Biozone workbook

I suddenly love my biozone workbook. It has a nice frog with red eyes on the cover. And it makes me feel so pro haha.

'SENIOR BIOLOGY' LEH.

And since it has a lot of pictures and diagrams, it naturally appeals to passage-hating me. And its nice and green. And its 100x times better than the stupid textbook which we bought in sec 1. A total waste of money. The stupid textbook has a orang utan on the cover. At least i think it was an orang utan. It might be a chimpanzee. Well, who cares. Whatever it is, it certainly isn't as nice as the colourful green frog.
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On a random side note, I think sg's education system is slightly overrated.

Foreign scholars fly all the way from their warm and toasty homes only to find a concrete jungle in the middle of a prime residential area filled with file-toting, blue tuckered muggers, 3/4 of which wear spectacles, and have unconventional blogging habbits. You walk on the road and find ang-mohs taking a lazy stroll with their dogs, smiling randomly at traffic light junctions. Not at you, at their dog. Can you believe it? They have time. TIME. for everything. The irony.

Ahem.

This file-toting muggers love to compare each others GPAs, CIP hours and goodness knows what. There is no one and nothing you can really trust. You suddenly find that you are up against a malfunctioning air-conditioner in the heat of the day, overly environmentally-counscious physics classes, and teachers with bare heads so buffed and shiny you can actually see your face in it.

Everyone loves Wednesday, they love their precious Fried Food Day. You see long lines of snakes queuing for the 'oh-so-scrumptious' hashbrowns and nuggets. And strangely, instead of gobbling it up on-site, they furtively stuff it into their pockets, albeit professionally, expertly.

They reach for their socks at the sight of ugly green striped ties, and then stealthily head up the stairs, to the classroom, to their seats. They borrow a finished FA, whip out a pen and start copying. And out comes the hashbrown. A quick look to the right and left. No green ties? Green light.

Oily plastic bags left in the bin. Teacher comes in with a wrinkled nose. Everyone looks as innocent as can be. 33 angels, all staring into space. Someone turns an eye to the dustbin.

Full of discriminating evidence. You smile sweetly at the teacher.

Really 'sweetly'.

Guilty sweetness, on your tongue.

Welcome to school life.

Cheers.