||Prose|| More Nostalgia.

(Found this heartfelt piece of text somewhere on my old hard disk, and thought I'd share this one. Clearly, I was meaning to post this on the old faculty's BBS, but ended up not doing so for some obvious reasons. :-D )

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I just can't take this anymore.

I leave my dorm room at 8:55AM in the morning and roam about this godforsaken shit-spot of a place. 40 kilometres wide. Ha. My SCHOOL was bigger than this university. I leave my dorm room at 8:55AM in the morning and roam about this godforsaken place. Not that I particularly like roaming, but hey that's what they want me to do. Classes. First, they screw up my last sem's grades. Funny, I thought I did Java last sem, not C's. So I decided that the only way I can shut them up is by getting all A's. Piece of cake that. All I need to do is complete all tutorials, make complete notes of all subjects, complete all assignments, attend all lectures, attend AND SUBMIT all labs, and remember to have fun all the while. Piece of cake. All you need is 25 hours in a day. And to top it, they screw up my entire billing sequence, giving ME $1000 in excess. Fine, I should have said, I love extra money. Nopes! There's that thing called conscience, see? Should have immediately bought a new PDA. May be an iPaq or something. Looked real cool in Sim Lim. No, I spend TWO hours tracking red tape and talking to bored receptionists saying it's THEY who paid ME in excess and not me paying them in excess. Two goddamned hours! And then I had to go to collect my earlier temp job salary and still find I'm bankrupt. Like when do I have spare money for a change. Yeah that's right, I have money for change. Exactly $9.89 of them. All in twenty cent coins or less. The laundromat, you see, wont take in any coin other than a 20 cent one. Not that it works even after taking one of course, but still, there's that hope that it might. Just might. Just look at my laundry pile, for god's sake. It's been like that for the last twenty days, increasing in size, strength of smell and quantity. Should have removed it in the first week itself, but who has the time? Not me, no sir, dont even have the time to remove that plastic bag making those irritating noises. Easier to find if it's on the floor, see? Besides, relieves the endemic inhumane conditions of a solitary dorm with constant net. At least there's something else in the room. No seriously, there IS something else in the room. There's another plastic cover right on top, ha, finally found that loaf of bread I bought day before yesterday, oh I bought some Maggi sometime back, finally found my laptop cover, my bag, should have removed the books from that, another plastic cover on that, a piece of paper, oh that fee statement that turned out to be uplifting fiction, a stapler, a cockroach traveling from the stapler to the bread... a WHAT?

Excuse me. *slam*. Killed the cockroach.

So as I was saying, I can't take this any longer. My life, it appears, has taken a life of its own. I, R[surname now obscured for Google reasons] Akshay, #10 in the Indian Council for Secondary Education Certificate Examination 1997 solidly and vilefully claim that I, R[here we go again, sorry] Akshay, undergraduate, School of Computing, The National University of Singapore, am in deep deep shit, with a life totally out of control, and that, I, R[one last time] Akshay, PP# B314159, Indian passport holder, just can't take it any longer. The purpose of this entire discourse is for you people to support my application for refuge in Togoland. So pay up $500 and get yourself a tax-free viewing rebate at the Grand Canyon, courtesy the Singapore Tourist Promotion Board. (TAA DAAAAAH!)

No seriously, you want to hear why it all happened, don't you? Click here to read it all. And click here to not read it all, but generally have fun. AND click HERE to not read, not have fun, but generally muse on life and why you are wasting it.

(Unfortunately, the rest of the text is missing, and I, for one, don't completely recall why I was feeling so frustrated at that point in time. Oh well.)