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...
Hello me dearies. Blogging TWICE in one day. Now we haven't seen that here since Sec 2, right? Why, I wonder? Maybe because I was young and carefree in Sec 2, therefore I had more time. Let's dig deeper. Why was I more carefree in Sec 2? hmmmmm.maybe because my fatherwas away more often. there have been so many times when ive posted about how much i hate him, and then decided to remove the post because i fel sorry for him or because of someother crapped up reason. But seriously from today, i can shoutout loud and say- I DONT GIVE A FUCK ANYMORE i have half a mind to jump out of a window right now but i love my mom sister brother, hell even my dogs more than i love that fucking bastard. and if i were to kill myself u can be assured id i'd kill him first. im not sweeney todd or anything. i just hate his fucking guts. before this he used to be posted overseas for six weeks, then come back here for two weeks, since he's a pilot, just like his father. have i mentioned his whole entire family from his almost nonexistant sister to his fucked up BITCHES of aunts who look worse than pieces of horse shit I tell you, are all fucked up? anw, now his contract has changed. he comes back here for 10 days, after flying (he's based in bombay now) for EIGHT days. What kind of fucked up company has a contract like that? What kind of fucked up company would hire HIM as the bloody senior commander of its 747 fleet or some shit like that? im not ranting. i have a lit essay to write after this, just finished bio hw. its not like ive been procrastinating and not doing work. i went for tennis today, came back and did that piece of crap speech we have to do for english, went to yankas house to make pizza for CIPm then came back and did some maths. in the middle of bio homework he starts with all the drama, talking in bengali when he CANT speak the fucking language (i hate all bengalis with their frivolous attitutdes and their pretentious ways. stunning revelation! unless ur sulyn or amrit) he such an asshole. He just came in just now. I wasn't typing then. I was doing lit. Demanding that i go to sleep because its late.
"Go to sleep now." "I'm doing my homework." "GO TO SLEEP NOW!" "I'm doing lit homework and its quite important." "Why?" "What do you mean by why you fucking bastard? Because I have to pass up the fucking essay tomorrow? I don't mind though, i love lit. more than i'll ever like you you peice of shit.""I have to pass it up tomorrow." "What time is it?" "Don't you have a fucking watch on you, you asshole? look, its there on your big fat wrist. don't worry, I'm not surprised. You can't even see it when your own children have daydreams about killing you/ you migrating far far away. You don't even see that everyone in this family (yes, THIS family, not YOU'RE family, turd)hate you." "Twelve o clock." "How long will it take?" "How the FUCK am i supposed to know?" "I don't know." *closes the door*
I've hated him since p5? The DAY before my PSLE he kicked up so much of a fuss and started getting so angry, my mom walked out (with us ofcourse. See, my mom is the best mom in the world). What were you doing the day before your PSLE? Studying? Trying to calm down? I was walking in macritchie reservoir forcing myself not to jump in. Then i was at the Ritz Carlton. the maid helped us pack some clothes so we drove by and picked it up and scooted back off. Its a wonder i passed my PSLE. But if god exists, then the one good thing he did was to make me get, what? 15 marks more than i expected in that exam? Though, you know, you could have just given me like a normal father and stuff? But whatever. same thing a few days before the sec 2 streaming. Back in the ritz carlton. but i got into a triple science class, whatever. but im growing older, and feeling the effects of his unreasonability (is that even a word i dont give a fuck) even more and if this happens the day before my o lvevels i wont be able to take it. i know i wont.
Funny how I'm able to keep up with that crazy, free-spirited facade in school huh? Its not that thats not who i am. It is and I love it. But there's the other, introverted, quiet side, that bookworm who walks around listening to music all day, that recluse who'll sit in one corner and paint because she doesn't want to think about anything else. And no one really knows that side of her, except her mom, Amrit, Sotong, and maybe Su-lyn. I sometimes wonder which side will win eventually. Or will they be battling it out for the rest of my life? Or maybe they'll reach some sort of agreement (the kind that That Man and I will never reach), where the better qualities of both are retained. I certainly hope so.
She's crying now, man, she isn't laughing, as much as she'd love to.
YShe laughed. And laughed. And laughed yet again.;;
