I get more horrible by the day. Go me.

Our class had major renovation today. And I'm blogging during math period. ><

Anyway, (Is it anyway or anyways? I always use anyway, but fanfictions use anyways. But that's so random.) I'm now sitting next to Chloe. (:

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Bo-red, lol.

Shit, I forgot what I wanted to post about... -_-

Sighs... Bio was horrible. Sadistic Mrs Lee showed us this film about abortion, and Gabby, who sat next to me, positively wept at seeing the pitiful sight of the poor widdle mutililated babies all discoloured and in pieces in plastic tubs. The commentary was horrible too: As you can see, the baby's mouth is open in a silent scream, and it's heartbeats and movements are wild, as if trying to escape the danger it is about to face. The forceps are reaching for the baby, and it will shatter the head and pull it out of the mother's womb. What is left are bone fragments, a reminder that moments before, a live human was here.

Wow. Cheerful stuff.

Saturday's short post:

I just discovered that some people really plan ahead for their future. I was on the bus today, and *ahem* accidentally overheard this Sec 2 girl (NOT MG, thank goodness) behind me bemoan to her friend about her choice of boyfriends. Yes, boyfriends. She was all, "Oh noo, what should I do? There's this guy in Sec 1 that's quite handsome, and he's in Rugby leh! Rugby! Can protect me! But Sec 1 leh... A bit young, isn't it? Then there's another guy my age that's really nice, but he's in Scouts! That's so girly! And he's also quite tall, then will look funny if I go out with him, right? Clar, what should I do? Aiyah, cannot follow my heart lah, which one should I go out with? Tell me leh! Aiyoh, so confused!"

MAJOR DIAO.

I'm pissed again. This is such a common occurance that everybody dismisses it to PMS (Strange, huh, that I can have it every day.). Well, that's their excuse for me. My excuse: No one can get pissed by themselves; not even cranky raccoons.

This is just one of the many events concerning YYX that happened today. Of course, it must be said that I am not generally too fond of YYX, and she happens to have the mindset that if she needs something, I must give it to her.

Veggie just jumped to YYX's defense... again. And I got a long lecture too. What did I do? I just told YYX (rather sensibly, I might add) that she couldn't read our PW conclusion for us because - 1. She is not in our class, 2. She is not in our group, 3. It doesn't even concern her. And I told her that as politely as I could. Next thing I know... "RACCOON LAH! YOU DIDN'T EVEN LET HER FINISH HER SENTENCE! STOP BEING SO JEALOUS CAN OR NOT?

"Really? Why would I be jealous? YYX has nothing that interests me. And I may not have waited for YYX to finish, but I assumed that the pause at the end of her sentence was a full-stop. I had heard enough to know the general content and purpose, anyway.

I sound bloody emo and a stick-in-the-ass. But after the numerous teasings I endured today, I do think that I would be entitled to some snappishness. Forgive me for not being a saint.

I tore out a strip of white blanket, and Veggie, Clarin and I took turns bandaging our hands and scaring the class. (Or not.) Veggie, in particular, went around saying: THIS RACCOON LAH, SNEEZE SO POWERFUL IT BROKE THE BONES IN MY HAND! -.-

Which reminds me of another thing. The sexually-frustrated (*coughcough*), mentally-deficient, really Desperate Veggie has taken to spreading horribly UNTRUE rumours of a bloody 'love-affair' between me and a --get this straight-- really-ugly-rumoured-to-be-gay-is-probably-married-with-a-child-pervertic PE teacher.

AND YOU KNOW HOW IT ORIGINATED?!

One boring day (You know, the average boring Founder's Day Rehearsal day), Veggie was bored (Not a good thing). Then, OUT OF THE BLUE with no reason at all, she turned around in her seat and went: Raccoon is in love with Mr [censored].

WHAT THE TOOT?!

As you know, the bloody rumour spread faster than air molecules can go. And my life plunged into hell.

Asshole. I could sue her for that. And book her enough times to land her in detention until all the toilets in the school are squeaky clean. Come to think of it, that might just be the only time she did a useful thing (Not the rumour, the toilet). Now, why didn't I? Oh let me guess, the prefect was too busy laughing to do anything else?

HRUMPH.

The completely random and useless post:

I just ate through an entire bar of Hershey's Special Dark. MMMM! I don't care what the world says; dark chocolate is still the best. Hershey's ROCK!

Clarin's sister has this notebook with a cat with a diao face on it, and the words: 'You look as brilliant as morning sunshine!' on it. Apparently, it looks cute, but when I first heard of it, I burst out laughing.

Does anyone know how to attach music to this thing? I just saw a blog with music, and it was REALLY COOL.

Heck, does anyone even know how to get a better temperary blogskin until the new one is completed? (Which may take forever?) Yeah, yeah, I know www.blogskins.com, but I have no idea what to do when I get there. Go on, now laugh. I'm hopeless at computers, and proud of it.

Sabre's blog is so nice! *squeal* -gets all envious- *is too tiring* -gives it up-

Oh great. Now I'm monologing.

"I can't sing to save my life, but I can sing to take it." --Raccoon

I got paint all over my hand while opening a tin of it! *WAIL* And it was the oil-based kind that only can be removed by using turpentine too!!

So if I die, you know the reason. I think I POISONED myself...

While I painted (the canteen), there was this other group across the building onstage wailing horribly loudly into the mike about some song called 'save me'. *shudders* And who to save us, then?

Seriously, people who can't sing shouldn't sing.

My second-cousins came over today! ^^ I grilled them about life in the UK, and learnt that (surprise, surprise!) they don't learn Chinese there. -.- Instead, they have gym 3 times a week.

Whatever. I'd take the Chinese any day.

I got B3 for Physics!!! -sniff- So disappointing...

Kim taught me how to play Chinese chess yesterday. I then proceeded to trash her for the first round, before she trashed me in the second. Stupidstupidstupid!!!

And you know what was even worse? I taught my sister how to play the game, and she very nearly beat me! ><

LALALA today is boring I shall rant. And Jan didn't get full marks for bio after all. -_-

Tied for top in bio~! Physics next... *nervous anticipation*

Term 3 Math results out! I failed... -_-

Oh, and Pumbaa gave me the songs I was trying to find for so long! THANK YOU PUMBAA!! <333

My life has been royally boring. Nothing much to say. Clarin let me try some of her mum's home-cooked 'Abacus' today, which, in my opinon, looks like some mutated red-blood cells (but tastes unbelievably good. MMMM!!). Veggie refused to touch the stuff. ^^ Chloe, as usual, ate nothing.

Veggie and I devised a handy little system for home-econs, which involves studying a module each. Then, during the test, all the information I painstakingly committed to memory DISAPPEARED. =.= It literally flew out of the window on silver wings! One moment, I was all 'Ho-hum, this is easy; I can do this', and the next, 'SHIT WHAT WAS THE 'EFFING THING AGAIN?! I KNOW THE FRICKIN' ANSWER I KNOW IT!!!' BAH. Then Veggie was so slow to regurtitate her portion that I went ahead and wrote crap anyway, before realising after handing the paper up that she did, in fact, know what she was doing. DOUBLE BAH! I'm soo gonna fail.

Wow, that was a long rant. Haha. Ok then, I shall not bore you with the details of History. (Whichactuallyinvolvesmerunningupanddownikealunaticmadlyborrowinghistorytextbooks becauseofasuddenUNEXPLAINEDUNEXPECTEDopenbookhistorytestwhatthehell-.-)

OH AND DO YOU KNOW BANANA THINKS SNAPE IS SEXY?!
-COUGHCHOKE- (Banana, please go after Pumbaa. It's her idea, honest!)

Wow, that's a lot of italics used. And I just discovered one can change font sizes. Haha. (Eeew, what's with the fake laughter?!)

Ok, better go now before somebody decides to send me to Woodbridge. Ciao!