What i have above me.

This is the poster hanging above my table in my room. Lonely and dark. I like it.

Biology

Biology
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Goldon stared at me like i had gone crazy.

"Me?" he asked, horrified. "No thanks."

"Oh yes, you." I said, brandishing my toothpick like a sword. "We need your cells."

Gary was struggling with the damned microscope. "How you work the lenses?" He says in a very chinese accent.

Gary 2 was sketching out another cell. "Betul, kan?" He admonishes.

A few minutes later, after the teacher's explanation and Goldon's mysterious dissapearance to another lab table, we manage to force Gary to scrape off some cells. "How long?" He asks. I said i didn't know.

I turn to chat with Paul from the another table, and meet Randy (no, not the sexual kind) scrubbing the side of his cheek madly with a poor toothpick.

"Dah ke?" Randy says. it seems that everyone wants to know how long and how much to scrape. I said i didn't know.

Then, after our group breaks our slide, the teacher checks out the microscopes in turn to point out which are cells and which are (in Paul's case) pieces of toothpick.

"Amazing! This guy must have done real work with his toothpick. And look at this!! Six cells all with their own beautiful nucleus!! And here! Another film of healthy cells, all concentrated together! Beautiful, i tell you!"

Randy strolls over. "Sihat ke?" He asks , as if the cells were his babies.

Biology is so gross.