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...
I'm so confused today. Like, everything is literally whizzing by, getting caught in my hair, lifting me up and putting me down. And no, I'm not being Emo.
Facebook: Did they just postpone FFAFuture? Er....
Chem marks: One more mark, one more mark, one more mark. You know, I did so badly for Amaths but I don't really care. I know I can pick myself up. But Chem? I was counting on you. I know combined with my CA1 its still an A1, but after trying so hard I feel so cheated. I told myself, its okay if you do badly for Chem and Physics, because you really prepared for it. Physics was okay, but what does it say when I put in so much of effort and still do badly? That I'm stupid? That, as much as I try, I'll never be able to do well? That, basically I suck? Yeah, I think thats about it.
Bio: On another note, I got a B3 for Bio... and I don't give a shit! HAHAHAHAHA... Hahahaha... haha.. ha... ha. *stops laughing and stares at the screen blankly*
ACS(I) talk: It was interesting. Me and my mum were there with Sotong and her mum. I could literally see hearts in Xing Yi's eyes when they started talking about all those philosophical questions. Later when we were walking around at the different subject booths, I totally ignored Bio (refer to previous paragraph on my immense love for the subject), like didn't even go to the booth. Me and Xing Yi spent almost half an hour at the Visual Arts booth though. I didn't know she was so interested in art, and it was a suprise, albeit a pleasant one.
ACS guy: Hi, do you have any questions on art? Me: Yeah, what are the qualifications needed to- ACS Guy: Nothing. Me: Huh, as in, no O-levels or- ACS Guy: Nope. Nothing. Me: Oh... ACS Guy: Actually, there are two students who had never taken art before, and they joined art. They both got 7 points in the finals... Xing Yi: (Talking about herself) If you can't draw or paint, how do you take art? ACS Guy: Err.. erm... ah, let me get my teacher.. erm.. yeah.. er.. (runs to the teacher)
But the teacher was really good at explaining everything. He showed us the different installations made by the pupils, and explained all the things you could do other than drawing or painting. It was good.
Then, at the English booth, some guy was explaining the curriculum to us. And when I saw him, the first thing that came to mind was Xiao Hui. Seriously, like he was bouncing up and down and talking in the same was as her, as he was always like smiling. So funny! And then, suddenly, while he was explaining that 'English' there was basically Lit [I love! But I fail :(], suddenly, this yellow... thing collided with him. It was Xiao Hui. "Hello, this is my brother you know! Hahahahaha." I could see Salad behind her, her face all red. Ooh, Salad, i haven't seen you blushing for a long time. Was it because of all the guys there? Tsk tsk. Anyway, then Xiao Hui was like "Hello! HELLO!" at all of us. Then she whacked her brother and pointed to Sotong. "Oi! She looks like Huang Bi Ren right?" Her brother was kind of speechless. Sotong also had a very blank look on her face. Then she walked off, came back a few seconds later, told her brother to keep some guitar for her and went off.
Haha, oh 2e.
Amanda Soo and the bus-ride home: If Amanda had any doubts about me being a complete idiot, after today I'm sure they have all been completely erased. My mom said that she was around Coronation Plaza, so she could pick me up from the NJC bus stop. So, I got into a bus, since so many of them pass NJ right? Amanda was taking that bus too. First thing I noticed, you know those handholds hanging from the ceiling of the bus? Yeah, they were touching her head! Hahaha. She did not seem very amused by my observation though. Anyway, she claimed she didn't know where she lived so I was quite confused.
Me:I think I can get on quite a few buses. Amanda: Oh. Me: Because my mom's picking me up at NJC. Amanda: Oh. Me: My mom's a teacher there. Amanda: Oh. Me: I'm lying. Amanda: Oh... Oi!!
Anyway, I pressed the stop button one bus stop ahead of the NJ one, and then I realised it was the wrong bus stop, so I didn't get off. And I think the bus driver was kind of pissed? Then they stopped at the NJ bus stop, and as I was about to get off, I realised that though my mum had said 'NJ bus stop' she meant the bus stop opposite Chinese High. So, I didn't get off again, and when I finally got off, Amanda seemed kind of relieved. Sorry Amanda!
The Bookshop: Went there to buy correction tape, and there was this little imp of a primary school girl opening cupboards she was not supposed to and basically being really mischievous. Until the bookshop auntie scolded her. Guess who it was?
Maya Rajah.
Dear Meerems, I guess it runs in the family huh?
Evan's blog: I just went to evan's blog. I'm so happy she posted about Ms. "Blek's"- or who she calls, "Ms. K's"- behaviour. Its good to see that someone spoke up about the horrible, unprofessional and atrocious behaviour of a teacher who should belong in the zoo.. as food for the lions. Also, her message to people whining about the mid years: "To all who did badly for mids: Does it matter? It's the o levels which count anyway. So what if you get a hundred for all your subjects? Does it really make a difference in your o level grade? Who knows, the one who gets a hundred might get over confident and fail in the end. Who knows? Study hard, the whole of june is yours to spend."
I shall stop whining. My sucky mid-year marks are my fault. Thanks, all those who said that its partially due to my illness, but still, its my fault for not taking care of myself. Try harder for prelims. I'm sorry, Su-lyn, if I pissed you off about Chem today.
I'm going to sleep now. My dogs are trying to get into the room. I pretend to be stern and tell them to sleep in the living room, but I always let them in in the end. By the time I wake up? Banjo's on my bed, curled up somewhere near my feet. Bim's sitting on the floor and glaring at Banjo cuz he's too heavy to lift himself onto the bed. Bowser's curled up on the rug near the door, snoring away in all his glory. He's snoring here right now in fact. Bowser dreams, its so cute when he moves in his sleep. Funny thing, these three dogs. They don't speak at all, but they bring me more comfort than a room full of people. Banjo, Bowser, Bim, I don't know what I'd do without the three of you.
YShe laughed. And laughed. And laughed yet again.;;
Sunday, May 18, 2008
2:52 pm
Hey hey! Exams are over! Marks are coming out! I don't know why I'm still soundin excited! Woohoo.....
Anyway, went over to vivo with Sotong after the exams. It was really great. <333
We watched Iron Man, which I think is a fantastic movie. Seriously, I love it when superheroes are superheroes because of their brains? Not because of some genetic mutation and blahblahblah. Like, I love Heroes, but its kind of unbelievable that a genetic mutation would allow West to fly, right? AAANYWAY, I had a great time.
Me: Sotong, can I do something I usually do in movie halls? Xing Yi: What? Me: Usually I make up an ending for the movie, and talk about it loudly, so the person next to me thinks the movie is ruined for them... Xing Yi: -____- Me: So... can I? Xing Yi: I don't mind playing along! Me: Okay... [loudly] Wah, you know my mother told me that the guy dies in the end? Xing Yi: Really?? Me: Yes... HE DIES! (sneaks a look at the person next to me, who seems oblivious) I hate these movies where EVERYONE DIES. [I realise that the person next to me isn't even listening, and dejectedly start watching the movie]
Walking down Blackmore Drive before that, we saw Cass on the other side of the road... Cass: Hello!!! Me and Xing Yi: Hi Cassandra!!! Me: Where are you going?? Cass: (says something) Me: Huh? Where? Faerieland??? Cass: What the- Yes, YES, I'm going to faerieland! Xing Yi: What about POOPOOLAND? Cass: (falls over and dies in frustration) ------
Oh, yesterday, I went over to Su-lyn's house with Meera, Nat, Marisa, Gwenisha, and the Rock (a.k.a Deanna). It was hilarious. I was the first to arrive, and Su-lyn and me were baking cookies from scratch with Betty Crocker's Cookie Mix. Finally, she realised that she couldn't mix it properly, and passed it her domestic help. We flounced out of the kitchen. Anyway, Meera, Nat and Marisa soon arrived. While they were having lunch, Meera occupied herself with her new hobby.
Looking at Mr. Seow's photos on facebook.
Under the pretext of 'showing them to Nat' she went through EVERY SINGLE PHOTO in EVERY SINGLE ALBUM, one by one by one. She has some portable computer thingy which is really cool, so she was sitting there in the living room and zooming into every picture as much as she could. Sigh. Even Nat lost interest after a while, but Meerems continued looking at the pics. Occasionally, she'd show us one of the pics and say stuff like "Cute, not?" and "He's so pree-tee!" in this weird accent. I think she was trying to make us think she was being sarcastic, but no one believed her. She finally stopped when Me, Marisa and Su-lyn threatened to tell Seow about it. Poor thing. Su-lyn tells me that he glares at her whenever he sees her. Don't worry, we know you two love each other... somewhere deep down inside.... erm... really deep.. nope, deeper... keep going....
Anyway, then, we began to do what we do best... PRANK CALLING! Haha, but they didn't prank call any teachers, thank God. We called some guy from Hwa Chong, and Deanna arrived in the middle of it. She began screaming "I'M NOT INVOLVED! I'M NOT INVOLVED!!!!!!" Poor Deanna. Responsibility is a bad thing to have when you're in a room full of morons.
Anyway, we only made one proper prank call. How sad. We're losing touch. Meera did her signature Ali Muthu Mohamed thing to some Hwa Chong guy. Her accent is just so authentic, it was marvellous.
Meera: 'Ello. I Ali Muthu Mohamed. I sell alot of things.. Carpet, paper, roti prata...
And then she went on and on about selling 'Big carpet, small carpet.. medium carpet oso can' and started yelling at the guy after a while. 'Eh, I tell you ah, I call police okay? You tell me you want to buy carpet, then now you say don't want .. huh?' Su-lyn was Meera's daughter I think ('Eh, you don't disturb my father!')And Marisa was pretending to be Meera's nagging wife.
Marisa: Oi, Muthu ah! Hurry up! Muthu, ah Muthu!!! Meera: I'm coming, my wife! Eh, you better buy carpet right now! HC Guy: Okay, fine lah.. Meera: What carpet you want? Flying carpet also have! HC Guy: ???
Haha.. Then I started singing the 'Arabian Nights' theme song from Disney in this weird voice. What a perfect way to destress after the exams.
Then we watched Ps. I Love You. So sad!! Though frankly, I didn't cry. I felt kinda heartless until I saw Deanna yawning and looking at the screen with a totally expressionless face. And MEERA was crying! ALOT. Nothing wrong with that, but Marisa seemed to find it really funny, so whenever Meerems began crying, like when Hilary Swank broke down completely, we had to put up with Marisa's maniacal laughter. -___- Haha.
Anyway, the exams are over, and I am BORED. On top of that, my sister's HOGGING the computer (think 7 hours a day), and the other computers aren't working.
AAAANYWAY, the exams. I shall air out my grievances here.
AMATHS was really really really bad. What kind of a paper was that? Who the hell set it? We all thought it was Mr. Ling and were like cursing him, until Su-lyn it was Mr. Yeo. Oh well, it couldnt have been Mrs. Tee. She's too nice.... right? Right?
EMATHS- what the hell is Ms. ---'s (rhymes with... 'blek') problem? URGH! I CAN'T STAND HER. Who's the most bitter, mean, nasty person I've ever met in my life? Answer: Ms. Blek . She went through our EMaths paper 2 with us. Advice to all those people who haven't gotten EMaths back yet- if you enter the lecture theatre, and see her there? Run. Runrunrunrunrun as far far faaaaaaaaaar away as you can. You don't insult people over and over and over again when you're going through a paper. "WHO GOT THIS QUESTION WRONG? I'M telling you, you better drop Amaths lah. You can't drop EMaths, but if you can't do this might as well drop Amaths." "What is wrong with the people who couldn't remember the formula for shoelace method? Huh? This is a throw away question! I'm telling you ah, all of you did so badly for this.." It may not sound like she said very mean things, but it was the way she said it, in that high pitched whiny voice of hers. And the contempt with which she said it. There was a girl who didn't do very well, and she was just crying and crying because of Ms. Blek. I mean, I'm damn happy with my marks, I got an A1, but that stupid Ms. Blek made mefeel like a total idiot. Yeah, I didnt remember the shoelace formula, but yeah, I'm not some screwed up maths teacher who cant speak english who everybody hates. When she accompanied us on the chennai trip, she REALLY annoyed the SJI guys, and being guys they didn't hesitate to make fun of her. But I'm not going to stoop to the level of publicly making fun of any physical shortcomings she might have like the guys did. Speaking. of. her. English. when she was going thru the midyear paper. I may start hating EMaths because of our dear Ms. Blek. (Bear with my bitchiness please, I am VERY annoyed). Speaking of her- wait you cant even call it English. Imagine her speaking in a horribly laboured voice. Like "Guss, you oll- cooooooden. effen.... doe.... thar... laberring.."
Ms. Blek: Guss, you oll cooden effen doe thar laberring. Me: (in a proper English accent, may I stress) Excuse me? Whot did she say? Ding: I think she said we all couldnt do the labelling. Ms. Blek: Who is thar idiots- Me: Who ARE the idiots... Ms. Blek: ...who cooden doe this quastians? Me: THESE questions. These. Or 'quastians'.. whatever makes her happy..
This is quite fun. I shall continue. Anyway, after a while I think Sotong got a bit annoyed with me :) But thanks Hilary for supporting me throughout my monologue of critiscism.
Ms. Blek: Whar cooden you oll doe thar trigarmonetry quastian? Me: Huh? Why couldn't we all do the trigo- what? Ms. Blek: Guss, you carnot liff quastians blenk like this. (Girls, you cannot leave questions blank likethis) Me: Who's Guss? Ms. Blek: Guss you many of you gort. thees. long! (Girls, you many of you got this wrong!) Me: WHAAAT? Who the hell is Guss? Is there someone called Guss here? Ms. Blek: You dlow a perparendicularlarlar laiyn flom heyar to heyar. Me: What did she just do to the word perpendicular? Ms. Blek: So, thar answarr is eih-tor-fie-fie.....sex. Me: 82556? HUH?
And, she kept on making it sound like the whole bunch of us hadn't tried for our exams. I can guarantee that the majority of people in 4E, 4I and 4O HAD tried for their exams. Like, okay, fine, I got your 'soolays methard' wrong, but that doesnt mean I didn't try. I tried damn hard for EMaths. In fact, I tried damn hard for all my subjects, except for bio but that was because i was SICK. And you know what? I bet 90% of the people in that lecture theatre tried damn hard too. For once, I missed Ms. Chuah, because she could speak English, and Mrs. Tee, who knows what professionalism is, and knows how to pronounce it, unlike certain people I could name.
Ahhhhh, that was a long part of the post. *Kicks off shoes and leans back comfortably in chair.* On with my exam grievances!
ENGLISH- Erm , this isn't really smth I'm upset about. My compo was about a villager in Myanmar who survived Cyclone Nargis. So I wrote something about how his infant daughter was playing with his beard. And you know what Ms. Chuah wrote on the side? "Do Myanmese have beards?" I was like GOSH, you marked me down for THAT??
Me: Ms. Chuah... Ms. Chuah:... yes? Me: Erm, you know this... comment you made? Er.. yes.. I think some Myanmese people have beards.. Ms. Chuah: Oh, are you sure? Me: Yes, I saw a picture in the newspaper and this man had a beard... Ms. Chuah: Maybe its an isolated case and- Me: No-in-the-picture-there-was-this-whole-row-of-men-and-they-were-all-standing-there-and-they-all-had-beards. Ms. Chuah: -____- Well, don't worry, I wrote that in pencil, so I didn't mark you down for that... Its just.. you know... my little musings... *chuckles to herself*
Haha, it was quite cute..vWhile we're on it, join the facebook group I created- 'Give Ms. Chuah (Edna Mode) A Present for Teachers' Day!' She's an impartial teacher lah. As in, I'm obvs not her best student, what with the horrible fake Indian accent, and the shrieking in class and all. But she's never marked me down for it.
BIO- I totally crapped it. Sigh, it was like, totally eenie-meenie-mighnie- mo. Is that how you spell it? Hmmm, I don't know, have you ever tried spelling it? I haven't. And I say it quite frequently. How would you spell it? I'll make a poll...
LITERATURE!!! ARRRRGHHHHH! Thomsett came into class yesterday, and said we'd all failed.
Mrs. Thomsett: [writing on the board about a lit essay she wants us to do]Cass and Cheryl Y?: Mrs. Thomsett, can you postpone the deadline (its tmrw- thursday) because we have our Chinese O's on monday. Mrs. Thomsett: You want me to postpone it? Here I am sitting at my desk, trying to pull out a few marks so that the whole bunch of you will pass... Lit girls: [fall over and die] Mrs. Thomsett: [laughs evilly and then casually steps over our inert bodies and makes her way back to the staffroom]
Bad thing is, she sounded perfectly serious, and kind of pissed off when she was talking about the marks thing? Oh dear, and this year, we can't even blame the teacher cuz Mrs. Thomsett's a good teacher. Last year we could dump all the blame on Ms. Bong (because it WAS her fault) but hmmm... lets think of an excuse for failing lit (we're getting marks back tmrw)... Oh yes, we knew our stuff, but didn't have a good foundation in lit... [keep scrolling]
... because of Ms. Bong.
Adios, amigos! I'm having an msn convo with salad and huiling. Huilings talking in chinese, and Salad's talking in Japanese. Me? I'm typing in stuff like 'chou san ba' because thats one of the few chinese words I know. Wonderful.
YShe laughed. And laughed. And laughed yet again.;;
Thursday, May 08, 2008
7:36 pm
I'msick.
I've got a39 C fever.
I had such a bad headache, I was crying in pain.
My doctor banned me from studying for yesterday and today.
Worrying about the mid years is NOT helping me recover.
I'm going to fail my mid-years. Yay. I love my life.
YShe laughed. And laughed. And laughed yet again.;;
