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...
HEY HEY BEEYOTCH! Hey, here's some funny spoofs I found on youtube...
Clinton-Obama:
Freedom Writers:
Aaanyhoo, as most of y'all know, Mr. Seow reappeared in school on Monday, though he hasn't been seen for the rest of the week (to Meera's OBVIOUS disappointment). For the record, she has been asked by MGS to pay $19854709434073952 as compensation for all the windows that shattered on Monday due to her excessive screeching. Word has it that she began stalking him the moment the motion sensors she had planted near his desk in the staffroom sounded off. An intense hunt ensued, with The Meerems ruthlessly following her prey, trying to tire him out so that she could pounce. Yes, people, that wind blowing past you on Monday? It was them, running at inhuman speeds. Word has it that Mr. Seow actually managed to run faster than the speed of sound, just so that he wouldn't have to hear her shrieking 'Me-elvy" at the top of her voice.Hmmm... will The Meerems catch her prey? Or will The Seow manage to elude her grasp? Only time will tell. Oh, a word of advice to Mr. Seow: She's planning to kidnap Baby, BEWARE!
Hahaha. Sorry Meerems! Am I being too mean? We still love you, you know? And so does- nevermind.....
Moving on, I've been thinking lately. I've got so many friends who have young siblings. Ding, Su-lyn, Meera, Shreyanka... I'm sure it can get annoying at times. (Though I want a baby sister!!! :DDD Or a rottweiler. Whichever.)Anyway, I've come up with some nursery rhymes which you can sing to all your younger siblings/relatives! They even come with morals and stuff!
I'm not a cookie, said the little muffin. I'm not a cookie, said the little muffin. Cookies aren't sweet, but I sure am. And then the little muffin turned into a leg of ham.
Moral:Be kind to strangers.
Composers are idiots, they play piano in the air. They were hideous neon clothes and have kooky, crazy hair. Composers are outcasts, and they really really smell. So if you come across one, please just throw 'em down a well.
Moral: Please throw _____ down a well.(HINT: It starts with an 'L' and rhymes with 'Xydia.')
Cat'rpillars are ugly, and butterflies are not. Paris Hilton is a joke and Taylor Hicks hot. (Yuck!) Don't grow up you little twerp, childhood is more fun, that's if you survive the drugs and the pimps toting those guns.
Moral: pImpZZZ rUlEZZZZ! Word.
Incy wincy spider went up the water spout, looking for some water in the middle of the drought. But that wasn't one of wincy's luck times. Cuz someone pressed the flush and killed him with some toxic slime.
Moral: Spiders get killed by toxic slime. Or they grow really really big and take over the world. But don't get any ideas into your head.
Little Ms. Muffet, sat on her tuffet, eating her curds and whey. But she was arrested, and tried and tested because she was homo and gay.
Moral: If you're a homoSAAAAXUAL, get out of Singapore.
Older sisters are pretty, older sisters are hot. Olders sisters are beautiful, they're everything you're not. If you make us angry, We WILL make you pay. We'll force you to sing opera songs and lock you up in jail.
Moral: Beware of me. And give me all your money. Oh, come on! You've got more haven't you? Nasty little brat. STOP HIDING THE MONEY. Yes, yes, pay up.... Mwahahaha!
Oh, today Mrs. Tee called us losers! Because she was in class for most of recess, and she caught sight of half the class studying. Then almost towards the end of recess, she said "Girls, aren't any of you going to eat? Recess will be over soon..." So all of us were like "Oh, but we're doing work." and "No, we're not going to eat." And she lectured us on not having lives! Oh dear, :(
Humunga, Cowabunga, Rivali!
YShe laughed. And laughed. And laughed yet again.;;
