Flabajaba.

"Will things ever be the same again?


It's the final countdown.."


- Europe,'The Final Countdown'


♥ Me.

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...


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Saturday, July 26, 2008

8:36 pm

Founders Day 'O8!

It was really really fun.
I'm not going to upload the pictures here, since everythings on facebook. If you don't have a facebook account, get one, unless you're a penguin.
I thought of a wonderful tagline for the dinner:

'Everyone was dressed to kill, but nobody died.' [inject evil laughter in here]
I think the pictures say enough. It was a wonderful night.

Before we started eating when Lydia said grace, I already felt like crying. She prayed that the eleven of us at the table would remain friends even after we leave MGS, and that all eleven of us would attend Founder's Day dinner and sit at the same table, in 10 years time. But I didn't cry because then my make-up would get smeared.

Sorry, that last sentence kind of killed it, huh?

Anywaaay, Yanka Drunka got drunk there, which was totally funny.


Me: Hey, Yanka, looking fabulous!
Yanka: I know... b*tcheshhh..
Me: Er.. are you alright?
Yanka: Ferpectly.
Me: Er... are you... drunk?
Yanka: [bows] Ash alwaysh... (ambles off looking for Vodka)

Mrs. Tee: Wow, Shreyanka, looking nice!
Shreyanka: Give me full marks for AMaths, TEEcher. Haha. Teecher. Haha. Haha. Tee-
Mrs. Tee: [slaps her face and walks off]

ps: Shreyanka didn't get drunk.


Anyway, everyone was looking fabulous, and everyone had fun, and Deanna has 5 secret 'lovers' according to herself- all of them from 4E, and Lydia didn't come wearing a piano, and I didn't trip in my heels (which is an accomplishment).


That about it. Prelims are in a week, and I'm not panicky about it. And I have quite alot of work left so I don't know WHY I'm not panicking, then I'm starting to panic because I'm not panicking, and blah blah blah, blah blah blah. I've come to the conclusion that I'm an idiot.


James McAvoy did Arena Magazine!




He's one of my three favourite actors. The other two are Johnny Depp and Daniel Craig. Not that you needed to know that.

This post is really disjointed. I have NO TIME to post anymore, but I think a hiatus is too drastic.

So, I'll just be posting short posts. Or disjointed ones. Like this one.

Today was fun, we all spoke in rhyme,
and ended up having a great time!

It started with Shreyanka telling us,
about something Nic Chan said.
She said "You're not cool, you mule,"
and that phrase got stuck in our heads.

So we all decided to speak in rhyme,
Xing Yi tried to speak through mime.
Trying to do that consumed our day,
we didnt focus in class in any way.

I remember asking Hilary,
something that pissed her off.
I said "do you think Bio is too dry-o?"
That really made her scoff.

Lydia Xydia meanwhile was playing air piano.
cuz she has.. well, nothing better to do. (joking, lyddie!)
Yet she became one of the best in this rhyming game,
over which she made much ado.

Xing Yi, Cass and Lydia Yeo,
Me, Shreyanka and darling Prisci
Were some of the ones raring to go,
and make rhymes, about evil griscis.

In case you're wondering what a grisci is,
I'll have you know that one of our,
tactics were to make up words
when we could create rhymes no more.


We rhymed in school, and rhymed at play,
we rhymed the whole damn day away.
And yelled at those who scoffed at us,
those idiots kicking up a fuss.

But the best rhyme was during Geography,
made by our dear Hew Xing Yi.
Lydia Yeo said "This is so hard,"
Xing Yi said "Only if you hit your head."

There was total silence after that. Then after a while Nicole Heng I think, said "Erm... that doesn't rhyme..." And Xing Yi was like "Oh dear, I'm such a bad rhymer!" And she put her head down on the table and even started blushing!
It was quite funny seeing Hew Xing Yi blushing. She was one of the two people I thought I'd never see blushing. The other person is Yanka :)

Goodbye.... (runs away from Yanka)


YShe laughed. And laughed. And laughed yet again.;;

Sunday, July 06, 2008

12:18 pm

Hello. Lauren recently told me that I haven't updated my blog for "one month and one day." Well, sorry. I did update, about a week ago. It was a wonderful little poem about an imaginary person called Edna Mode. Unfortunately, something went wrong, and the tagboard for my other blog got posted here? Oh well.

Anyway, this imaginary person called Edna Mode has been very rude to me lately. For example, I keep on dreaming that,for some reason, she's teaching 4E english. I also dream that she is beeing horribly unfair to me. 99% of the people reading this know exactly who Edna Mode is, so I won't bother keeping up the pretence.

The Ode to Edna Mode

Who wears the same skirt everyday
and a snakeskin belt thats clearly faux?
Her hair like writhing snakes of grey,
the only thing she says is "no."

She thinks her waist is at her chest,
and wears her skirt accordingly.
I'm telling you, if she dropped dead,
the news would be received with glee.

She scurries quickly into class,
digging through the earth like a mole.
Nobody bothers to greet her cuz,
she looks like a dead and rotting troll.

And smells like one too, may I add,
even garlic doesn't smell as bad.
We tried perfume- it didn't work.
We learnt you can't sanitize dirt.

She drones on about verbs and speech.
What's wrong with her? She just can't teach.
Her and her stupid 'apology letters.'
I've seen roadkill that looks better.

"Girls!" she squeals, in anger while glaring,
but we don't care; We're just past caring.
"Silence! Or into the Bey-THAH system your names will go!"
4E just glares at its eternal foe.

15 years later, 4E's grown old.
They're rich and succesful, all have struck gold.
Denise and Ding have gone into business,
selling designer matresses. (Cuz they sleep alot.. you know?)

Hilary's director of "The Bimb" magazine,
Nicole Heng is Beck's wife- she's living her dream.
Cassandra's in politics, Supreme Ruler of Asia, (she paid me to write this)
Lauren's a world-class engineer.

Shreyanka is rich, selling designer wines,
Tricia's spokesmodel for a fashion line.
Lydia is a famous, reknowned composer
And Deanna is... a rock.

And while they were all happily living,
their wonderful and wealthy lives
the aforementioned troll was still teaching
in MGS; She was ninety-five.

Over the years she had not mellowed,
her students still looked upon her with dread.
Nothing had changed but her skirt which was now
pulled up so high, it engulfed her head.

She lived alone with her fourteen cats,
and two parrots who would not speak.
Once they angered her so much that she
took a bath for an entire week.

See, this old hag was prone to fits,
times when all sense would leave her.
once she hacked a table to bits
with a huge, meat-chopping cleaver.

She spent all day marking work,
which her students did haphazardly.
If she ever saw some trivial mistake,
she'd pounce upon it with glee.

Over time her neighbours got wary,
kids thought her evil cackles were scary.
You see, talking to cabbages everyday,
was just not normal, people would say.

And chopping carrots all day long?
While singing Barney's annoying theme song?
Threatening her parrots to 'talk or die'
and yelling at the pizza guy.

They called up Woodbridge, one rainy day,
and amidst the downpour's oppressive gloom,
Edna Mode was dragged away,
kicking and screaming towards her doom.

Mwahahaha.



Did you like it? It would be fun if we analysed this poem for lit. :D Hahaha.
I'm kinda sleepy now, *yawn*
Goodnight, merkel.

YShe laughed. And laughed. And laughed yet again.;;