not exactly the paragons of goodness.

I was hopeless at math back in school, kinda on a semi-retard level. Tuitions and ten-years series could hardly save my sorry arse. There was no affinity between me and numbers, which perhaps explained my total lack of conscious effort to save up cash. I hated graphs and all that nonsense. When I started learning algebra I was perplexed at why they wanted me to hate alphabets as well. Everyone around me were good at it so I thought I was really stupid. It all seemed so easy. People were scoring full marks which I still can never comprehend even till today. My sisters weren't helping either, scoring As and shit, and that further pushed me deeper into the darkest realms of the angsty, misunderstood world of Middle Children. Math made me miserable. (wooahhoho. combo alliteration hit. I really hated math, man.) Boy, was I elated Math became history after I graduated from secondary school and entered junior college.

Until I met Economics.

Which was something I simply tried to love but can't. I didn't care about inflation rates or perfect competition or free market or whatevers. I prefered Cleopatra, my paint brush, the discussion of pop culture in today's society, epok epok from the Malay stall and gossips about the latest couples. My Economics teacher, christened me Sotong, advised me to drop the subject and take up History - 5 months before the Alevels. I never passed my papers. So it was truly a miracle when I did pass the eventual paper, the only time as well. The point is, I hated Economics and Math. They are like what Mother Tongue is to some potato people.
So leaving school and entering the miltary shitehole, I thought never again will I face unrequited love from these evil things again.

Until I met Silent Precision Drills.