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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Friday, August 29, 2008

10:31 pm

Bye Bye April Chye

April's gone to London.

Apey, I'll miss you. :)

I'll miss you rolling your eyes at me whenever I say something stupid (which is rather frequently).
And yelling at me to stop it when I kept scaring Nat (I did stop).
The 'Shut up Rivali!!!'s when I kept going on about Bobo. I bet he'll miss you too, eh?
I remember you sitting there and glaring at people while Evan 'attacked' your hair. (aka combed it)
And doing so well in Lit even though someone told me you hate F451?
I won't have to worry about singing in the shower and getting mocked about it. ("Rivali, were you singing Boulevard of Broken Dreams last night?")
I can spray water at your sister all I want now :) Kidding.

Sorry I couldn't see you off at the airport.

Anyway, hope you have a great time in England. Don't forget 4E!
Get a British accent, have tea and scones every afternoon, wear a flouncy hat and sing 'God Save The Queen' with a perfectly straight face.

All the best,
Rivali

ps: Now that you're in England, I'm moving next to Nat in class.

p/ps: I coloured the words green because Chye Sim is green.


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

Monday, August 25, 2008

3:49 pm


Olympics Over :(





Not that I watched much of it. I didn't watch a single race of Michael Phelps (lovingly called 'Phelpsie' by the gay blogging community), didn't see Usain Bolt or anything else of significance. Stupid prelims.


Anyhoo, prelims have been -___- so far. Not that I expected it to be wonderful. The physics paper was HARD. Mr. Liu obviously set it. Geography was really bad, as it always is. I have to improve my essay writing skills. Oh, and today was social studies. I made the mistake of doing SEQ first- since I'm stronger at SBQ I should have done that first, right? I was halfway through the last part of the SBQ when they told us to stop writing. So I just scribbled down the provenance of the source. Then, Su-lyn reminded me that I *could* have just done critical analysis of the provenance. Attribute it to my wonderful decision-making skills during exams. But nothing beats Geog.. I chose the wrong QUESTION.

Ding is funny-
Ding: You know nothing I studied came out for the SEQ, right? So when I saw the questions, I just stared at the paper... I couldn't believe my eyes!

Same thing happened to me for midyears too. I started giggling to myself in the middle of the exam, seemed to think it was funny that I was going to fail. But in the end I got an A1 for SS, then failed Geog elective so...


Lit on Wednesday.

Fear? Despair? Hope?
No. NO HOPE.

I can just imagine the scene on Wednesday.

Mr Liu: Alright, you may now start writing..
4E: (dies)
Mrs. Thomsett: Hey, stop! My class just died!
Yanka: (wakes up) Bury me with some bottles o'vodka, b*tches! (drops dead)

Quotes from the exam:

Me: Cass! How was the chem paper?
Cassandra: (in a pompous British accent) I don't see why you're even bothering to ask me, Rivali de-ah. Isn't obvious that I've gotten a nine-tay percent or above? It's only foooools like you who actoo-ally have to worry about things like these.. Go back to the little hut you live in.. Go on... Shoo...
Me: (bursts into tears)


Nicole Heng: And then, I couldn't remember how to answer the question. So I stopped, took a deep breath and asked myself, Nicole, what would Beckham do? And I saw the light... (pauses and looks at the ceiling in wonder)

Me: Hey Cheryl, how was the-
Cheryl Seah: DON'T TALK TO ME ABOUT THE PAPER! I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT THE PAPER!!! AHHHHH!!
(this quote is actually true by the way)

Oh, I was talking to Lydia...
And a story formed in my mind.

The hall was totally silent. Nobody was forcing air over their vocal chords to generate sound talking.Minutes before the start of the Biology exam, the entire Secondary 4 cohort taking Biology was seated in rows, muscles taut with tension. The biology exam was the last great obstacle to overcome, before the prelims finished and and the girls could taste sweet freedom again.
Cassandra was not talking about how Bio was 'rubbish' compared to Chemistry, Rivali had actually not brought guns to the exam hall, Meera was looking straight ahead (and not looking around for signs of darling 'Melvy'), Cheryl Seah was not singing, Shreyanka was sober, Samantha was silent, Ding was awake, it was as if some great change had taken place among the girls.

Ms. Lau, however, was rather worried. 4E was not panicking at all. Wow, they must be really prepared, she thought. Normally, the entire class would be shrieking and running around, while Lydia sat in her place calmly and laughed at them all. She began smiling at each of them, one by one, to reassure them. (She really did this for paper 1)
"Walau, you stop smiling at us lah!" Joycelyn yelled. Ms. Lau stopped smiling. Fine, I shall go smile at 4G. Rot in hell, 4E, she thought gleefully.
Mr. Liu picked up the mike. Everyone watched with bated breath as his mouth formed the words "You may start now." The entire cohort took a deep breath and began writing. Adrenaline coursed through their veins arterioles as they began answering the questions one by one.
Even the girls in 4E were actually doing the paper. Ms. Lau remembered the disastrous mid years, when some people had simply given up and gone to sleep. Others like Xianwen had looked as if they couldn't read English. Samantha and Joycelyn had started punching each other and throwing tables around. Shreyanka had just walked off and gone home. Giselle Tham, Nicole and Prisci has begun playing Boggle (or 'Boogle' if you're Nicole Chan).

Thankfully, this time, they were all writing. Oh joy, the class has improved! Tears of joy flooded Ms. Lau's eyes, as they were secreted by her lacrymal glands.
Suddenly, her eyes fell on Lydia. Lydia was smiling and looking around happily, exuding a sense of calm which was rather disconcerting for the poor bio teacher. Her grin widened, reminding Ms. Lau, oddly, of the Big Bad Wolf in Little Red Riding Hood. No prizes for guessing who the wolf was.
A conversation she had overheard the previous week came into mind...

"Hey Lydia," chirped Rivali. "Have you studied for Bio yet?"
"No, I seriously haven't!" said Lydia. "Seriously!"
Ms. Lau wondered what there was to be so serious about.
"Well, YOU have nothing to worry about," said Rivali, "I bet you have a whole Biology Encyclopaedia in your head already, right?"
"Er, no..."
"Erm.. lemme guess, you don't need to study since you're the Bio Queen?"
"Er.. I am the Bio Queen, but I do need to study.."
"Wait, I know! You know everything already, so all you need to do is look at the Bio paper, and green sparks will come shooting out of your eyes and zap the answers onto the paper?"
"What?! You fool!" said Lydia in mock outrage. She punched Rivali playfully, but the punch seemed a little too violent. "Ofcourse I would never do something like that!" Despite what she said,Lydia looked around furtively to make sure no one else had heard their conversation.

Curious, thought Ms. Lau. Curiouser and curiouser. That's what Alice in Wonderland-that wonderful person- once said. She observed Lydia as the crazy pianist looked around the hall to make sure no one was watching. Lydia stopped smiling. With a look of intense concentration, she put her fingers to her temples. Inhaling deeply, she muttered some words to herself. Seconds later, green sparks shot out of her eyes, getting translated into words that inscribed themselves onto the paper in Lydia's trademark handwriting.
"Oh no! Lydia is a demon!" said Ms. Lau, horrified, before sinking to the ground in a dead faint.

"I told you I was correct!" yelled Rivali, jumping into the air with sheer exuberation. "I told you she was a de-" But Rivali was cut short in mid-sentence, as Lydia looked up momentarily, directed another stream of sparks towards her and laughed as Rivali was incinerated into oblivion.
Put her hands to her temples again, Lydia vanished, with a flurry of green sparks and a final cry of 'Liszt!'
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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Thanks for the idea, Cass. Now no one can sue me.

Yes, I'm bored. This is a form of stress relief okay. And I'm not neglecting my studies by writing this so stop being concerned/gloating depending on the type of person you are.

Yes, I'm writing this out over a period of a few days.

Literature exam today. We were all scared shitless. Before the exam, Yanka suggested that the fifteen of us could 'hold hands and jump off the balcony together.' I'm sure many of us wouldn't have minded. But since we all love life(despite thinking that suicide is acceptable, right Lit girls?) we persevered dragged ourselves down to the exam hall. The first paper was alright. I thought that I could get away with doing the passage-based for Fahrenheit 451, but it turns out that one of the essay questions was a bit more straightforward, so I ended up doing that.
Unseen was bad. I can just imagine the comments...

"Choppy Analysis."
"Slavish and irrelevant copying of material."
"No!"
"NO RELATION TO QUESTION."
"Why...Why.... Why.... Why... Why...."
or
"So?...So?...So?...So?..."
"DROP LIT. WHAT ARE YOU STILL DOING IN THIS EXAM HALL?"

Deanna and I were talking, when Thomsett marks our papers, mine are filled with arrows, followed by "Why?" Deanna goes through the same thing, except hers is "So?"
How sad.

Anyway, I actually had annotated the poem they gave us before! But I was scared that my analysis was off, and once I saw taht there were THREE questions, I just did prose as usual.

Whose Life Is It Anyway was.... I don't know. Atleast there were no questions like "Is the medical profession being threatened by the intervention of the law? Explain with close reference to the novel." or something. But that doesn't mean I answered any better. But I felt that going thru all those essays in class helped? I don't know, I t
hink that for the first time I actually went in for a Lit exam knowing that if I did badly, it would be my fault- not the teacher's fault or me being sick or whatever. Hmmm.. I think I preferred it when I had a scapegoat to vent out all my frustrations on.

Anyway,
Goodbye.
Biology awaits. :)

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

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

3:45 pm

The bad side of the Olympics?




I got this off a website, and the heading for the post was 'NIGHTMARE WEAVER- Proud to be American.'

" There are so many things wrong with this clip of Matt Lauer and Al Roker's rhythmic gymnastics routine from The Today Show that we don't even know where to begin. The two pranced around in spandex to "Dream Weaver," and the only entertaining part occurred when the other countries' competitors watched from the stands in horror. Go team!"

LOL!

In better news, Michael Phelps did Sports Illustrated Magazine.





It was based on Mark Spitz's iconic picture, taken when he won 7 olympic medals in1972, I think.



Mark Spitz looks better. Haha. Every blog I read says its because of his porn'stache. I don't see why its called porn'stache. My daddy has one. They should just call it a MOUStache.



The rest of Phelp's Sports Illustrated Covers... I like the first and fourth ones better, personally...

To all the Sec Fours: Got your daily fix of topless men? Back to your prelims!
Oh, favourite quote of the week...


Me: And I didn't remember to do question 9b for the AMaths paper until there was ten minutes left, and I couldn't finish it!!!
Lydia: The whole GRAPH QUESTION?? (look of horror on her face)
Me: Don't make me feel bad..

Lydia: (changes tone immediately) Oh, the whole graph question. (waves her hands dismissively)


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

Monday, August 04, 2008

12:51 am


I was taking a break after finishing Integration (seriously, can someone just integrate me out of this life? I'm falling sick again a week before the prelims... pretty bad case of "Test Anxiety" huh). Anyway, I was just surfing, and ended up looking through the founders days pics on Mr.Ong's blog. Meera, alot of your favourite seniors are there.. Haha.

Anyway, one particular picture, erm, er- caught my eye.





And, Ladies and Gentlemen, this one picture, I feel, captures the very essence of our much beloved Amanda Soo.

I was sitting on her right and dozing off too, so lucky the camera didn't capture that.

Back to integration!

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