for 10 euro. His decisions led to the loss of his life. Nadia didn't do anything wrong, she made no silly decision, she didn't scam anyone, and she was taken, for no reason. And that is what is the hardest to understand.

I shall write soon with the rest of the holiday tales.
x o x o

Results :).

Well.......I got my International Baccalaureate results yesterday. To be honest, I truly honestly thought I had failed. I worked hard and revised as much as humanely possible, but I guess my old sixth form had set me up to fail, I had it drummed into me that I wasn't good enough, wasn't clever enough and that I was generally incapable of achieving good grades. I believed what I was told...but persisted to work as hard as I could. I gave up a lot in attempt to achieve as good a grades as possible, I stopped dancing, limited how much I saw my friends and effectively it led to the break up of a perfectly fine relationship with my boyfriend. Anyways, the tragic events that have occured recently forced me to express how much I "didn't care", when realistically, I did. I tried hard, and I really didn't want to dissapoint my mum, and honestly I couldn't bear breaking news to my dad saying I had failed, I was so scared, terrified to the bone. So 14.45pm yesterday, I was crapping my pants, I've never felt like that before, my heart was beating so so fast. I logged on, and read:
A* English
A maths
A biology
A psychology
B spanish
C chemistry
C theory of knowledge.

SOOOO HAPPPPPYYYY.
The relief I felt was unbelievable. I don't even understand how  I managed to achieve this, I was hysterical after my maths paper, I must have literally just picked up method marks.

I am now in some kind of Limbo, after always wanting to study medicine or pharmacy then applying for nursing as I didnt believe the grades required were posssible, and then acheiving those impossible grades :/ ahhhh!!!!!!!

banannananannanana bannanaannananaan bannanananan bana ban na na

Haven't posted in an even greater significant time period this time, I mean, I have been on holiday and all, but the true reason is merely that I couldn't be arsed!

Holidays......

To be honest, I guess it was hard not to have a lovely time when I was perched in the sunshine, with a cocktail in hand, a steak in tum, and my best friend by my side. 

During the daytime, we predominantly sunbathed, it was during these moments that I found myself lying doing nothing but thinking of the special people back home. I know its not what anyone would want, but I did feel ridiculously guilty that I was on holiday, having a relaxing break, with all this going on back home, leaving friends behind whom are going through the unbearable and most difficult time of their lives :(. 

The evenings were easier, we ate good food, and I tried many different things, which is usually unlike my boring self. We drank cocktails upon cocktails, played games and quizzes and conformed to the generic holiday experience. 

Our last night however was the scariest experience, I don't wish to share the happenings of the evening, as I feel the documentation will indefinitely change your opinion of my character. Lets just say the copious consumption of CH3CH2OH (more commonly known to you un-chemical folk as Alcohol) was a dangerous influence in our evening. 

I can inform you that we had a great time I'm sure of it :).

Movies and Musicals: 

Last night was the opening night of the G&S concert, it was dedicated to the fabulous Nadia, and was nothing less than a perfect tribute. 

I cannot express how proud I am of Nat for staying so strong and professional, so much courage must have been required to commit to the show, let alone dance and sing solo. Both of which were magical, special and heartwarming. And there is no doubt in anyone's........Nadia was watching down and in awe and happiness, as the proudest big sister in the world.  

xoxoxox