The Story Of Us

Sometimes living so close to school rocks hard. ~YEA~
Our class probably just keeps breaking new ground. The other Friday we made Mr. Loo drift to the here fore unknown zone of taking the math lesson to its full course.
(and the other-other Friday we made him drift to somewhere near anger. Hurm)
And then we’re…back to the average business. Like, three examples in one lesson which leads to the lesson ending 45 minutes early. Hurm.
Somewhere in the interestingly extended break Jit was attempting to study for biology for the first time since he heard of the quiz.
Me: Didn’t you say you were going to study last night?
Jit: *looks at me*
Me: Oh…right.
You pretty much know what to expect from him in that domain.
On the other hand, discussing the ridiculous results of our year is pretty…fun, to say the least.
Jit: How much you got for PSLE Lim Jeck?
LJ:…263?
Jit: Shit I only got 260 eurgh time to poke you!
Me: DH got, like 272 man!
LJ: Argh! No! *goes to poke him*
DH: Yu Han got…282 man!
LJ: WTH
Me: not too much man, only 19 marks more than you
LJ: DOOD
Jit: Whaddya expect from a guy who LOST TO KENDRICK
Joshua Chew: LOL in the future Lim Jeck will put IMO 2nd place, SMO 1st place, but Kendrick will just put BEAT LIM JECK BEFORE
Why Simin came to NUS High:
Simin: Cos…school is nearer!
Chew: No man, you came to DSA camp and saw Gabriel—OH! THAT Guy!
Wowee.
Air-conditioning at long last.
I was stewing in the weather.
And then during the screwed up quiz only TWO AIR-CONDITIONERS WERE ON. GOOD LORD
Maybe I should move in with Jit. I wonder how a polar bear’s natural environment feels like. Hmm.
So today we were doing stem cells. Them being important isn’t too important actually, unless you count the fact that most stem cells are drawn in a cartoonish manner, and have a permanently raised-eyebrow expression that seems to suggest it’s a stuck-up little prick that can do anything.
Or maybe that’s just me.
I wonder if you can get severe irradiation from a laser pointer.
In that case I’m glad I’m not the one being pointed at.
Embryonic stem cells are obtained from…well, duh, embryos. Which are…
Dr. Low: YOUNG AND INNOCENT! *swings arms back and forth*
One might pause to think about whether stem cells can be implanted straight to the skin. Then maybe one day you can find little hands growing out of your arms :D
That’s definitely just me.
Surprisingly the relief Chinese teacher goes slower than WJ. Then again, Chinese teachers never cease to amaze me.
I can’t recall much of chemistry. Maybe it has something to do with the twenty people to the left of me during the lesson. One is understandably a little squashed under those circumstances.
It’s funny how after you survive “Guts”, retelling the story to other people again and again is especially amusing. If only I could remember all the descriptives.
But I suppose it could only be called and appetizer, especially then Claire and Cyrus were getting ready to read 120 Days of Sodom later on.
Nicholas Ho’s performance was, well, pure technical brilliance. Perhaps he was pissed off that the piano was too narrow for him to display more skill.
(But, couldn’t you just play the piece at the speed they were meant to be?)
Watching him play the violin was amusing, though. *smiles*
Hearing his encore pieces, especially the single-hand effort, was amazing. XD