Boh Tak Chek (not his real name), perennial F9 underachieving student, lay huddled amongst the thousands of LMBFH Syndrome sufferers left stranded by the Temple Gates’ closure three weeks ago.
The last onslaught from the Dark Lord Preliminario has ravaged his grades and mauled his ego. But still he would not yield. For behind every underachiever lies a deeper reason. And by this reason he steadfastly held on to a glimmer of hope that the Temple Gates will open once more, extending the Mathematical Salvation he so desperately crave in these turbulent times.
*Roooaaarrr*
A familiar deep grinding sound suddenly broke the monotony of his own snoring.
*ROOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAARRRRR*
It was unmistakable. A vision appeared to BTC as realization began to sink in:
A vision of massive, massive intensive 4-hour revision sessions conducted by the High Priestess, designed to cover the entire O-Level Mathematics syllabus in five days, with each session limited to a maximum of four students.
A vision of great columns of Jφss Sticks smoke spiraling high from The Temple at Novena, a pebble’s throw from the MRT.
A vision of him with his Maths distinctions, and frolicking with the pretty girls of his chosen College.
Tears welled up in BTC‘s eyes as he stood up and bellowed:
“ARISE MY FELLOW LMBFH SYNDROME SUFFERERS!”
“THE TIME HAS COME FOR OUR MATHEMATICAL SALVATION! NEVER AGAIN SHALL WE BE LABELED WEAK, HOPELESS AND SLACKERS!”
“GATHER YOUR NUMBERS! FOR YOU MUST CONTACT THE HIGH PRIESTESS BEFORE OTHERS DO, AS SPACE IS LIMITED.”
“REJOICE! FOR TODAY THE TEMPLE GATES ARE OPENING!!!”
