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Name:Rivali Dass
Age:16 :)
Birthday: 5th Oct '92
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Tuesday, July 31, 2007

7:21 pm

The Mole Strikes Again

Ms. _____ (a.k.a Edna Mode) is defeated by unexpected unity in 3E.

Ms. _____ hummed to herself as she walked into class last Friday, expecting to have a normal, uneventful lesson with 3e. But as things always go, she was wrong.

"Good morning, girls," she said, in what was an unsuccessful attempt at a bright, cheerful greeting. We answered with a few half-hearted grunts, clearly unhappy at the fact that the glorious end of a torturous school week had to be punctuated with her lesson.

Smiling to herself, she told us to open our textbooks. People slowly opened their textbooks, which looked more like graffitied, desecrated bundles of paper doodled on, and eventually destroyed, by bored students during her lessons.

"Now," she said, "The difference between writing a compo on a thesis statement and..." The rest of her words were lost as I, like everyone else in the class, sunk into a dazed stupor- conditioned behaviour triggered off by the sound of her voice.

There I was, sitting on an immense gilded throne, getting a manicure while the rest of the world bowed down to me. "Queen Rivali," they chanted, as I rolled my eyes, chattering away to my best friend on the phone. "Hey hey," I told my attendants, "I wanna go watch Brokeback Mountain now!" The attendants re-entered the throne room minutes later, leading an immense, pure golden unicorn- my steed. So much more impactful, don't you think? Climbing up, between his wings, I kicked off from the ground and-

"WHY ARE YOU ALL DOING MATHS HOMEWORK?"

I glared at Ms. _____, angry that my daydream had been so rudely interrupted. Yanka jerked awake, spittle trailing from her mouth. Priscilla kept on sleeping, Sotong continued to stare vacantly at the ceiling, and Jin Yee, as usual was absorbed in her manga comics.

"This is very wrong! Do you know that if I enter your name in the BEY-THAH (BETA) system..."

People sighed, bracing themselves for another long, lecture on the BETA system. From one corner of the classroom, I heard a high, yelping laugh - Amanda.
God, did she finally realise half the class didn't bother to bring their books? I remember thinking, as I watched Edna Mole. Yet, I watched without seeing, and heard without listening ~~for I am a shallow, human being devoid of any emotions, from Fahrenheit 451. (TKAM, oh TKAM!).~~

"XIANWEN, WHY ARE YOU DOING YOUR CHINESE?" the Mole suddenly screeched. We all jumped again. She ~~marched~~ scuttled up to Xianwen's table, grabbed the zuo wen book (sp?) and put it on her desk. People hastily shoved maths homework, handphones, mirrors(in Hilary's case),etc, under their desks. Lydia stopped playing imaginary-piano on her desk. Jin Yee kept on reading manga.

"Once I confiscate things, you will not get it back!" the Mole ~~exclaimed~~ squeaked.

She continued prattling on about this and that, but 3e remained alert, our eyes watching her. The moment her back was turned, a few of us hissed "Xianwen! Take it back! Take the book back!" Xianwen seemed rather indecisive- should she defy the teacher? Or should she fail her chinese because of one woman's cruelty? In a split second, she decided against the latter. She swiftly grabbed the book and shoved it under her desk.

People broke out in smiles, and a few whispers of "Go Xiannywenny" and "Rock! Rock! Rock!" (on Deanna's part) were heard. But our happiness didn't last for long. Ten minutes later...

"WHAT HAPPENED TO THE CHINESE BOOK?"

We all jerked awake again.
"Xianwen! Where is the book?" the Mole screamed while flying three feet into the air in rage.
Xianwen meekly handed the book over.

"ALL THOSE WHO HAVE NOT BROUGHT THEIR TEXTBOOKS, GO AND STAND IN THE CORNER!"

I frantically began searching for my book under my desk, and (miracle!) found it. I opened it up to the proper page, and smiled at Edna Mole, praying she hadn't noticed that I had just opened my book.

So, about 6-7 people went to slouch in the corner, Xianwen included.

But Xianny was obiously worried, right? Like three terms of zuo wen just gone ~~down the drain~~ into the grubby hands of a mole.

So we, 3e, decided to help her. (Faint strains of Star Wars music)

Denise, Amanda and Joycelyn were trying to grab the book back, but Edna Mode would not turn her back on the teachers' table. So, we needed to distract her right? Right? (Salad, you are not allowed to answer this.)

Me: Ms. _____, how do you spell encyclopaedia? (fyi, I can spell it, okay)

Ms. _____: (Remaining where she is, facing the teachers table) Well, its spelled E-N-C-

Me: WAIT WAIT WAIT! You see, in the book here, its spelled P-A-E but in another book I read, it was spelle P-E and-

Ms. _____:Well, the book you were reading was probably the American spelling and-
Me: ARE YOU SURE? Because- look here! (Points at the book and gestures wildly, so that she will come over)
[Denise tries to grab the book, but fails as Edna suddenely turns back towards her]
Ms. _____: Well, you see, in the English language- (walks over to me)

Me: See, here! The spelling-

[Denise almost grabs the book but has to quickly sit down as the mole turns back]

So, shit right? First attempt failed. But there was hope. Its name was Cheryl Seah.
Cheryl was standing in the corner, since she hadn't brought her book, singing to herself in Chinese and glaring at Evangeline at every possible opportunity. Her hand suddenly shot up in the air, and she said - "Ms. _____, I wanna apologise to you for not bringing my textbook." Pleased that someone was acting even remotely remorseful, the Mole walked over to her, her face aglow. Cheryl started bowing to her. Repeatedly.

Denise grabbed the book, her arm shooting out in a single, graceful, calculated move.

By this time, the whole class was alert, watching the Mole's every move like a predator would watch its prey before pouncing. You could see the bloodlust in Yanka's eyes and for once, she neither ate nor slept in class, her shrewd, calculating eyes burning with an intensity that would make even Evan scream. (If Evan would scream, Nat would surely die, but let us not dwell on unpleasant matters.)

A few others started whispering to Denise and Amanda to not to keep the book with them, cuz if Edna Mode found out, they would be the first she suspected. We weren't actually whispering, come to think of it, we were more like screaming, but since old woman who teach are generally deaf as a rule...

We tried to replace the book with an empty one, and Marisa, who's lessons had finished by then (Ms. _____ refused to let us off), was extremely kind and ran to the bookshop to buy us a blank zuo wen book. But we couldn't just put back a blank one cuz the Mole had opened the original book and seen writing there.

What do we do? What do we do?

People were thinking of just writing random chinese words into the new book and quietly placing it on the table. Other people, convinced it wouldn't work, were trying to just give Edna the book back.

I have to admit, at that point of time, I started rushing to finish undone A Math homework, before Priscilla passed it up to Ms. Goh. Just as I finished that last, dreaded sum, singing "ain't no mountain high enough" as loud as I could, a scream, once again, of

"WHAT HAPPENED TO THE CHINESE BOOK?!?!"

pierced the air, shattering my eardrums, and causing Jin Yee to actually look up from her manga.

Edna Mode was trembling with rage, her teeth chattering, the colour of her face a bright vermillion. She scurried towards Samantha, Nicole H., Joycelyn, Denise and Amanda's side of the class.

"ONE OF YOU HAS THE BOOK. WHO IS IT? WHO? I CAN CHECK ALL YOUR BAGS RIGHT NOW!"

"What happened? What did you guys do to the new book?" I asked Hilary, who didn't answer, her eyes fixed on Edna, albeit with a rather satisfied look on her face. "WHAT HAPPENED??" I repeated, but she still didn't answer. Overcoming the urge to grab her neck and throttle her for an answer, I turned to watch the scene.

Amanda meekly handed Ms. _____ the book, trying hard not to laugh. Denise, miraculously awake, was also smiling. Poor Xianwen, however, was very confused. I could practically hear her screaming "What's going on?!?"

Then, the Mole started screeching again.

"THIS BOOK IS MUCH THINNER THAN IT WAS TEN MINUTES AGO! WHY ARE THERE ONLY THREE WRITTEN PAGES???"

In that split second, I understood why people had been looking so happy and content. Some people - bless them- had ripped out all the Compos Xianwen had written, and hid them, leaving only the first compo and the remaining blank pages there.

"I CAN BOOK YOU ALL FOR THEFT! YOU'RE NAME WILL GO INTO THE BEY-THAH SYSTEM! ONCE I HAVE ENTERED IT, EVEN IF I WANT TO, I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO REMOVE IT! DO YOU KNOW THEFT IS A NINE POINT OFFENCE?"

People had started laughing openly by then. We knew that we had won. Against the Mole.

Ms. _____ tried to search Denise and Amanda's desk, but took one look at the piles of rotting worksheets piled up around them, and gave up. After lecturing and screaming at us for the whole lesson, she insisted on finishing the lesson we had planned for that day, so that we were finally release almost 25 minutes late. (Guess we deserved it though)

Once the Mole had burrowed out of the class, Xianwen (who had been standing in the corner the whole time) rushed forward.

"Oh my gosh! What happened to my zuo wen? You know how angry lao shi gets when someone loses the book?"

Our faces split into wide, almost identical grins.

From the front corner of the class, a sheaf of loose papers was pulled out from below someone's desk.

Another pile of papers emerged from ______'s bag.

Someone gleefully ripped out another stack of paper's from under Krithika's desk. (she was absent)

We put all the compos back in order, then handed it to Xianwen. Her complete zuo wen, minus the first one, clutched in her hands, she turned towards the rest of 3e, tears of gratefulness in her eyes.

We all smiled first at the still speechless Xianwen, then at each other, turned as one to glare at Ms. _____'s retreating, hunched figure, and from that day onwards, 3e was a united class.

End of story.

ps: We SERIOUSLY became more bonded after that. See? And all it takes is a deranged, senile old woman, yelling about theft and the police, to bring people closer together.

YShe laughed. And laughed. And laughed yet again.;;

Sunday, July 22, 2007

1:25 am

DON'T READ THIS IF YOU HAVEN'T FINISHED READING HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS.

OMG OMG OMG. I just finished reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. (ps: I originally typed this post out at 1 a.m. last saturday night, but fell asleep before finishing the post, then promptly forgot about it.)

I cried like hell.

I mean, I seriously didn't care when some people like Rufus Scrimgeour died.

But Mad-eye Moody, Hedwig, Fred, Dobby, Colin Creevey, Lupin and Tonks?

I was upset when Moody died. Really upset when Hedwig died.

I was crying when Dobby died. I mean, JKR didn't have to kill him.

'Dobby, no, don't die, don't die-'
The elf's eyes found him, and his lips trembled with an effort to form words.
'Harry ... Potter...'
And then with a little shudder the elf became quite still, and his eyes were nothing more than great, glassy orbs sprinkled with light from the stars they could not see.

I just couldn't believe Fred, Lupin and Tonks were dead. And though I was really upset when Fred died, I just couldn't be affected by Lupin and Tonks. JKR spent like what, TWO SENTENCES describing their bodies? And then, it was back to the battle.

'No- no- no!' someone was shouting. 'No! Fred! No!'
And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.

Frankly, the first 350 pages of the book were very unsatisfactory. Harry, Hermione and Ron are wizards, not campers. They did nothing but traipse around forests, bickering with each other and discussing the fates of the doomed wizarding world from which they had run away from.

But then they were captured, yayadayadyada, then Dobby died (I cried so much in the car, my mom started yelling about getting overemotional over fictional goblins, then I cried even more because Dobby wasn't a goblin, he was an elf. A free elf.). Anyway, things started picking up when they all returned to Hogwarts.

I mean, Harry Potter isn't Harry Potter without Hogwarts right?

But I found some parts of the book really unbelievable.

Like how all the members of the DA, together with Harry's old quidditch team (Oliver Wood, Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet,etc) all returned to Hogwarts.

I mean, for the DA, nobody had bothered to check their fake galleons for the previous two years, except for Neville and Luna. That's why only Neville and Luna, with Ginny were there to help Harry in the Half Blood Prince right?

And now, suddenly, they're all checking those coins and reappearing in Hogwarts through the Hog's Head? Like Cho Chang and all?

Oh, speaking of the Hog's Head, I ALWAYS KNEW THAT ABERFORTH WAS THE INNKEEPER!! Hahaha.

Before the 7th book came out, I told my sister so, because I had read the following passages from Order of the Phoenix.

The barman sidled towards them out of a back room. He was a grumpy-looking old man with a great deal of long grey hair and beard. He was tall and thin and looked vaguely familiar to Harry.

The Hog's Head bar comprised of one small, dingy and very dirty room that smelled strongly of something that might have been goats. (Aberforth was sent to Azkaban for performing illegal charms on a goat!)

Apart from , that, I think Snape's my favourite character now.
Snape loved Lily. Severus Snape loved Lily Potter, and that was all I could think about long after I had put down the book.

Since Lily Potter was symbolised by a doe (James Potter was a stag), Snape's patronus was a silver doe right?
I think this was one of the most touching moments of the book-

'I have spied for you, and lied for you, put myself in mortal danger for you. Everything was supposed to be to keep Lily Potter's son safe. Now you tell me you have been raising him like a pig for slaughter-'
'But this is touching, Severus,' said Dumbledore seriously. 'Have you grown to care for the boy, after all?'
'For him?' shouted Snape. 'Expecto Patronum!'
From the tip of his wand burst the silver doe: she landed on the office floor, bounded once across the office and soared out of the window. Dunbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears.
'After all this time?'
'Always,' said Snape.

WHY DID SNAPE HAVE TO DIE??

And I never knew that the fact that Harry had hi mother's eyes would be so significant. Poor Snape, looking into Harry's eyes before he died, imagining they were Lily's.. One last quote-

Harry took off the Invisibility Cloak and looked down upon the man he hated, whose widening black eyes found Harry as he tried to speak. Harry bent over him; and Snape seized the front of his robes and pulled him close.
A terrible rasping, gurgling noise issued from Snape's throat.
'Take ... it ... Take ... it ...'
Something more than blood was leaking from Snape. Silvery blue, neither gas nor liquid (Snape's memory), it gushed from his mouth and his ears and his eyes, and Harry knew what it was, but did not know what to do-
A flask, conjured from thin air, was thrust into his shaking hands by Hermione. Harry lifted the silvery substance into it with his wand. When the flask was full to the brim, and Snape looked as though there was no blood left in him, his grip on Harry's robes slackened.
'Look ... at ... me' he whispered.
The green eyes found the black, but after a second something in the depths of the dark pair seemed to vanish, leaving them fixed, blank and empty. The hand holding Harry thudded to the floor, and Snape moved no more.

All in all, I think that she connected the plot (spanning SEVEN books) very well. But still, if only Snape hadn't died...

YShe laughed. And laughed. And laughed yet again.;;

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

10:17 pm

Well, my little shipses, Friday was GEL lesson.
Before this year, it was called Values Ed- except that I don't remember learning a single 'value' in any of the classes. Thats probably why they changed its name.

On Friday, the topic for that lesson (and the next couple of lessons) was 'Sense and Sexuality.' (evil laugh)
The form teacher's supposed to teach us about it, but since Mrs. Tee is gone, Mr. Seow taught us.

That wasn't a very smart thing to do. Hahaha. We just giggled and laughed and made fun of people the whole lesson.

I mean, I just thank God that Meera wasnt in that class. Mr. Seow probably wouldn't have been alive if that had been the case.
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So, Mr. Seow calmly walked into class and the first thing he wrote on the board 'BGR.' (Boy-girl relationship) So we all started giggling and trying to disrupt the class like 1 second after it had started. "Why are you laughing? Hwaiyee? Hwaiyee?" he asked loudly. That made us laugh even more. So I think he decided to use more drastic measures to keep the class in control.

"STOP GIGGLING OR I WILL START TALKING ABOUT GGR!" (Girl-girl relationship)

That made us laugh even more.

Evangeline: No! Talk about BBR!
Mr. Seow: No! Keep quiet!
Joycelyn: Why can't we talk about BBR?
Mr. Seow: Because.. because.. it doesn't apply to anyone here. (sniffs, as if daring anyone to say anything.)
3e: (daring to say it) IT DOES! IT APPLIES TO YOOOOUUUUU!!

Bamm! His attitude of forced calm evaporated... His shirt turned transparent with sweat in a matter of seconds...

Okay, I think I'm being too mean.

Quotes from that lesson!

Mr. Seow: So...how many of you have started dating?
3e: [Looks at Hilary]
Hilary: (pretending to be innocently suprised)Why are all of you looking at me?
3e:[Eyes narrow, as we continue looking at Hilary]
Hilary: (still pretending to be suprised)Huh- w-w-why are all of you-
Mr. Seow: Are you saying that Hilary has a boyfriend?
3e: Yess....
Me: [nudges Hilary- she's my seatmate]
Hilary: WHY ARE YOU NUDGING ME??!!?!?!?!?? [Literally pushes me off my chair]

Mr. Seow: Before dating, you must always ask "Who am I?"
Cheryl S.: You are Mr. Seow.
Mr. Seow: No... No! I- I- I meant-
Deanna: I am what I am.
Mr. Seow: Aaargh!

Speaking of Deanna, I gave her a rock today. She was acting really creepy around it during lit! Like talking to it and calling it her 'precious.' Haha. But now she's lost it, apparently. (refer to tagboard)

Mr. Seow: In a relationship, you must think about what you have to offer-
3e: (thinking sick) Ooooh...
Joycelyn: Phrase your question differently lah!
Mr. Seow: Girls! I mean, do you have to think of it in a horrible way-
3e: Yeeeessss...
Hilary: (DAMN loudly) Aiyah, of course it means Virginity lor!
Mr. Seow: (does a sort of pirouette in the air in horror) W-W-W-WHO SAID THAT??!?!?!
Cheryl Seah: The one with the most experience!
Hilary: SHUT UP! SHUT UP!

Mr. Seow: So, Cheryl (Seah)... who are YOU? As in, what kind of a person are you?
Cheryl: I'm a... very happy person.
3e: Uuuurrghh.
Mr. Seow: Yes, I agree. I always see Cheryl happy.. except when she's fighting with Evangeline..
Cheryl: W-w-well, she always starts it first!
Evangeline: I do not!
Cheryl: Yes you do, okay. I mean, remember when-
Evangeline: Atleast I can sing! Unlike you. You're always singing in class in that horrible out-of-tune voice and-
Mr. Seow: Okay, okay, okay. Er..anyway, Evangeline! What kind of person are you?
Evangeline: Er..er.. (really angrily)I AM A PERSON WHO CAN SING IN TUNE!!!
Cheryl:[throws an eraser at Evan]
Evangeline: AAAAARRGHHH.
Mr. Seow: (trying to ignore them to some extent)Evangeline, be serious. What type of person are you?
Evangeline: I.. I am a wonderful person!
Joycelyn: (dreamily) She's so amazing...
Mr. Seow: [gasps] Joycelyn! The way you said that was so... CREEPY! (imitating her)"Oh.. she's amazing.." Maybe I really need to talk about GGR.
Joycelyn: [gives Seow a look of pure loathing]

Mr. Seow: Then, you must also ask, "What is important to me?" Nicole (Heng)! What is important to you?
3e: BECKHAM..
Mr. Seow: Er... okay... How about April?
Me: BOBO! BOBO!
Cheryl Seah: WORLD PEACE!
April: Shut up....
Me: BOBO! BOBO!
Mr. Seow: I don't think April was going to say world peace!
April: [Glares at the ceiling]
Mr. Seow: Cheryl! If you love world peace so much, you should go and join Ms. Universe!
Cheryl: Huh? Wha-
Evangeline: (triumphantly) She can't! BECAUSE SHE'S TOO SHORT!

Ouch. That was mean. Poor Cheryl!

And there was this whole part where religion was discussed, and well, I really didn't agree with it. Because he was telling us about some friend of his who became a sort of radical Christian, then only wanted to marry his longtime girlfriend if she converted. Then, he said something about the girlfriend going to temples, so Yanka asked if the girlfriend was Indian, and he said, "Does it matter?? She could be Chinese what, Chinese also go to temples."
So, if race doesn't matter, why should religion matter?
Then there was this whole discussion about Christianity, and whether or not you would date a non-Christian (ofcourse not- the hell-bound spawn of satan!) and I feel that for the sake of the non-Christians in the the class (myself included), alot of people's responses- and questions- could have come from a different, more sensitive and respectful angle.
I don't know. I'm not saying I would marry some weird African-voodoo person, but if I was in love with a guy, and we were thinking of getting married, I don't think the religion issue would stop us from getting married. Its the guy's personality and morals that would count right? (You could argue that religion affects the inculcation of a person's morals, but then again, so does family background, upbringing, etc, so shouldn't we give those factors an equal weightage?)

Oh well.

Sometimes I wish Amrit had been there. The things she would have said!

What else? What else? Oh yeah...
Yanka and Denise walked into class about TWENTY-FIVE minutes late.

Mr. Seow: Where were the two of you??
Yanka: In the toilet..
Mr. Seow: What-were-you-doing-in-the-toilet-for-twenty-five-minutes???
Yanka: [ignores him and sits down]
Denise: Er... stuff...
Mr. Seow: WHAT STUFF?
Denise: Er... stuff..
Yanka:(muttering) What the f*ck man?
Mr. Seow: I demand to know what you were doing in the toilet for twenty-five minutes!
Denise: [sighs] Well, you see, I got my period, but I didn't have a pad and-
Mr. Seow: Okay! Okay! Sit down! Sit down!

Hahaha... Poor Denise. Cas gave her a pad in the end.
Well, Mr. Seow probably wont be asking people why they were late for lessons, for a long, long time. And if he does, YOU KNOW WHAT TO SAY..

Hahaha..

MEERA! This one's for you..

3e: Oi! What do YOU have to offer?
Mr. Seow: Weelll.... I think I'm a very patient person (and somewhere, Meera snorts in disbelief, before she realises she's the only one)so I would be able to put up with my girlfriend's idiosyncrasies and-
3e: Huh? What do you mean?
Me: MEERA! MEERA!
Mr. Seow: As in, if she had any nutty little habits or-
Hilary: Why do you go for that type of women??
Me: MEERA! MEERA! MEERA! MEERA! MEERA!

3e: So... are you available?
Mr. Seow: W-w-what?? Er.. well.. you could say I'm not available...
Hilary: Not available as in, in a relationship, or married, or just-got-dumped or...?
Mr. Seow: Huh?
Evangeline: Are you in a relationship or are you married or did you just get dumped or what?
Joycelyn: Aiyah, I bet he just got dumped lah!
Mr. Seow: (literally shrieking) FINE, OKAY? FINE! I JUST GOT DUMPED OKAY? ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?
Joycelyn: [looks happy]

Awww.. Meera! Shakti! He's not available! (Shakti lets out a heartwrenching sob, while Meera tries to kill herself.)

I shall go disturb my neighbours now! Its really fun throwing small objects over the fence and running away as the burglar alarm goes off.

loveRivali

YShe laughed. And laughed. And laughed yet again.;;

Thursday, July 12, 2007

1:10 pm

"Never explain yourself to anyone.
Because the person who loves you doesn't need it,
and the person who hates you won't believe it."

YShe laughed. And laughed. And laughed yet again.;;

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

2:28 pm

Heyy.. the previous post was this totally emo post i typed out about two weeks ago. I fell asleep before i could publish it. -___-

Sigh. Haven't blogged for so long. As usual. Anw, you can read the one below for fun but dont take it seriously.I was half-asleep, grumpy, annoyed, and on a caffeine high.

Speaking about the last post, I resolved to be more responsible, and haven't gone to sleep past 1 a.m for the past week!

Spoke to Amrit on the phone ytd. She seriously cracks me up.

Me: Hello?
Amrit: (in high-pitched voice) Hello?
Me: Who's this?
Amrit:(in high-pitched voice) Who's this?
Me: Oi what the hell lah! (thinking its like my sis or smth)
Amrit: (in high-pitched voice) Oi what the hell lah...
Me: I'm gonna call my mummy...
Amrit: Rabhioli! (her version of Rivali)
Me: Oh hi! Arm-rheeteh. (my version of Amrit)
Amrit: Rabhioli
Me: Arm-rheeteh.
Amrit: Rabhioli
Me: Arm-rheeteh.
Amrit: Rabhioli
Me: Arm-rheeteh.

Yeah, that went on for like, 5 minutes.
Call us retarded.

Then she was trying to read me my horoscope, but I kept on laughing until she got pissed off. Then when I finally stopped laughing, she started laughing, then i started laughing, then we just laughed.

I think I laugh too much.

Oh, and just to irritate the prefects (you can't book Amrit cuz she's not in MG anymore). she said the F-word exactly EIGHTY-THREE TIMES in one hour while I was talking to her.

Hahah. Shock! Horror! Too bad you can't do anything about it...
Just to illustrate my point-

Me: I think you suck.
Amrit: F*ck you.

Me: So, how's life?
Amrit: F*ck you.

Me:Listen, do you wanna go for Harry Potter and the-
Amrit: F*ck you.

Me: My dog says that he thinks-
Amrit: F*ck you.

Me: I fell down.
Amrit: DIE, MOTHERF*CKER!!

Yep thats darling Amrit. Hahaha.

Hmmm.. what shall I blog about?

BENGALI CLASS

So, last saturday, I walked into bengali class. Immediately, I was greeted by my teacher ~~saying~~ screeching "Oh! Wow! Rivali has finally come to class for two consecutive weeks in a row!"

So I was like "Oh, woohoo!" then I gave her the evil eye and sat down.

My bengali teacher's actually this sweet old woman, but I found out she bitches about me to the other secondary school teachers who hate me too. But its okay, cuz not many of them can actually teach (its the truth) so I do my own bengali and go for tuition and stuff and scrape through the exams.I'm really horrible in bengali class because I seriously dont care so like don't judge me or anything.

Quotes from Bengali Class-

Teacher: You are not going to get a single piece of today's classwork!
Me: Okay... (muttering) Should I go home then?
Teacher: You will finish the holiday homework you never did and then all the classwork you never did and then-
Me: Okay.
Teacher: See! You don't even care about whether you miss important worksheets or not.
Fabeha: Important????

Fabeha is this really funny person who I usually sit next to. She's like really evil too. :)

Teacher: Did you do last week's homework? (Which is actually last last week's homework since I hadn't turned up for the lesson the previous week.)
Me: Yes!
Teacher: [almost dies of shock] Where?
Me: [rips out a page of compre questions I didn't do, then passes the rest of the worksheet to her]
Teacher: [shakes her head and takes the ws]

Then, during recess, I call Amrit up and talk to her for the whole of recess. Hahaha. I think the school resonates with maniacal laughter. We just like diss people, plan prank calls, insult everyone in bengali school, etc. Hahaha.

And, today was social studies, so its quotes time. :)

Mr. Seow: (says something about Korean dramas)
Yanka: Dude, whats with you and korean dramas?
Mr. Seow: Hwy?
Yanka: Because!
Mr. Seow: Whats-wrong-with-me-talking-about-korean-dramas???
Yanka: Everything, man! ~~(takes a huge swig from a bottle of vodka)~~

Me: (to Deanna) Look! A rock! Rockrockroc-
Deanna: [slaps my face]

Mr. Seow: Joycelyn! What are the causes and consequences of conflict in Northern Ireland?
Joycelyn: (Reading directly off slide, with an air of finality) There are many causes and consequences of conflict in Northern Ireland. [leans forward, looking satisfied]
Mr. Seow: (getting flustered) The rising sun is rising!
Joycelyn: And the setting sun is setting lor! What the hell lah..

Giselle T.: [standing innocently during announcements at assembly]
Me: Giselle, if you want to pick your nose, I suggest you do it in private. Its absolutely disgusting-
Giselle T.: (looking flustered) I- I- I wasn't picking-
April: [Exhales loudly, showing her obvious irritation at my actions]
Me: Bobo....
April: [pretends to be angry, but smiles wistfully at the thought of Bobo]

Mr. Seow: Girls.. I'm leaving for course in 2 weeks right? So that means I have two more GEL (Values Education where we dont really learn values) periods with you. We will be learning sense and sexuality... (voice slowly dwindles away)
3E: WHAT??? WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?? HAHAHAHAHA...
Mr. Seow: You'll be learning about you know.. premarital sex and-
3e: HAHAHAHAHA..
Mr. Seow: Oi! Listen ok, I do not want any immature behaviour! After I'm gone, Ms. Goh will be taking over, and I don't want any... any... giggling or whatever!
Yanka: No giggling? With Hilary around? Fat hope, man. ~~(pours vodka over her head)~~
Hilary: What did you say? What did you say?
Mr. Seow: Look, I won't be covering the premarital sex part but-
Hilary: Awww...
Me: Yeah, it would've been fun to bully him about it...
Hilary: OI MR. SEOW! Do you believe in premarital sex?
Mr. Seow: [looks flustered, refuses to answer]
Someone: Aiyah, I bet he already did it lah...
3e: HAHAHAHAHAA....

Me: [singing 'Tears and Rain' by James Blunt] For tears and rain, find comfort in pain. All-
Priscilla: (turns around, with a deranged expression on her face) JAMES BLUNT SSSSUCKS!!!

YShe laughed. And laughed. And laughed yet again.;;

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

1:07 am

Note: This is a horribly emo post i wrote about 2 weeks ago. Posted it for the sake of posting it. I'm working on another post RIGHT NOW though. :)

Hi.
It's almost four in the morning and guess what I'm doing? Social Studies homework.

Call me disorganized and irresponsible?

I was studying for a freakin Chem test before this. Where no one knows exactly what chapters to study, or even whether the goddamned thing is really tomorrow, or on thursday. I returned home at 7.30 p.m after tennis CCA, and almost immediately got to work. I was not even slacking or anything.
So I had finished studying mole concept by yesterday, (I quote Mrs. Lim: "The quiz will be on mole concept.") and thought that I'd just revise through the shit today you know? But nooooo. Suddenly, some people start saying that titration and chapters 8 and 10 are also being included in the bloody test. I mean, thats connected to mole concept, but you really couldn't say it WAS the mole concept.
So, trying to be responsible and all, I decide to study the other f*cking chapters, and all that crap.
Not only that, we do. not. have. any. chem. period. tomorrow. So nobody effing knows whether Mrs. Lim is gonna exchange another period for chem, or whether she made a mistake with the test day.

THAT F-CKING TEST BETTER BE TOMORROW- OR TODAY MORE LIKE, BECAUSE ITS FOUR IN THE MORNING- AFTER ALL THE BLOODY FORMULAS I'VE BEEN MEMORISING TODAY.

Not only that, we have- yippee!- more damn tests. tuesday was lit, wednesday is chem (it better be), thursday in english and friday is social studies.
And since there's nothing much to study for for English i thought that i could use wednesday to work on my groups Geog project (which hasnt gotten very far btw).
BUT NOPE.

That frickin ______________. WTF's wrong with her okay. She's the new (INSERT cca) coach, just some horrible replacement for Karen, who could actually act. She makes us lie down and breathe and do weird yogic poses for three-quarters of the lesson. Then, at 4.15, 15 mins before drama is about to end, she starts finally making us act and stuff (may i mention the stuff she tells us to do is total crap) and keeps us until 5.

Like, excuse me, people have a life, unlike you. They have places to go to and things to do. They dont need to stare at your face any longer than they have to if they dont want to. And she's made us stay from 2:30 to 6:30 tomorrow. By the time i reach home it will be almos 8 o clock.

I feel like grabbing that OBVIOUSLY PERMED FAKE FRIZZY HAIR OF HERS, SWINGING HER AROUND UNTIL SHE'S GONNA PUKE, THEN KICKING HER (with Meera and Su-lyn's help) ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE SCHOOL SO THAT SHE LANDS RIGHT NEXT TO WHOEVER IT WAS WHO HIRED HER IN THE FIRST F*CKING PLACE. THEN AS SHE SWAYS DIZZILY, JUST ABOUT TO PUKE, I HOPE SHE TURNS AROUND AND BARFS ALL OVER THE PERSON WHO HIRED HER IN THE FIRST PLACE AND THEN SHE DIES AND ROTS IN HELL FOR THE REST OF MISERABLE ETERNITY.

I am sick and tired of this shit okay.
Not only that, I realised that since I'm not taking a certain subject (which I very stupidly chose not to take because I was afraid of people's reactions and because people told me i would end up in a bimbo class- which is not true- and because my parents were dead against me considering it) i won't have an O-level qualification for that subject, which means I wont be able to take it in JC, which means I won't have an A-level grade in the subject which means that it'll be very hard to apply for a uni degree in that area which means that my dream job for the last ten years has just gone down the drain which means I might as well kill myself right now if I dont die of exhaustion first. (The LTTE and GOSL and those Sri Lankans can rot in hell for all i care) And the worst thing? As Amrit never fails to remind me, its all my fault. I should not have listened to people when it came to making my subject choice. I should have followed by own interests. And when I had a chance of sort of attending those classes, I should not have gone with people who spent the whole time making fun of everything and breaking my eraser into half.

I should try even harder to achieve what I want to achieve, which is hard when you have screwed up people making you stay in school to breathe and do yoga instead of drama, and unreliable people who cant even tell us test dates.

I know this has been a long, fricking emo post but come to think about it, i was unresponsible and totally didnt passup any work in Sec 2. I had a much more fun life and miraculously did even better than all the shit marks im getting now.
Maybe i should stop passing up maths hw again. :) Joking.
Anyway, I gtg back to the SS essay (which is actually quite interesting save for the fact that I'm doing it at 4 in the morning).

Rivali

Note: Wow.. Reading through it, I can't believe I was this depressed. Actually, reading this is reminding me about all the horrible things in my life right now, so I better go before I get pissed off again. :)

YShe laughed. And laughed. And laughed yet again.;;