KICK! HIT! GOAL!!!.

I look back in time, this year has passed pretty quickly, in a blink of an eye,i can soon watch M18 movies. But that is not the point, for now, i suppose.

When i think of Chemistry, Mdm Goh comes into mind, and as i backtrack a little, i remember my first encounter with her was not doing my practical well enough, i had to redo, but, i did not hand up in time. And and and, she lectured me, she interrogated me, like a police officer talking to a prisoner, a rebellious one,

she told me, why am i in a junior college, if u cant take it, GO to a polytechnic, the doors are still open for u. HUH HUH HUH? answer me?
I never did.
First impressions are important, and i failed in that aspect of maintaining a GOOD one.
I remembered this incident very vividly, it is a step gone wrong, and it is a lesson learnt, i went back to my bench and put my hand across my forehead and leaned on it. I shook my head, my pride obviously broken and hurt, and maybe to the extent of being shattered.
I worked quite hard to be in pjc under the influence of my family and to a greater extent, my friends.
CHOICES are important, and that was the time to make our first important step to choosing.
CHOOSE, a polytechnic? or a JC.
Even till the point of promoting, I believed that this choice, is WRONG. I have been tossed around, in vacuum, with no direction and even to the point of breaking down.
PRIDE.
is a big word in ME

I wanted to show that i will prove her wrong in chemistry. I never did, i remanined at the border line, be it failure or a pass, there is indeed a thin line.
Results fluctuate. around the passing mark.
I never made it to the top. NEVER.

I am a loser. Up to this point, i insist i am one.

For a start, an essay about my life. I think it is greatly written
>.O

.][-Splattered my blood on
10:13 PM