Me: Well see, there's still the issue of your face
5th March 2005: OOF!
HAPPY 55th BIRTHDAY DAD!
Alright, now for the stuff that's gonna make the birthday man an unhappy man.
When I sat for my A Level examinations, Elton John was more prepared to turn heterosexual than I was prepared to sit for them (A Levels, not heterosexuality). When I received my A Levels though, I was prepared; I knew what was coming ahead: An opportunity, a door opening to a whole new exciting realm of wonder; a door closed by the confines of the Singaporean syllabus.
OK, grades like O, O and F don't exactly sound like grades you should sound all off-hand and casual about, but hey, it's O O F in Maths, Chemistry and Economics. See, these subjects aren't very important in the next phase of my life.
Hell, I'm never gonna use A Level Mathematics anytime soon. MacLaurin's Series? Fuck that. I'm not even going anywhere near the MacGuyver series and they want me to learn that retarded cousin in the Quadratic Equation family.
Chemistry won't be too hot, either. It was crazily fun mixing chemicals, seeing their colour change, seeing precipitates form. Those SJI days of trying to make the most vigorous effervescence ever formed this side of sanity; those days are over.
Economics will probably be related, but hey, Economics works best for me as one of them Bedtime-Reading subjects. Those that you learn more out of if you don't have to prove how much you know in it to a bunch of old loony people in England.
Screw them. Long live Mass Communications!
8th March 2005: The Sun Sets On My Tekong
Tomorrow, it all comes to an end...
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