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...
Hi all! I;m trying this new thing where I do shorter posts, more frequently instead of studying for mid years. Yeah. Unfortunately, I have to eat my words, because I started this post a week ago. :(
Anyway, Friday was really fun because we started youtubing during EMath and English! Seriously, our class is the best when it comes to manipulating teachers into letting us procrastinate. But to be fair, we did it only for the nonsense lessons- towards the end of Emaths cuz we had finished the syllabus? No comment for English.
This is one of the videos we watched.
I found this one: She's really improved! Her singing reminds me of Cheryl Seah though!
Mrs. Tee's Reactions to all the videos: "Girls, is this what you spend you free time doing?"
Erm, yes, unfortunately.
Ms. Chuah's reaction: She started laughing! HAHAHAAHA.
Ms. Chuah: Girls, this video has no connection to our English lesson. Yanka: Oi! [highlights the title of the Video which says "In ENGLISH SUBTITLES"] 4E: It does! It shows us how not to speak English! ------------------------
I left my quotes book in school :( Nevermind, today was my.. BENGALI MID YEAR EXAM! (Told you, the post is outdated)
Seriously, I've never said so many swear words in my mind over such a short period of time, like, ever.
Grey words are Bengali.
Rivali's Thought process for Paper 1:
Okay, you understand the topics for the letter, right? Okay, pick number 1, cuz you'll be able to write it better... 'Write a letter to your friend describing a family trip to a Mountainous Region.' Just hope that_(a bengali word)__means mountainous area... or you're screwed. It did mean mountain by the way. Er.. okay.. atleast you know the letter format for an informal letter... OR DO YOU? Maybe theres no difference between the letter formats.. Remember Su-lyn asked you a really long time ago, "How can we be sure that everything we're experiencing is not a figment of our imagination?" Hmmm.. I suppose- wait, Focus, FOCUS! The Bengali Teacher is glaring at you. Robot. Rivali. surveys. scene. Why. is. Bengali.teacher. glaring. at. Robot. Because. everyone. has. written. half. a. page. and. robot. has. not. Hah, it would be fun to be a robot.... AAARGH, FOCUS!
Fifteen minutes later: [Writing] The morning sun tinted the ice red.... How do you say that in Bengali? Err..the morning sun turned -ice... red.. colour. Okay... expand on that.. Erm, what are the 1340918734091 Bengali words you memorised last night in a last minute effort to pass? Er... Blood droplets... Escape.. er,,. I know!The red ice made it seem as if blood was flowing from the very pores of the mountain.Er... I guess it'll do. Gosh, I can't believe I actually wrote that.
Later, when writing the compo: Oh shit, you don't understand even ONE of the three topics you have to choose from. Number 1: Write about a _____ you admire the most... Er does ____ mean play? Or actor.. erm.. (Later I found out it meant LEADER). Nevermind, screw that. No point writing out of point. Haha.No POINT. Out of POINT. Point.. (chuckles to herself) Wait, remember last time, the teacher said that if she caught you laughing, she'd throw you out of class? Okay. Stop laughing. Number 2: ___(long bengali sentence)___ Er.. Hell, I can't even read the words, talk about understanding it! That squiggly line over there.. erm... er... ah.. screw that TOO.. Wow, you're really getting the hang of screwing things.. (Not in the Amrit kind of way though.. *cough*). Hahaha. Amrit's probably doing her exam now too.. So is Yanka... No, Yanka's probably stealing a sip of vodka every now and then.. Helps her "concentrate" haha.. Wait, focus, focus. I should have some sort of 'focus button' on my body. Then everytime I wanted to focus, I'd just press that button... Hmm... That's interesting.. I wonder what kind of buttons my friends would want to have.. For Sotong, I guess she'd probably say something about everyone being different, therefore we should not conform by changing ourselves... For Su-lyn, a 'stop procrastinating' button... For Amrit a "stop being so horny" button.. For Meera? Hmm.. she thinks she's perfect... Errr... FOCUS.. Okay, for the last topic, you understand 3 out of the 4 main words.. Good.. Habits.. Character.. building... ______. Hmm.. _____ must mean constructive. Okay, topic chosen!
Thank goodness, the last word meant 'important', which was pretty close to 'constructive..'
UPDATE: I GOT AN A1!!! I can't believe it! HAHAHAHAHA. I don't get this high for some of my other subjects that are written in English! HAHAHA.
Translated from bengali:
Bengali Teacher: I guess, you think you're the Queen of the World now? Because of ONE A1? Me: (muttering) I always did, my dear. Bengali Teacher?: (not hearing) So... you're just going to forget about Bengali now, I'm sure? Concentrate on your other subjects which are undoubtably 'more important'? Me: No, teacher. There have been still the O-levels. I will keep on tried. Bengali Teacher: [faints at my grammar]
Anyhoo, darlings, I'm going to sleep now. All three of my dogs refuse to leave my room. Because its going to rain... And when it starts raining, they'll get on my bed. Sigh. AND I'm allergic to fur? Yeah :(
Oh, Cassandra and Sotong, I think you guys are one of the few people in class who actually care about other people. Thanks so much for being there. You know when it comes to people actually having compassion for others, so much of it is lacking in 4E. There's Ding, Cass and Xing Yi. Then there's the Cheryl Seah gang. I remember last year, they sat at Mr. Yeong's table during recess, because he was all alone? Then there's Lyddie, whom I sincerely feel is a nice person. And then? Not very many more. I mean, I'm not saying that they're lacking in that care, but you have to show it. I've wasted my bloody time, writing 4 different drafts for that stupid Hua Yu Cool jingle for GEL. I don't even speak the language? And people were saying stuff like "this doesn't sound like a jingle." So fine, I took it as constructive critiscism, and changed it. But AFTER spitting out the finalized version, you bunch of morons couldn't even practice? I mean, I don't give a shit about GEL, I think the MGS version of 'values' differs GREATLY from what true values are. Neither do I give a shit about whether or not the whole bunch of you make bloody fools of yourselves on stage tomorrow. But DON'T make ME waste my time. I have better things to do. I think what pissed me off the most was.. nevermind. I was going to write her name, then decided against it, then I was going to put 'person X' instead of her name but.. unpleasant memories of Sec 2 surfaced. Haha. You know what happened? In 2e, we were supposed to complete some survey or whatever. So during class time, we were in the com lab with Mr. Seow. Then Mrs. Chen walked in and, keeping with the MGS tradition, we didn't bother to greet her. Then he started yelling at us really badly. (Think Meera x10, thought I'm sorry if I offended either of you by making this comparison) Anyway, I called him Person X and insulted him on my blog.... and months later I found out from him that he had read the post and known who I was talking about.
Yikes.
ANYWAY, what was I saying eons ago about going to sleep? Yeah. Goodnight. (starts to shove dogs out of room)
YShe laughed. And laughed. And laughed yet again.;;
Monday, April 21, 2008
12:10 am
New Hair!
No, I didn't rebond it. Its going to be back to halfway-between-wavy-and-curly by tomorrow. Yes, Sotong, I'M A DEFEATIST! :D
My mum said that she'd get me a laptop if I did well for my O-levels. I told her to just get me hair irons (assuming I do well, which I won't). As in, if my fringe gets too long, its starts curling in weird directions, and I can't stand it. Like, I seriously would waste half my time wondering whether I should just go bald. But after AmandaSoo decided to become a skinhead, I was like "No waaaaay.." Haha.
I initially wanted to rebond my hair, but then, during Band[AGE] I spoke to Lydia. as in, we all had our hair down that day, right?
Lydia: Oooh, pretty hair! Me: You too! And me? Pretty hair?! Urgh, I hate my hair.. its so wavy... Yuck...I wouldn't mind having straight hair... Lydia: But then you'd just be like everyone else.
Sotong and Lydia: I feel, the most... profound people in our class. Deanna darling, if you want to be included in this group you'll have to stop biting people okay? Okay!
I'm printing 4e's Hua Yu Cool Jingle for Values Ed. It's stuck in my head. I could have done one chapter of Physics instead. Oh well, guess I'll go to bed.
AAARGH! See what its doing? I'm speaking in rhyme! Its gets annoying after some time.. I guess I'll communicate through mime-
Oh no! Help! I'm doing it again! When will this stop? When when when?? I'll just ignore it, nevermind, guess I'm going outta my mind. Cassandra will say that I never was sane, It's not her fault- I'm the one to blame.
Goodnight. Sleep tight. The bedbugs won't bite, but I will. Watch out. I'm coming. *morphs into a bat and flies out the window*
YShe laughed. And laughed. And laughed yet again.;;
Monday, April 14, 2008
9:12 pm
Hi all.
I was surfing the net, and came across this piece of news about this total JERK, called Guillermo 'Habacuc' Vargas.
'The Costa Rican has been called an animal abuser, killer and worse over claims that a stray dog called Natividad died of starvation after he displayed it at an exhibition last year at the Códice Gallery in Managua, Nicaragua. Vargas tethered the animal to a short leash without food and water under the words 'Eres Lo Que Lees' - 'You Are What You Read' - made out of dog biscuits while he played the Sandinista anthem backwards and set 175 pieces of crack cocaine alight in a massive incense burner. More than a million people have signed an online petition urging organisers of this year's event to stop Vargas taking part. '
He 'paid local children to catch a dog on the street and then confined, starved and publicly displayed the dog as an "art" exhibit until the innocent animal died of starvation.'
If authorites had acted, and condemned his actions, I think some of the damage would have been made up for. Instead, he was elected to represent Costa Rica in "Bienal Centroamericana Honduras 2008,” an event showcasing the works of various artists.
And his reply to the public outcry?"I knew the dog died on the following day from lack of food. During the inauguration, I knew that the dog was persecuted in the evening between the houses of aluminum and cardboard in a district of Managua. 5 children who helped to capture the dog received 10 bonds of córdobas for their assistance. During the exhibition some people requested the freedom of the small dog, which the artist refused. The name of the dog was Natividad, and I let him die of hunger in the sight of everyone, as if the death of a poor dog was a shameless media show in which nobody does anything but to applaud or to watch disturbed. In the place that the dog was exposed remain a metal cable and a cord. The dog was extremely ill and did not want to eat, so in natural surroundings it would have died anyway; thus they are all poor dogs: sooner or later they die or are killed."
This is really sickening. If there's one thing I can't stand, its animal abuse. My logic is, atleast human beings can understand what's going on when they're being mistreated. But animals don't. That dog was definitely confused, frightened, and this must have been made worse by his situation.
Guillermo Vargas argued that the dog would have died anyway. Well, if you can pick a starving animal off the streets, tie it to a leash and watch it starve to death, you can surely give it a meal. My aunt in Calcutta feeds all the cats in her neighbourhood, as well as any stray dog that might be around. It's nothing THAT hard to do. I don't want to post any pictures of the incident, but if you look around, you'll find them, just like I did. They'll make you cry. Please sign the petition. I know its in Spanish, but I translated it under the Google translator, and its the real deal. Please.
YShe laughed. And laughed. And laughed yet again.;;
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
6:27 pm
Hello!FINALLY!
School's been really really busy. You know, I just realized that I haven't been paying attention to the majority of my Bio or Chem lessons for the last month or so. So I've been spending time pulling myself up again. Nasty reminder to pay attention in class. But I was actually motivated to TAKE NOTES in physics okay? Yes. You know, I was thinking. In Sec 1 I was such an immature prat. Seriously, Amanda Soo and Xianwen will probably be thinking "But she still is now!" or something along those lines, but I was ten, no a hundred times worse in Sec 1. So, after today's physics lesson, I realised how ironic it was that the two teachers I had most disliked in Sec 1 were teaching me in Sec 4. The first was Mrs. Thomsett. Actually, even in sec 1 I knew that the ill-feelings were unfounded. But anyway, this year I realised that she's such a great lit teacher. And a nice person. And a life saver after Ms. ____ (hint: rhymes with song)took the word 'Literature' out from our lives, stamped all over it, spat on it, and mailed it back to us. Second is Ms. Or. I couldn't stand her in Sec 1. I still remember not studying at all for the Physics EOYS, and getting 58%. Now I can't even imagine NOT studying for every minor test that comes along. Not only that, I'm actually motivated for physics. Like, Ms. Or really seems to care about our marks? I'm not comparing her to Ms. Cheong (Angel vs. Devil much?) but she's seriosuly quite a good teacher too.
Incase you were wondering, I am NOT about to write a love letter to Ms. Chuah or anything. Nope. I may be in a reflective kinda mood but I'm not dumb.
Speaking of Ms. Chuah.... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
IT WAS APRIL FOOL'S DAY! Need I say more?
Anyway, let me go in order. We were all wondering about what pranks we could play on which teachers. So, I was about to tell the whole class to start singing when Ms. Lau came in. But then she walked in and told us to separate our tables, because she was going to give us a test. :( So we all went into a state of panic. Except for Cassandra and Deanna, I doubt anyone even knew what Ms. Lau had been teaching us over the last few weeks. So after us yelling and screaming alot, Ms. Lau gave out the quiz and told us we could start. Then she went to write the timing on the board.
"0827 - 0857
Happy April Fools! Haha"
AAAAAAAAARGGGGHHHHH! We all were so... dumbstruck? I seriously never expected Ms. Lau of all our teachers to play a trick on us! Haha it was seriously cool. All I could do for five straight minutes was laugh and laugh and laugh.
We didn't do anything to Mrs. Tee because the poor thing was sick. She was speaking in a very soft voice, and had been on M.C. yesterday. Get well soon Mrs. Tee! <33> First, we heard about what 4M had done to Ms. Chuah. Apparently, some one went and told her that the whole class was in the bamboo courtyard. After she went down and found no one there, she returned to 4M to find the whole class seated. Everything was fine, except that they were facing the wrong way. I don't know much, but I heard that they stood up to greet her facing the back of the class even though she was behind them? HAHAHA.
Anyway, we had to have our turn too, right? So, Ms. Chuah walked in. The first thing she saw was all of us sleeping with our heads on our hands. "Oh, girls, I know what you all are trying to do. I can play April Fools on you all too..." She had obviously decided to take a tough stance on the whole matter. "Tough stance".....haha.. So, then, she told us that she would switch on the computer and set things up in the meantime, since she probably thought that we would tire of the whole thing. But, we're 4E. When we decide to do something in unison, when we all have a common goal and decide to work towards it- we do it. (The above does not apply to passing the O-levels) We didn't stop 'sleeping.' After a short while, Ms. Chuah realized that we had all switched places. So anyway, since none of us were replying to her, she began to pick on Yanka, the only one who was awake. Because she had alot of work to do. (Ironic huh? Usually its the other way round!) So she began insulting Yanka..
"So,why are you at the back of the class? Aren't you supposed to be at the front here? Where teachers can keep an eye on you? Its easier to scold you if you're nearer..." Wow, how insulting. Please, even NAT wouldn't be bothered by something like that. So she kept on making these supposedly mean comments.
Suddenly, Meera ran in. "Ms. CHU-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! GRACE FELL DOWN AND BROKE HER LEG! HELP US MS. CHUAH! WE REALLY NEED YOUR HELP!" But even Ms. Chuah isn't that dumb, so she said "I'm sure Grace can take care of herself," and continued fiddling with the computer.
But Yanka was already on the scene. She just walked right out of class. Then she pretended to see Grace. She returned to class and kept on insisting that Grace had really broken her leg. We could hear someone yelling "Ow..... ouch! Help!" in a totally unconvincing manner out in the corridor, by the way.
So, while Yanka kept on insisting that Grace was in mortal peril, I suddenly remembered that we all were supposed to speak in non-english languages. So I signalled it to her. When I heard Yanka say "Magar Ms. Chuah, suniye to.." something something, I started laughing at the 'Oh-shit-they've-cooked-up-something-else' look on Edna Mode's face. By then the whole class was sniggering. Nicole Heng, next to me, was buzzing as usual. You know, Nic doesn't laugh, she buzzes? HAHA.
Anyway, once Yanka got the ball rolling with the Hindi thing, the whole class followed suit. At first, people were saying proper Japanese words, but it quickly deteriorated to things like "Suzuki" and Toyota!" and "Bonjour". On the other end, me and Yanka were yelling HIndi swear words like 'Saleh kutti!" at her. Someone even yelled 'Pantat!!!' which is backside in Malay. See? I told you we're such a ...globally exposed class.....
Anyway, I think whatever we did really affected Ms. Chuah's sanity. She began saying incoherent things like "You wouldn't do this with your government, only with me." HAHAHAHA. Government? What's the government got to do with it? [Imagine Yanka becoming a Minister and yelling 'PANTAT!' during a parliament session.] So anyway, Ms. Chuah really went mad lah. Poor thing. We didn't do much more to her, but when she left, we said goodbye to her in Chinese. Chillax, Mode, Rest in Peace.
The second topic of the day is... SEC 4 OLYMPICS!
God it was an unforgettable 4E moment. But before I start, I think I have to say how disappointing it was when some of my classmates didn't turn up. For people like Cockeye Xianwen, who were sick, fine. But how about those who just didn't turn up at all? Even the person who turned up an hour late.
Anyway, back to the olympics. I designed the class shirt (dream comne true!), but the printer kinda got the colour of the heart wrong. It was supposed to be a darker red, and the words 4E was supposed to be a lighter, pebbly-ish grey? But I had built up an idea of it in my head, and was kinda disappointed by it. I was kinda scared about presenting it to the girls the next day (which was Olympics day already). But people seemed pretty okay by it. I heard a 4D girl say 'Eh, how come our class tee isn't so nice?" Yay! Heart pain gone... I mean, it could've been better, but from ppl's reactions I was a bit comforted. Oh, thanks Deanna, you really made me feel better that day. I was really upset about the tees and called her because she's the Class Chairper- whoops, I mean Vice-chair,and she was a real rock. (pun intended). Thanks Deanna <33>
Anyway, I arrived at MGS AT 7:28, TWO MINUTES before we were supposed to assemble. Deanna was waiting for me at the concourse. The moment I arrived there, Deanna grabbed the red plastic bag containing our class tees, and the two of us made a mad dash for the bamboo courtyard, running as fast as we could while holding a HUGE red plastic bag. We reached the bamboo courtyard. "HURRY UP, B*TCH!" was Yanka's early morning greeting to me (Hey! She's getting more polite). I pulled out the kazakhstani flag I had printed out, and passed it to her. Yes, we were representing Kazakhstan, and YES, we were every bit as dysfunctional as Borat. So, I had printed out the logo part of the flag, really big. Like eight A4 pieces of paper big. But I didn't print out the whole flag, because Yanka had gotten her brother to buy a huge turquoise sheet of paper as the flag background the night before (yes, we DO plan ahead, don't we?). So, they were basically supposed to stick the logo onto the cloth. Two or three morons from our class started doing what they could. In the meantime, I began grabbing the class tees and shoving them itno the girls' hands. They sprinted off to the toilets to change. Amanda Soo tried to change right there, but peacefully departed for the toilets when we informed her that stripping in public was not socially acceptable.
At that time, we could see almost all the other sec 4 classes present at the sports complex. The darling girls of 4E were still sauntering in slowly. I sighed. Suddenly, " WHERE ARE THE SCISSORS? WHY DON'T WE HAVE ANY F***ING SCISSORS?!?" Yanka. Duh. Apparently, no one had brought anything except glue even though we were supposed to stick the stuff on. So, even though there were patches of white paper in between the logos put together from eight pieces of paper, we just stuck the shizz on. Then, Mr. Khoo arrived. "Girls, could you hurry up?Forget the flag. Everyones there already." With smiles you could almost hear, we replied "Okay Mr. Khoo." The moment he left, we continued doing the flag, as if he had never been there. So, when he came to pester us for the second time, we put the finishing touches on our 'flag' and went towards the sports hall. Imagine the flag: A crumpled, fraying, ginormous piece of turquoise cloth as the base. Eight battered pieces of paper are stuck on it. The paper is of an obviously lighter shade of turquoise than the cloth. White patches of paper punctuate the turquoise, adding to the general aura of shabbiness permeating from the flag. Our handiwork. 4E was happy. 4E had finished their work, and it looked passable (to them). 4E had actually finished the work only a few minutes late. 4E walks towards the sports complex as one, united in their tear-inducing inability to function.
So, there we are lined up with the other classes, waiting for the March to start. Gosh, we were all looking at our flag and just laughing and laughing and laughing. 4G was on our left. When I saw Xioa Hui's wth? face, I just started laughing even more. But they were all quite nice, they gave us tips to cover up the flaws in our flag. But our problems were far from over. Cheryl Seah, of all people, Cheryl Seah, was our mascot. We initially wanted her to dress as Borat, but no one, as usual, got up to do anything in preparation. Finally, she just wore a turquoise shirt. Or so we thought. While we were waiting for the March to start, a frantic Cheryl ran up to us. She was clutching a navy-blue-almost-black tshirt. "THIS LOOKED TURQUOISE LAST NIGHT!" she yelled, stumbling and coming to a screeching halt in front of Shreyanka. Oh no. I know what you're thinking right now, whoever you are, reading this post. We don't deserve to live right? But we had fun, and that's what mattered. :) Anyway, back to Cheryl's unbelievable blindness. "It looked turquoise last night," she repeated sadly, staring at the shirt. Don't worry, 4E was prepared. I had brought an extra turquoise shirt. Cheryl rushed to get changed. See? We're not ALWAYS unprepared... Okay, fine. We are. I had brought the tshirt because I thought Yanka had told me that Cheryl needed one, thought I think that all she was that Cheryl was going to wear one. Whatever, so what if it was a miscommunication? We were still prepared!
The classes started marching. As our turn neared, Cheryl was still changing. "WHERE THE F*** IS CHERYL!" screeched Yanka. I automatically checked to see if Salad had heard (4G was next to us). Thankfully, I saw her saying 'Bonzai!' or something with this weird look on her face. Our turn arrives. We don't move, since Cheryl isn't in sight. Oh gosh, we were totally screwing up the olympics. Finally, Cheryl arrived. falling over in her haste. We began marching. Needless to say, we were totally out of sync. Yanka, Cheryl, Ding, Me, Lydia, April, etc were all around the front of our 'formation'. Double over in laughter, one of my hands was clutching the flag, to cover one of the white paper parts. About 3 other people were covering various parts of the flag with their hands, but we were quite embarrassed, so we were all trying to hide behind to flag. On top of that, we were laughing so much, we couldn't walk.
The result? A haphazard formation of morons, lurching from side to side as we shoved each other out of the way, desperate to hide our faces. Oh no.
ONE OF THE FUNNIEST DAYS OF MY LIFE!
Oh, 4E got 2nd place in basketball! Thanks basketball team! Cassandra, April, Nicole Heng, Deanna, Krithika, Michelle, Cheryl Yeong, Hilary and Me! And much love to Sotong, Evan, Sam and Joycelyn for helping us out in the finals! <333 Also, thanks Hilary, for making those Kazakhstan flag stickers! Haha. I think it was the only thing done properly that day. :) Over and Out. Rivali.
(Gosh, I've been typing this post since the 27th of March! :( Its such a freaking long post. I'm going to condense my posts. The next one will be one word long. Goodbye.)
YShe laughed. And laughed. And laughed yet again.;;
