Read My Lips: No More Chemistry

One Score and five months ago, there abouts, we decided on a combination that would seal our fates for the next 2 years of our lives. and then it lingers on for a little while, through the scholarship interviews and the university interviews. and then its impact more or less completely fades away.

One Score and five months ago, was a don tan, in a classroom on the 7th floor of raja block. it was a much younger don, a much happier, a more confident, a more personable, don. and there he was after the lessons had ended, filling in his subject combination. Math and Economics went down first. cock sure, he was, about doing them. and then under the influence of his most honorable and talented friends, ticks appeared beside H2 Physics and H2 Chemistry.

that was a masochistic decision. as i inked the ticks i knew i was giving my life up to torture. chemistry was a bane to me, even when ocj was a good chem teacher. yea, we had teachers then. but i was from 4p, and at that point in time i felt almost indomitable. life was pleasurable, even if chem was wasnot. my results werent spectacular, but hey, with a 4.0 in chem, i thought, how bad could i be?

i was real bad at chem. for 2 years, i toiled at chem, got whipped by it, got spat on by it. chemistry rammed me through the door; chemistry bashed me through the floor. my experience with chemistry was like rubbing myself with sandpaper all over, and then dousing salt all over. only worse. when the exams came, it was like stuffing a satay stick up my dick and twisting it round and round until the canal bled like it was menstruating.

getting a B, after a B, after a B, after a B, and also getting a C was like getting dunked in a pool of shit and then having your head forced under, so you are asphyxiating in the pool of shit. of course, there are others like you in that foul mess, but then there are others who soar above and laugh at you and spit on you. some whip out their manhoods and piss all over you.

that was how the 2 years have passed. 2 years of life i would have rather not led. to complicate matters, prcs are drawn to pcme like pigs drawn to swill. so i was stuck in a class full of prcs. of course there are nice prcs. but as we all know, they are few and far between. (at this point i would like to point to a review in the Straits Times, within which some comment invariably links china with fakery and fakery with china. for a country with such a conservative and relatively mild or isit gutless media, i am quite surprised.)

so i was in a cesspool getting pissed on and then i hear pots and pans falling around me all day. "ching chong ching chong" was really an anthem for a doomed don.

anyway let's not digress. some say a levels is free frag. as they always say, "there's always the bell curve." well it wasnt free frag for me. i got raped by p3, p2, p1. real hard. p3 was tough. i made so damned many careless mistakes. p2 was foamy cos i thought RT= room temp.and then today, i got 5 wrong.

which is shit. i am not going to assume false modesty. i want to get an a for chem. i dont want to lead a life full of fun and danger. i want to lead a good life. and a nice cert is a ticket to the life worth living.

but chem was pure rape. i am seriously hoping that the rest get fked more than i got fked. yea, this is asinine, but this is be the best that i can muster from a person who is mostly already dead.

baahhh..

anyways, on the bright side, chemistry has become a figment of my past, has stopped being part of my present, and will not be part of my future. except for a stretch in mar next year.

and no, please, i dont want to end up in 09/10s06t.