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Thursday, January 8, 2009
XXY Chromosomes and Why Some People Seem Gay. 11:44 PM

9:14 am

It’s fourth period BM and gladly enough I’m not struggling to keep awake although once more again, T. BM is ranting on in Malay about God-knows-what and as per se, I’m not really make much attempt in understanding anything. The bloody fan is farting. It’s right overhead and is malfunctioning slightly and I shouldn’t wonder if it falls down and incapacitates us all.

 

 

9:17 am

I think she wants us to do a summary on Economic Housing Projects (I could be dead wrong though, still can’t make heads or tails of what she’s going on about). We had PE earlier and did a lot of, though it wasn’t as fun as last year’s. Mina and Aikks were my “PE buddies”, and basically, PE without ‘em isn’t PE at all. It’s just ‘sitting down under the 8 am sun alone, perspiring, while everyone around you follows suit’, which isn’t exactly my idea of physical.

 

 

9:25 am

Thank God someone’s got sense enough to turn off the fan. You know, it could still fall and decapitate us. Anyhow, T. BM’s going on about Asian folklore. Not the kind of storytelling I wanted (it would be sooo much better, were it in English). Boy, do I miss last year’s BM teacher. He may be a complete arse, but he’s tons of fun (tons: pun intended here, get it?).

 

 

9:30 am

..I wonder why everyone’s going on about college today. My dad was asking me about where I would like to go and during PE; the girls were talking about it as well. They’ve all set their eyes on UP, UST, etc. As for me, I seek my college education elsewhere. I’d love to go to Europe though. That would be. So. Fugging. Awesome.

 

 Teacher’s still in storytelling mode. Not in the least bit entertaining to me. BM ends in 2 minutes. Commerce is up next. I’m betting it’s free period, haven’t seen the Commerce teacher yet.

 

 

9:36 am

Aikks is in my Commerce class, victory! I didn’t even know. Actually I did, but I’ve forgotten (diagnosed with temporary amnesia). I’m so right. It’s free period. Whooots.

 

 

 

And about at this point, I stopped writing and retreated to the book I’m currently reading: Lost For Words by um, Lorelei Matthews. I’m not sure, another one of my things has suddenly decided to get lost in the clutter & mess that is called my room.

 

Aha! I’ve found it, as is their uncanny ability to disappear, they turn up quite quickly if not never. It’s Lost For Words, an LBD novel by Lorelei Mathias. Awesome book so far. ANYWAY, I casually leaned onto the wall on my left and became engrossed in the book (this is pretty much the image that’s been burned into everyone’s memory of me, yep, that girl with the book, if not that girl with the loud voice & an attitude to go with) and didn’t bother continuing the Periods Before Break But After PE, Leaving Sweat, Muck And Deodorant In Between saga.

 

Biology today was as interesting as ever, we were told about why some guys seem a bit too feminine and why some girls are bit too boyish. It’s the abundance of sex chromosomes really. Interesting stuff (“Now you know shouldn’t go around teasing all those boys who are girly” says T. Bio) really. They aren’t really girly at all, it’s just in the genes. Poor chaps.

 

So the school made chose me and a few other smart arse kids for PRYNSA. Shocking I know. And guess what, I’m Vice Captain as well, to Eddie’s Captain figure. Four days and already the sake of the school’s name is my hands... not. We’re gonna have to win this one, I swear, we’re gonna have to win the PRYNSA thingy this year. Although, frankly, I have no idea what it’s about.

 

 

 

 

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