Photos!

I am so going to flunk my bio test. I just know it. I studied for stuff like secretory vesicles and energy release from mitochondria and everything that came out were on the nucleus and differences between a plant cell and that of some other random micro-organism that has flagelli. And totally missed out red blood cells and their circular biconcave shape with a high surface area to volume ratio. (At least I attempted to say it was concave to have a higher surface area, which is so stupid I know.) So I was walking outside school and passed by the two teachers of my worst-scoring-subjects-that-i'm-supposed-to-score-in who could only manage sad, weak smiles to acknowledge my humiliatition and sheepishness.

Oral presentation today was frustratingly so-so. Only an A2 though; I was SO sad about it during recess since it was so painfully ordinary and mediocre but then I realized that life isn't about chasing A1s and the only shallow one was me. Besides, it was my fault that I panicked during the question-answer session and switched to debate mode, where my teacher, perhaps out of contempt/desperation, questioned my thesis, or lack thereof, forcing me to spit out things like Individuality for the sake of Individualism and whether Alternative Music also meant sad, depressing music, whether the message conveyed about social issues were suitable for younger children, or that commercialisation caused alternative bands to develop an ethos of DIY in order to prove musical authenticity. Which was rubbishy and made the audience increasingly restless.

I'm not looking forward to running through the humidity tomorrow, nor will I be eagerly anticipating the dreaded biology test results. I'll be overjoyed to just obtain 5 marks. And yet I admired the Malaysian students who could take 21 subjects for their O levels. I also dreamt that Xinmin was old and designed much like the backstage of an old theatre like Kallang, and the former principals were all walking through the corridoors and the debaters were hiding from them, and our teacher made us sit on the sofas outside the door of the plush conference room with an old iBook inside to debate. It was weird.

Oh yes. I'm blogging now because Andrea's demanding photos.




Yes that's not a cut-out of Eunice Olsen we're standing next to! My sister was marvelling at the slenderness of her calves.




Pictures of The Mr. Bean Movie Outing:

In which I enjoyed the poking fun at of typical art house films at the Cannes film festivals. I quite like the Mr. Bean concept of getting into trouble, and then resolving it by coming up with something else more original, a la the first Mr. Bean movie. This time he travels around France to the French Riviera and makes French friends with exotic accents. Oh yes, the videos that he took with his videocam was so raw yet sincere in its dishing out of emotions.






And 2 more photos of Andrea's birthday cake:




I had to distract Andrea by apologizing and lying about feeling bad about not getting him a cake when he spotted Angeline and Mingting running hurriedly in the distance carrying his cake. So we gave the excuse that it was for another girl whose birthday was the day before. OK I thought he would fall for it but he didn't -.- must have been the fish soup.
Anyway, we were annoyed enough about the nonchalency about 'oh you got me cake? so many people got me a cake today too like etc. etc.' (or something to that effect) but really I wouldn't know how to respond in that situation too. (Actually when SL presented me with a cake on my birthday at cafe cartel I had to act dumb. Like, 'oh ya, it's my birthday, haha')

And since this was such an inevitably Andrea-centric post, I shall have to neutralize it with other random images.



Domokun's dream after overdosing on panadol.