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...
Today was my Mom's birthday. Haha.Took her to the Peach Garden for lunch. And she was going on about how great Geminis (a.k.a herself)were. Speaking of star signs and all, I don't really get along with Aries guys. (R----, F----, etc) Except for my Dad. :D I get along with Gemini people though. I can't stand Scorpios gals. One more star-sign-related piece of trivia: All my bestest friends have been punjabi Capricorns. Haha.
Happy Birthday Mom!!
Aaargh. I'm bored. Really bored. Su-lyn's in Australia and Meera's still frenching guys in France. Miss you guys! I helped Meera guest blog a couple of days ago, so I'll just copy that post here, k?
What Meera's doing-
Scenario No #1-
Imagine: Meera tiptoeing along the Place de la Concorde, sticking her butt out so that all the hot French guys will notice her, kicking her sister for fun and tripping over her abnormably high heels.
Meera: Oh. My. Gawd. Okay. I've been walking for the last TEN minutes. Where IS the chauffeur? WHAT?!? We're walking? WTH man. And okay, like, I don't do work a'ight? So hwaieey (why) am I carrying this bag?Like. Eeew. Mom: Meera, dear, that's er, your bag. You packed it for this day trip to the Monet gardens. Thats why you're carrying it dear, and- Meera: Oh gosh. Now, when I packed it , I didn't expect to carry it a'ight? I mean, like - Maya (Meera's younger sis who's really cute and sweet, unlike Meera): But Meeeewa, how do you cawwy your school bag then? Meera: Eeew. You are SO stupid. Su-lyn carries it of course! (And somewhere, Su-lyn reads this while sharpening a knife) Or Nat. Hur hur. Why am I talking to you when you're supposed to be getting someone to carry my stuff? Maya: But- but- Meera: You know something, I am SICK AND TIRED of carrying around this.. this.. piece of cloth thingy.. Dad: That's a $10,000-dollar Gucci bag, dear. Meera: Whatever... [throws bag into nearby canal] Dad: Hey! Meera: Okay, you gotta chill. My arms were tired, and there was nothing much in that rattrap ANYWAY and- Dad: (at a loss for words) Maya: B-b-but.. your phone! Meera: CHILL dude, that was only like, $800. (flaps hand while rolling eyes) Maya: That's alot of money, Meewa. Meera: Shut up, cockroach. Maya: And you personalised your phone! That must've cost- Meera: SINCE YOU LOVE THAT PHONE SO MUCH, WHY DON'T YOU JOIN IT?? [Kicks sister into canal]
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Scenario No #2-
Imagine: Meera walking along the streets of Madrid, indulging in some retail therapy. Clutching her phone as she talks to Su-lyn (who gives a damn about- whaddya call those things again?- overseas phone call rates or whatever), she prances around, holding atleast about 20 shopping bags.
Meera: OH MY GAWD okay. Su-lyn I am NOT in love with.. that Seow person. Su-lyn: Yes. you are. Meera loves Seow. Meera loves Seow. Meera: Urgh. Shut up. I am soo shopping right now and- Su-lyn: Oooh what're you buying? Meera: I don't care. Su-lyn: ??!?!? Meera: (matter-of-factly) My Daddy got pissed off cuz I chucked this Gucci bag into a canal cuz I got tired of carrying it and- Su-lyn: [chokes] Meera: Hey hey hey! Are you listenin'? ANYWAAAAYS, (in a monotone, as if this is an everyday occurence) so he got really angry cuz after that I kicked my sister into the canal too and- Su-lyn: [dying] Meera: And he decided to cancel all my credit cards. So, I stole his credit card and ran away, and now, I. am. in. Espanol, shopping away, babehh.. (voice slowly rises to a high-pitched shriek, closely resembling the sort of noise you'd hear at an opera run by banshees) Su-lyn: You annoy me. Greatly. (punches fist into wall) Meera: What-EVAAAHHHH.... (shrieks so loudly a few shop windows crack) Shop-owner: Hey lady! You just broke the windows of my- Meera: You don't say? [flings 1000-euro notes at him] Shop-owner 2: Hey, my window- Meera: I'm outta 1000-euro notes, so... here! [throws a credit card at the shop-ownere] Shop-owner 2: B-b-but.. Meera: And while we're at it, get yourself a nose job- you need it. Su-lyn: What are you doing? It sounds like you're wrecking the whole of Spain! Meera: Shut uuuupp man. I love Seo- Su-lyn:(innocently) Oooh! What were you just saying? Meera: Er...er... [slams down the phone, and starts running away, chased by an angry crowd of Spanish people]
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Scenario No #3
Imagine: Meera prancing down the street. She bumps into a hot french guy.
Meera: [not yet seeing his face] OHMYGAWD. Get. outta. my. face. Pronto. I mean- Hot French Guy: Bonjour, mademoiselle. Desole- Meera: [seeing his face] Good evening. I don't believe we have met. [extends her hand delicately] Hot French Guy: Desole- Meera: I no speak frenchy. (with weird hand movements) Hot French Guy: Eet ees... what you say- sorry, in my language. Meera: Oh, no problemo, homie. Hot French Guy: (looks confused) Me Pierre. [points to himself] Meera: Me princesse. (in high-pitched voice) Pierre: Princesse.... [starts kissing Meera's hand] Meera: Al-righty. NOW we're talkin'. Pierre: [continues to kiss Meera's hand] Meera: Right, is this some French tradition or something? Pierre: [continues to kiss Meera's hand] Meera: Okaaay, hot-french-guy, you can stop now... Pierre: [continues to kiss Meera's hand] Meera: Yo, French Guy. STOP! Pierre: [starts to lick Meera's hand] Meera: [wrenches her hand away, and says, breathlessly-] I was willing to give all this a chance. But now... but now, I have realised who I.... who I- I truly love! It is not you, dear Pierre. Fare thee well.. -Meera walks away sadly, as Pierre looks at her retreating figure, a sad look in his eyes.-
Guess who Meera truly loves? Hahaha. No prizes for guessing who, cuz everyone knows..
Oh! And now that Mrs. Tee is gone, its like, we're gonna have a new relief teacher right? I hope that she's really old and bullyable. Or young and bullya- actually, it doesnt matter how old she is as long as we can bully her. :D
loveRivali
YShe laughed. And laughed. And laughed yet again.;;
