Acidic: part 1
Friday, March 17, 2006
Acidic
Acidic~ Having the ability to dissociate in water to form H+ ions (I think)
[Shayne]
29th February 2004
I've got to see that counselor again. Such a shame that she did not join an acting company. I thought my mum was brilliant enough with acting, but this counselor is unbeatable. Seriously. Look at the way she plasters on that smile whenever she sees my mum and I. Just listen to that "Shayne, thanks for sharing" every time I leave the counseling room, even when I am damn sure that I said no more than ten words. There is also "Oh I understand" whenever I respond to her bombardment of questions such as "How's school?" and "How are things at your side?" with "sucks". Like she really cares. I recently figured that the trick to saving saliva is to wait for her long list of questions, then simply answer with one word: sucks. It satisfies her, someway.
Such a waste of time, these counseling sessions are. The only thing these sessions ever did for me was to get me excused from those "co-curricula activities" and "class bonding sessions" that some peeps make us go for. Yes, I am actually enrolled in a school; I am a man of surprises. The founder of the school must have felt rather hungry. Gave it the name of a German sausage. Who'd name a school "Kratzi High"?
Not that I care, nor do I even go to school everyday. I only go for chemistry lessons. It is actually the only useful thing that schools teach these days. Gone were the days when they would fiddle around with hammers and wood blocks. I mean, defence is a necessity and needs to be created. Its art needs to be learnt. Isn't creativity what schools are trying to promote? Chemistry involves just a few simple steps: get the chemicals home, mix them, find the most suitable mixtures for various purposes, and then use it. Very importantly, the correct mixture must be used for the correct purposes, so that its performance level can be stretched to the optimum. For example, you will not be using ammonium when you want to set a house on fire; instead, you will be trying to increase the carbon content or the oxygen flow of the fire. Understand how certain materials weaken under the stress of heat and voila, the house comes down.
Yes, it comes down in a beautiful crash. I will make such a crash resonate in this neighbourhood! How I gleam at this thought. The cops will come rushing in but alas, I shall be gone in the twinkle of an eye. I am invincible. Yes, my vision will turn into reality soon; I can smell it...
Oh, dread that stupid phone call. This counselor never fails to nag. We cannot even be an hour late. No, we cannot; she rings us up to get us there at 3.30p.m. when the appointment only started at 3p.m.. Such a waste of my time. Mum does not even care; why should I? But I do not like inspectors barging into my room like what happened the 3rd time I was late and we did not answer the phone. I'd better make a move now. How much counsel can one offer for someone who just took a couple of freedom breaks? These people are beyond my great understanding. Well, I was never really great with actors or actresses.
Meaning of acidic given just to confirm my choice of title. Makes me more sure of what I'm doing. Yes, this is my first piece that gets rather vulgar. Influenced by one of the characters in my book. Mild vulgarities compared to what I hear, sadly, from people around me. But I'm not gonna compromise my stand on vulgarities. This is my first time typing in diary style. Please help me.
Acidic~ Having the ability to dissociate in water to form H+ ions (I think)
[Shayne]
29th February 2004
I've got to see that counselor again. Such a shame that she did not join an acting company. I thought my mum was brilliant enough with acting, but this counselor is unbeatable. Seriously. Look at the way she plasters on that smile whenever she sees my mum and I. Just listen to that "Shayne, thanks for sharing" every time I leave the counseling room, even when I am damn sure that I said no more than ten words. There is also "Oh I understand" whenever I respond to her bombardment of questions such as "How's school?" and "How are things at your side?" with "sucks". Like she really cares. I recently figured that the trick to saving saliva is to wait for her long list of questions, then simply answer with one word: sucks. It satisfies her, someway.
Such a waste of time, these counseling sessions are. The only thing these sessions ever did for me was to get me excused from those "co-curricula activities" and "class bonding sessions" that some peeps make us go for. Yes, I am actually enrolled in a school; I am a man of surprises. The founder of the school must have felt rather hungry. Gave it the name of a German sausage. Who'd name a school "Kratzi High"?
Not that I care, nor do I even go to school everyday. I only go for chemistry lessons. It is actually the only useful thing that schools teach these days. Gone were the days when they would fiddle around with hammers and wood blocks. I mean, defence is a necessity and needs to be created. Its art needs to be learnt. Isn't creativity what schools are trying to promote? Chemistry involves just a few simple steps: get the chemicals home, mix them, find the most suitable mixtures for various purposes, and then use it. Very importantly, the correct mixture must be used for the correct purposes, so that its performance level can be stretched to the optimum. For example, you will not be using ammonium when you want to set a house on fire; instead, you will be trying to increase the carbon content or the oxygen flow of the fire. Understand how certain materials weaken under the stress of heat and voila, the house comes down.
Yes, it comes down in a beautiful crash. I will make such a crash resonate in this neighbourhood! How I gleam at this thought. The cops will come rushing in but alas, I shall be gone in the twinkle of an eye. I am invincible. Yes, my vision will turn into reality soon; I can smell it...
Oh, dread that stupid phone call. This counselor never fails to nag. We cannot even be an hour late. No, we cannot; she rings us up to get us there at 3.30p.m. when the appointment only started at 3p.m.. Such a waste of my time. Mum does not even care; why should I? But I do not like inspectors barging into my room like what happened the 3rd time I was late and we did not answer the phone. I'd better make a move now. How much counsel can one offer for someone who just took a couple of freedom breaks? These people are beyond my great understanding. Well, I was never really great with actors or actresses.
Meaning of acidic given just to confirm my choice of title. Makes me more sure of what I'm doing. Yes, this is my first piece that gets rather vulgar. Influenced by one of the characters in my book. Mild vulgarities compared to what I hear, sadly, from people around me. But I'm not gonna compromise my stand on vulgarities. This is my first time typing in diary style. Please help me.
