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...
That was yesterday. Now, I REALLY don't believe all that rubbish about ladders, and black cats, and all, but yesterday REALLY REALLY sucked.
The day started with me desperately trying to understand those dumb parallelogram diagrams for physics. Like wow. When I grow up, and I'm stuck in a lift or dying or whatever, I'm gonna SO need to draw those crappy things. (Do you realise how pissed of I am?) AND, Ms. Cheong hadn't really taught us the diagrams thing, so basically, on the day of the test, she was supposed to teach us the diagram, then we were supposed to sit for THE TEST. Ms. Cheong almost fainted during assembly, so people were kinda hoping there would be no test. But she came in, taught us the stuff, said she wasn't feeling well, and rushed out. No problem, I mean when people are sick, they're sick right? (Is she ano by the way?) But some weird substitute women, came in after that and started handing out the physics testpapers, BEFORE I COULD COPY STUFF MS CHEONG HAD TAUGHT US.
And I was like " Hey, wait! I don't understand what the test is about! Wait! Hey-" but then I had to start the test. Seriously, that substitute woman is BAD. Hahah, you know why I'm saying "bad" instead of "screwed up, ************, etc? Cuz i have decided to stop swearing! Won't last, but heck.I hate the dumb substitue woman. Pfft.
Interesting, random thing: My p5 form teacher was Mrs. Nonis. She was TOO nice. You see, in front of me sat this horrible, snivelly person called Joanne Ng. (I only realised she wasn't THAT bad in p6) and everyday, I used to throw stapler bullets at her. EVERY DAY. And at least ONCE every week she'd realise that I was throwing small, sharp objects at her hair, and she'd go and complain to Mrs. Nonis. Then, at least ONCE every two weeks, Mrs. Nonis would ask me to got with her to the library, where she'd try to get me to see the 'error of my ways,' not that it worked or anything. I still throw stapler bullets at people in class. BEWARE HILARY! Anw, these are some of the conversations. [Warning: Think I'm bad now? I was even worse in primary school. I just. Did. Not. Have. A. Conscience.I also didn't care about my reputation, because I didn't have one. I still don't but atleast I TRY, you know?]
Mrs. Nonis: Rivali, Joanne told me that you have been throwing stapler bullets at- Rivali: I know. Mrs. Nonis: .... -------
Mrs. Nonis: Girl, it is not nice to throw stapler bullets at people. It is making Joanne very, very upset. Rivali:(muttering) That was the point...
She kept on telling me that it was not nice to do this, and do that. Its like telling Ted Bundy, its not nice to murder people, darling. That. Does. Not. Work. But I'm not Ted Bundy. Really. --------
Mrs. Nonis: Rivali, why do you keep on upsetting Joanne? It is not nice to- Rivali: Haha. Mrs. Nonis: -____- --------
Yeah, maybe I'll post some quotes from primary school in my next post. Hahah.
So back to why Friday the Thirteenth was the most frickin' horrible day of my life.
So, after the physics test, we have...school, the recess, then Bio, where we got back our bio marks. I didn't do that badly. but 70% is not good when I got 92% the last time! Am I a nerd? Yes? Okay.
Actually, school was quite good, except that at the end of the day, I found out something that made me so very, very sad I almost cried. I felt guilty too. But every cloud has a silver lining, right? (Except the cloud called 'Physics.') Well, I just found out some really good news today which didn't make the bad news I heard that bad so its not that bad, savvy? And concerning the same matter, to Meera Rajah: YOU EFFING FRAUD. Damn right you don't care. When you first found out you were almost crying, and kept on going on about how upset and guilty you felt, and how much you would miss ____ and called me atleast five times today to ask whether it was true or not. So don't you friggin' pretend NOW, when you've had one day to get some control over your feelings. And I am NOT telling you anything.
Haaaarrhh...
Thursday and Friday, our class had a bake sale to raise money for Club Rainbow, an organisation for autistic children. We raised $800, mostly out of bullying little primary school children into spending all their money on it.And since the two periods before recess on Friday was Mother Tongue, Yanka, Naomi and me were able to help out during the primary recess. So, it was the three of us, two of Yanka's friends (Andrea and Daniella I think, who are not from our class but who cares), Cassie's mom, and Mr. Seow, manning the stall.
Little girl (Wearing blue hairband): Can I buy this? Me: Sure! It costs one dollar! Cassandra's mom: Aww, she's so tiny! (cuz Cassie's mom and Cheryl Yeong's mom came to help us out.) Little girl: (digging through her purse frantically) I... i only have 90 cents! (tears brim up in her eyes) Cassie's mom: But...er, we have a discount! Me: Yeah! Everyone with blue hairbands gets 10% off! Little girl: *runs away?* Me and Cassie's mom: -__________- ------------
Me: BUY THIS, YOU SHRIMP! Primary schoolgirl: [slowly backs away] I- I- i..bought on thursday! Me: BUY AGAIN, ITS FOR THE AUTISTIC CHILDREN. DON'T YOU WANNA HELP THEM??? Primary schoolgirl: But-but...I..I- *runs away* Me: (yelling after her) YOU HEARTLESS FREAK!!!! Primary schoolgirl: [almost starts crying)]
Hahaha. I found that immensely funny. Did you? No? Okay. ---------
So, on Wednesday, Yanka and Denise had made some Jelly hearts. They were really good to taste, but some of them looked like there was mould growing on them, even thought the 'mould' was actually cream which had splattered onto the jelly. So, we lied to the primary schoolers, saying that they were "Bouffant Hearts," which were made of a special jelly, from France. (My idea) And guess what? EVERY SINGLE JELLY HEART GOT SOLD OUT! Haha. THEN, AFTER THAT, BUSINESS WAS BOOMING, AND EVERYTHING GOT SOLD OUT, so we had to ask Cheryl's mom to go to cold storage one of our houses and buy pick up some of the extra brownies we had..... er, made. Hahaha.
Then, was Meera Rajah's recess time. What more can I say? Alot, actually.....
Meera: (skips by, trying not to appear interested in Mr Seow, who's innocently standing around.) Me: Meera! BUY EVERYTHING! YOU'RE RICH! YOUR FATHER IS A JUDGE! Meera: Okaayy...[pulls out wallet] But I don't wanna eat them, so you guys eat them, okay? [buys THREE muffins] Naomi: (says something about jelly hearts) Meera: There are JELLY HEARTS?? I want them! I wanna buy jelly hearts! Mr.Seow: (laughs evilly) Oh yes, Meera, you want a jelly heart, do you? Me: [pulls out a mouldy-looking squashed thing - one of the jelly hearts which were too bad to be sold.] Meera: (getting agitated and grossed-out) EEEEEWWWW...YUCK! I DON'T WANT IT! I DON'T WANT IT! Naomi: You said you wanted it.. Mr. Seow: Mwahahahaha... All of us: [laugh maniacally as Meera decides to buy muffins instead.] ---------------
Anything else? Oh yeah, on thursday, when we were selling the stuff, we told everyone we were selling at half-price, even though the price remained the same! (my idea again) I think I would be a very good businesswoman! Or a fraud, for that matter...
Anyways its late, (almost 2 a.m) so I''l blog about our superduperhilariousAmathslesson some othertime! Hahah.
Anyway, go here. Its Mr. Ong's Blog. Go to the post about Denise! (the second one I think) Superr funny! But poor Denise. I started laughing like mad when I read it.
loveRivali
YShe laughed. And laughed. And laughed yet again.;;
