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!!!
:)
