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...
Something that Lydia (or Xydia) said has been coming to mind over and over again. I think it was last Tuesday? and me, Xing Yi and her were having recess. Xing Yi (its so weird calling her that) okay fine, SOTONG, was complaining about how she felt dumb because she doesn't always get what people say. And then Lydia said- "Sotong, you know, you read in between the lines so much, that you forget to read the lines." And that, ladies and gentlemen, sums up our dear Vanessa Hew Xing Yi. Could YOU think of a more apt description?
In other news, never underestimate the power of facebook. I logged in about a few days ago, and saw a little notification saying that Ms. Marilyn Lau (otherwise known as 'Lau Lau') is "officially in a relationship" with some guy called Gavin Ng. Spread the word people! And if you're too lazy to do so, atleast tell Hilary- she'll do it for you. So, how do we use this interesting little nugget of information to disrupt future bio lessons? Hmmm... *evil laugh*
Thirdly, I went out with Su-lyn and Amrit (separately) this week. I was absolutely appalled by the choice of movies at the movie halls. Lido wasn't even worth mentioning. Even when I went with Su-lyn on wednesday. Ah Long Private Limited? Kungfu Dunk? CJ7? Sorry, I'm not interested. There were two other horror movies, as well as Sweeney Todd and Atonement, which were both M18.
Me and Su-lyn tried asking some people to help us buy tickets for Sweeney Todd, but all we got was a reaffirmation to the fact that most Singaporeans are nothing but a bunch of mindless, insociable pack of hamsters. I mean, if asking you to help us buy tickets goes so horribly against your morals and ethics (rolls eyes) then tell us so. Instead we got people ignoring us, looking over our heads (I may be short, but Su-lyn isn't), staring right through us and-most irritatingly- shrugging their shoulders or shaking their heads in an odd, jerky manner as if the whole bunch of them had Tourette's Syndrome. Its not the fact that they didn't help us, its the way they responded. They moved like they were puppets, whose puppet master had tangled up the strings. Its only a matter of time before the strings break.
I went out with Amrit on Friday a little wiser. We had wanted to watch Juno, but it apparently wasn't showing... :( So, we asked a Filipino lady to help us buy tickets for Sweeney Todd. Not a Singaporean. She told us not to make a habit of it, but helped us buy the tickets. Hah! Funny isn't it, that the very people many Singaporeans look down upon as maids etc, have better communication skills than half the country combined? I can bet you that if she didn't want to help us, she would have atleast told us so. Fortunately for us, she did.
But there was another obstacle: the guy who tore the tickets. We joined a whole crowd of people going in, and he was about to tear the tickets and just let us pass. He looked at Amrit, then he looked at me, and asked for our ICs. How sad. But its not like I expected to look 18 anyways. So Amrit showed him her IC even though it obviously stated that she was 16 ("If we leave, we leave in style."). I pulled out my IC too. The guy looks at our ICs, and tells. us. to. proceed.
WTF???
Not that WE were complaining! We waltzed into the movie hall, saying things like "This makes up for all those times we couldn't get into NC16 movies." and "This... this is an iconic day for mankind."
Anyway, we went in for Sweeney Todd. It is one of the saddest, nicest movies I've ever watched. Johnny Depp's acting was wonderful, there's no need to even mention it. The storyline was sad, but I can't get the movie out of my mind. It wasn't AS gory as I thought it would be, and the movie was so tastefully done anyway, that you never focussed on the blood that much. I actually cried.
And, I don't usually cry, so I was quite surprised at myself. Until I cried AGAIN after todays bio test. Whatever. I shall fail the O-levels, end up in poly, and go be a shepherd or a wanderer, just walking wherever I want to go. Its something I'd love to do (not the failing the O-levels part) and I know Sotong will be there to join me :)
Anyway, today is thursday. We had lit today. It was super hilarious!
It started with a few of us sneaking into class a teeny little bit late. Everyone was walking around, so it didn't really make a difference. Once all the MEP and History and Art and Geog girls had gone out of the class, the 15 of us were left, right? So, we were all standing there waiting to greet Mrs. Thomsett.
Mrs. Thomsett: Girls, why are you standing up? Lit class: [Looks at her blankly] Huh? Mrs. Thomsett: You all already greeted me! Lit class: We...did? Mrs. Thomsett: Yes! Just now! Lit class:[looks at each other, confused] Mrs. Thomsett: Aiyah, sit down, sit down! Good morning girls... Lit class: Good morning, Mrs. Thomsett. Mrs. Thomsett: No! You already... already did that-
Oh dear. I don't remember greeting her at all. I don't think anyone did. And while all this was going on, you could see the evil gears of Sotong's head slowly creaking into action. The look on her face was equivalent to her standing up and yelling "Yay! I've brainwashed all of them! You are all, like Me now. I am great... I am great.. I am- who am... I?"
After that, we were discussing Whose Life is it Anyway, and for the non-full-lit girls, ignorant fools, I'll give a brief summary....
Just kidding. Read the play yourself.
But, anyway there's this ward orderly called John. Some words to sum up his character (cpied from my Lit class notes) are practical, playful, irreverent and sexually aggressive. He is infatuated with Nurse Sadler, an inexperienced and rather naive nurse. So anyway, theres this scene where he corners her while she's sterilising instruments, and begins to flirt with her. And he's quite forward, so he's like saying things like "Lets go back to my pad for anatomy lesson" and he sings stuff about how her head bone's connected to the neck bone, which is connected to the shoulder bone, then the breast bone (while sliding his hand from her head to her neck to ... you get the point.)
So, two of the groups had to discuss John's character and their feelings towards him.
Giselle T. (presenting for her group): So, when John was like doing that, we felt a bit disgusted, and- Mrs. Thomsett: Disgusted? But I can see that your group has written attracted and charmed next to that... Lit class: ??? Giselle: (looking agitated) No! That's just Amanda (Soo)! Lit class: [Laughs, and then turns and looks at Amanda, who's sitting at her desk and staring resolutely ahead, refusing to look at anybody.] Mrs. Thomsett: No, but there are some aspects to him which charms people too, right? Its not like she's the only one. There are some types of people who are attracted to men like him..... Someone : Who gets attracted to perverts? Me: Amanda.
Then Thomsett was lecturing us on the type of guy we should settle down with and how people like John were playboys and would never settle down with one woman. It was certainly enlightening, but Yanka kept on saying "Yeah... bitches" so much , I couldn't hear properly! :( And Cassandra kept on reciting Chem formulas under her breath too! Oh dear. I have such weird friends. Thank goodness I'M not weird, right? (Runs away before I can be hit by a barrage of comments from people yelling the opposite)
After that, to sum the lesson up...
Mrs. Thomsett: So, when John is discussing the children in Africa, you see a more practical side to him, right? And you realize that there's more to him than ahorny bastard... Me: ?? Did she just call him a- Daniella: I.. think so.
w00t! THIS is why I'm so glad we have a new lit teacher. Lessons are actually interesting. Mind you, we learn alot during lit. And once in a while there are a few funny incidents in class which makes it better. (This does not apply to Yanka and Jin Yee, who drink vodka/sleep/eat/talk/try to shoot birds flying near the window/throw chalk at imaginary people during Lit lessons.)
Anyway, I'm skipping off to read Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman. You know, I picked up his book Stardust because I was bored, and I've been hooked ever since. Especially his collection of short stories. I mean the things he thinks of are so amazing, half the time when I'm reading, my mouth is just open. Read Neil Gaiman!
Celery, Rivali.
YShe laughed. And laughed. And laughed yet again.;;
