Name:Rivali Dass
Age:16 :)
Birthday: 5th Oct '92
Class:1D '05, 2e '06 <33,3e '07, 4e '08
School: MGS
I <3: Family, My dogs, 2e, 4e, MORONS, painting, designing, writing weird stories, being generally weird, unsettling people...
I was really bored, so I checked the MG website. The next year's form teachers are out. And, I was even more bored, so I typed out this horribly informational post...
3M
People Morons there: Meera Su-lyn
[Seriously, how dumb can people get?? Who in their right minds would put these two in the same class? And not put any prefects in there? Oh well, good luck to the teachers... MWAHAHAHAHAHA..]
Form Teachers: Ms. Marilyn Lau (some new tchr) and Mrs. Joyce Ang (quite nice).
3E Morons there: Me! Ding (Xin Yi) Nicole Sotong (Xing Yi) Jin Yee Nat Tan Cheryl Seah Yanka Giselle Tham
Eh, come to think of it, my class sounds quite nice, don't you think?
Form Teachers: Mrs. Janice Tee (Salad says she's the motherly type) and Mr. Seow (Cheryl and him are re-united! ).
3T Morons there: Char Lala Claire Candice
Form Teachers: Ms Cheong (donno) and Mrs. Janet Ng (Hitler history rocks).
3H
Morons there: Tiffany Too Tricia Hwam
[Again: what were you thinking??]
Form Teachers: Ms Chu (a chinese teacher) and Mr Ling (maths teacher).
Form Teachers: Ms. Goh Seck Hoon (quite okay) and Ms. June Tan (HAHAHAHAHAHA I have a...vague feeling she's not gonna like Esty...?)
YShe laughed. And laughed. And laughed yet again.;;
Monday, December 25, 2006
3:59 pm
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
<3Rivali
YShe laughed. And laughed. And laughed yet again.;;
Thursday, December 21, 2006
11:31 am
OMG.
My sister's PSLE posting results came out TWO MINUTES AGO.
SHE GOT INTO MGS!!!
Yayyyy :)
PS: My sister's the opposite of me, like really responsible and innocent and all, so PLEASE do not think MGS is gonna die or whatever. She's like Zhang Hui or Claire. Really.
YShe laughed. And laughed. And laughed yet again.;;
Saturday, December 16, 2006
3:40 pm
Okay... I came up with these two rubbish ultra-short stories cuz i was BORED. :D
Its about Salad and Amrit when they're grown up. AMRIT Status: Married
Husband: Sean Richie(Rich Guy) Kids: London (girl) and Paris (girl) Living In: A mansion Job: (Desperate) Housewife ---
The butler announced that Sean had arrived home. Amrit rushed to the living room, the train of her Dior gown trailing behind her. "You're back!!" she screamed at her husband, flinging his briefcase at the butler. "Where have you been? Huh? Cheating on me? Huh? WHO HAVE YOU BEEN SLEEPING WITH???" "Erm, I was working," he replied, truthfully. " You could call my office and ask." Rolling his eyes, Sean started up the stairs, towards the bedroom. "Yeah, right... DILLHOLE!!!!" Amrit screamed at his retreating figure.
The verbal abuse of her husband was interrupted by the arrival of Paris, her elder daughter. " Mummy, what does dillhole mean?" she asked, with all the innocence of a 5-year-old. "Its another word for YOU, ratbag!" Kicking her daughter out of the way, Amrit marched towards the gigantic spa room she had constructed in the left wing of the mansion.
Sighing, she immersed herself in the warm scented water, then started throwing darts at a picture of her husband. She thought about how the marriage had first started out, with every day filled with fun, laughter, diamonds, vodka and sex.
Now, all that was gone. Except the vodka.
Smiling, she downed a whole bottle of it in one gulp. --------
SARAH Husband: Scot (Nobel Prize Winner) Kids: VolcanoArashi(girl) and Plateau Sorata (boy) Living In: A High-tech Apartment :D Job: Geologist --------
Scot heaved a sigh. "Sarah, could we pleeeeaaase take this hideous painting off the wall??" "No! And if you do, I'll divorce you," said Sarah calmly, making a salad for dinner. "Yes but-" "The morons painted it for me as a farewell present when I left for Harvard."
"Yes. But. Its. Hid-eee-ous," said Scot, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists in an effort to contain his exasperation. "I know that the bowl of salad your....weird friends painted has some significance, but, you know, why is there a picture of Beckham in the painting? Or a live rabbit chewing carrots in the salad?"
"Haha, that was Xiao." Sarah laughed. "And what's this word written in the corner?" He squinted at the painting. "Flaba...jaba???"
"Yeah, that was Riv. Flabajaba!" Sarah skipped out of the room, and headed towards Sorata's room. Sorata and Arashi, her precious four-year-old twins. They blushed *just* like she did.
Sorata was watching anime on TV. "Hey, Plateau(his nickname)," asked Sarah brightly, "What are you watching?" "Future Killer Cyborgs 101. Mwahaha."
Sarah, shook her head. Why was her son turning out to be a moron? Oh well, at least he's a genius, she thought.
"Sorata, could you tell me the 97 times-table?" Her son stood up, switched off the TV, and turned to face her.
" 97 x 1 = 97," he began. "97 x 2 = 194. 97 x 3 = 291. 97 x 4 = 388. 97 x 5 = 485. 97 x 6 = 582. 97 x 7 -"
"Okay!" exclaimed Sarah. "Thats enough! Saladballad!" She returned to the kitchen to make salad, with the help of her robot.
[ps: I'm sorry, the robot was quite random.] -------
Rivali
YShe laughed. And laughed. And laughed yet again.;;
Friday, December 15, 2006
8:53 pm
Update: I typed this post out when I was in Calcutta.
I was just struck by a random thought. I'm not in Salad's class next year right? So who will construct a 3e '07 blog? Hahaha.. damn random.And sad :(
Anyway.
I went out to dinner with my cousins yesterday.
FYI - My mom has two sisters, Rupa and Soma.
Rupa - We call her 'Big Masha.' How did such a weird name come up, you ask? You see, she's older to my mum, so in Bengali, I was supposed to call her 'Boro Mashi' which means Elder Aunt. But since my Bengali sucks, I translated the 'boro' into English, so it became 'Big Mashi.' But then, I was a dumb child, so I couldn't pronounce it and Big Mashi became Big Masha.
[Before you start pointing at me and laughing at my stupidity, Xiao Hui, let me remind you of something. You know that girl who sat in front of you this year? "Salad?" Her name is Sarah.]
Anyway, and we call Aunty Soma - Munna Masha. I shall not delve into how that came about, because I'm feeling quite stupid... :(((
So, Big Masha has two sons, Riku (14 yrs) and Rishi(11 yrs). They have real names. *narrows eyes* I just ....forgot them..
So I went to KFC with them ytd.
So, we were at KFC and I saw these 2- 3 homeless kids outside. About 5/6 years old at the most? They were really poor, and were selling like balloons and all to make a living. And it was really sad cuz they were looking into the restaurant at all the people sitting there and eating. Its really sad - the way they say it just wants to make you cry.
Like- "Sister, could you buy this. Please? Just something small... Anything." And the way they speak is so desperate. I mean, hell, these are 5 or 6 year olds. In singapore, they would be in Kindergarten playing and colouring and here they're starving and trying to get some money. And they weren't even begging. They were selling balloons, trying to get the money decently.
Then this guy, his wife and two kids walked across the street, and into KFC. Bloody obnoxious man. The kids approached him to buy the balloons and whistles - whatever they were selling. He ignored them. They pleaded with him. He shook his head, and arrogantly waved his hand, as if to dismiss them. Then he started lecturing them about how they should stop "bothering people" at night.
WHAT THE HELL???
You don't want to give them money, fine. But who the hell would go and start telling them about, I don't know, stuff like "Oh, you shouldn't be begging now, you should work towards getting a proper job."
How do you get a 'proper' job? By having an education, right?
Hello, these kids can't even get money to feed themselves, how are they gonna pay for school?
And 6 year olds don't work ANYWAY.
I felt like punching the guy. And when I was done with him, he would look like a pancake. I'd punch that beer belly right back into his guts, and steal his wallet while he was puking and give it to those kids. I'd smear the spittle that dribbled from his mouth all over his face. And then, I'd kick him right on the obvious bald spot on his head and make sure he apologized for being born. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Anyway, after we finished dinner, Munna Masha gave the kids quite a bit of money. :)
God bless all the kind people in world.
YShe laughed. And laughed. And laughed yet again.;;
Thursday, December 14, 2006
12:42 pm
I'm back. :DDD
Sorry for keeping the blog abandoned for so long. So, i have this whole post about my time in Calcutta, but I was just flipping through my Sec 1 handbook, and i saw all the quotes there...
Mrs. Ong: Rivali? Rivaaaalii? Are you with me? Hey! Come outta dreamland. We're doing maths!!
Mrs. Thomsett: Write to the point girls! Just don't write- "My Uncle gave me a teddy bear. I was surprised." You must write something like - " My uncle gave me a teddy bear. I was surprised because I thought he was not hip enough." Tiffany: Shut up Amrit!! *laughs loudly*[obviously not paying attention] Amrit: [sniggers; it is apparent she must have said something sarcastic which either, a) had no relevance to English or b) insulted the teacher. ]
Mrs. Thomsett: I went to Catholic Junior College. Someone: [says something] Mrs. Thomsett: No! Not Catholic High School! JUNIOR COLLEGE!!! Jermaine: [oblivious to her teacher's exasperation] Was it a cheena-fite school?
And, remember last year when everyone was like quite scared of Hui Ling? WE LOVE YOU NOW LING! But, anyway this happened last year-
Tricia: Does anyone want to be Hui Ling's partner for art? Lianne: Its pointless to ask, Tricia. Mrs. Chan: Anyone volunteer to be Hui Ling's partner? Please? Out of the kindness of their hearts? Lianne: We're all evil, Mrs. Chan.
But, I remember this year when I partnered Hui Ling for the music exam. it was super funny!
Ofcourse, since our music teacher was Ms. Cheryl Ng, the exam hardly was uneventful.
I think the pair who had taken the exam before Ling and me must have told Ms. Ng something about how we all still thought she was going out with Mr. Seow.
Then, I don't remember exactly what happened, but Ling and me must have said something about the alleged relationship.Then, we were about to start playing the piece on the recorder, when Ms. Ng was like -" Why do you think we're going out??"
Hui Ling and me: Err... so obvious lah! Ms. Ng: But we're not! Hui Ling and me: Haha..right... Ms. Ng: Okay, you can start playing.
[Hui Ling and me inhale deeply, and start blowing the first note.] Ms Ng: But I'm not going out with him!!! Hui Ling and me: Erm.... yes you are. Ms. Ng: No! Okay, okay, nevermind, start playing..
[Hui Ling and me inhale deeply, and start blowing the first note.] Ms. Ng: But I'm really not you know!! Hui Ling and me: Aiyah, you like him lah! Ms. Ng: No! Okay, okay start playing.
Then, when Ling and me started playing at last, we started laughing.
Sighh... it was a wonder we didn't fail. :)
Back to quotes anyway.
Mrs. Thomsett: Girls, some of you are so....moronic when you're writing in you compre.. 1D: What does that mean?? Mrs. Thomsett: It means you're MORONS okay?
Unfortunately, the morons in 2e weren't insulted. I took it as more of a compliment, so whatever.
Shakti's Sister: You! Amrit! You know whats wrong with you? You like more than ten guys and you can't even remember their names! But for me, I will always love Rajkumar. Rajkumar- Amrit: Who's Rajkumar? Some bloody retard from the street issit???
[UPDATE: when I was reading through this, I started thinkin - If Amrit's like this to an innocent (then) p5 girl, I wonder how she'd act if she had kids? Then I realized how funny it would be if us morons acted like the retards we were now, instead of being responsible and taking care of our darling sons and daughters... Hmm... maybe I'll post about that next time. Its quite interesting, don't you think?]
Mrs. Thomsett: So are you ready to write some metaphors? 1D: NOOOO.... Mrs. Thomsett: Why???? Cheryl: Coz rhyming's more fun - Hello, mellow, yellow, bellow... Mrs. Thomsett: WhatEVERRRR..
How nice.. *rolls eyes*
Mrs. Thomsett: Adverbials is the answer? 1D: Yes.. Mrs. Thomsett: Correct. Now what the hell are adver- 1D: [sits up straight] Mrs. Thomsett: Whoops... Um... sorry girls. I meant..."what in the world are adverbials?" 1D: Yeah, uh-huh.. Rivali: Tricia! Shu Wei! Act offended. Like its are really bad swear word! Tricia: [doesn't hear me as she is talking to someone else] Shu Wei: No. (stones off)
Esther: Shut up lah! If I'm a moron, who the hell are YOU two? Amrit and me: Insolent brat! You shall be beheaded!
Mrs. Nat Lim:Okay, class... Tell me what the characteristics of a rainforest are, and lets wake Rivali up. Rivali: *wakes up*
And I remember the pinata incident... I got SOOO pissed off, okay. I mean, seriously, I felt like strangling anyone in reach. Not because of the incident, but I think more because of how the pinata thing looked!
So, it was Founders' Day 2005 and all the groups (of 5) had to make something to put in the class display. So, Amrit, Sarah, Esther, Shu Wei and Me decided to make a pinata. It was *supposed* to be a heart shape, but when we blew up a heart-shaped balloon to make the base, it looked more like someone's cleavage, but whatever.
And we had to make the damn thing during Values Ed- which I despise by the way because at least this year, Mrs Chan thought it was rubbish and made that clear to us, and since we all agreed with her it wasn't really a problem- but last year Mrs. Thomsett acted like it was really important. *rolls eyes* ["Values???"- you scoff.]
So, back to the cleavage pinata. So, I was quite pissed off. We had had to endure hours of being told how wonderful the other classes displays were and how some 'innovative, creative, caring class" had made a plastic cake with all the displays in it or something.
Truth be told, our pinata wasn't really coming out well. Other than the shape, the colour was HORRIBLE (blue and yellow stripes- MG colours) because the paint kept on dripping, and the glue we brought wasn't strong enough. So some other group had used rice paste or something, and had alot left over, so we decided to use the rice paste as glue, but that didn't really work, but we used it anyway.
At this point, try to imagine what the pinata looked like, or save yourself the trouble and don't bother.
So, Mrs. Thomsett was walking around and commenting on all the other groups.
Mrs. Thomsett: Is that all you've done? Don't you think you all could do something a bit....be-tter? [walks away] Five of us: (when she's out of earshot) ******
Don't try to make out the swear word by counting the number of *'s because I put a wrong number of them to mislead you.
Speaking of swear words, next year, defamation of teachers on blogs is gonna become an offence, so, I have approximately...20 more days to curse as many teachers as I want...MWAHAHAHAH.. SUCKERSssss mend my ways and start blogging about daisies and sunshine.
Mrs. Thomsett: Look , I don't know- I just don't get WHY people like Tiffany- all of you actually - eat in class, talk, read, magazines under the table..... when I'm teaching. I mean, I respect you, don't I? 1D: *No answer* [Tiffany casually hands Tricia a stick of Polo. It gets passed along the whole back row, and everyone pops one into their mouth] Mrs. Thomsett: Don't I? 1D: *No answer* Mrs. Thomsett: Don't I respect and be fair to all of you?? 1D:(softly) Noooo.... Mrs. Thomsett: *scowls*
Mrs. Ong: Your DOGS are the most influential people in your life?? 1D: Yup... Mrs. Ong: Then why don't I see you all crawling and barking?? Vera: Cheryl crawls... Cheryl: Shut up! [ whacks Vera on the head]
Mrs. Ong: Any questions for the maths test tomorrow? Priscilla: What are the answers?
Mrs. Thomsett: Priscilla, do you know where I found you read-a-thon card? On my DESK. Isn't it supposed to be with you? Priscilla: Erm... Mrs. Thomsett: You honestly don't know what a pain in the ass it is to lose you book, you know. Tell her how it is, Sarah. Sarah: [Gasps for air.]
And talking about vulgarities..
Mrs. Thomsett: And what if someone's parents from 1E decides to donate $2000 on Monday? Huh? Then? Then we're screwed..
Rivali: [running to Amrit's desk after a history test] Stupid exam! Honestly, man, I wrote total rubbish and- Lavanya: Rivali! Mrss. Pandian's glaring at you! Mrs. Pandian: Must fly there issit?? [points to Amrit's desk.]
Mrs. NatLim: [talking about global birth rate] So, when do you think you will start having babies? 1D: 27, 28, 33, etc. Esther: 12. Mrs. NatLim: And when do you want to stop having kids? 1D: 35, 33, 41, etc. Esther: 18. Mrs. NatLim: Esther, there's something wrong with you.
Mrs. Thomsett: [cloze passage answers] We will value it and give you the best _____ - the best what girls? 1D: [filing nails, sms-ing people under the table, eating sweets, in various states of slumber, etc.] Mrs. Thomsett:Come on Singaporeans! The best...PRICE!!!! Singaporeans' favourite word right??? Deal, price, Bargain...right?? [jumping around like a dying chicken] Shu Wei: Stupid woman.
Rivali: [starts tapping Amrit's head and singing 'Crazy' by Simple Plan] Amrit: What do you take me for, Rivali? Rivali: A drum.. Amrit: Its my HEAD you bloody fool.. Rivali: [whacks Amrit's head harder]
And I think this one's the funniest...
There was this 'Monkey's Paw' skit we had to do for English, and Sarah, Amrit, Shakti, Lavanya and RenJean were in one group. So, there was some scene in the skit were fire was needed. The abovementioned group cut strips of yellow, orange and red paper for the fire.
We used to practice every English lesson. So, during one of those practices Amrit thought it would be funny to stuff the 'fire' into her glasses. So, she couldn't see, obviously...
Amrit: [fooling around] Sarah, Renjean, Shakti and Lavanya: [laughing alot. Suddenly, they stop laughing.] Amrit: Oi! What happened? Is Gina here?? Mrs. Thomsett: Yes, Amrit, I AM here. Amrit: Uh-oh....
Later..
Mrs. Thomsett: You all should be serious you know. Why are all of you always laughing? Sarah: (muttering) Cuz Amrit's jokes are funny..
1D rocked :)
Rivali
YShe laughed. And laughed. And laughed yet again.;;
