Eternal torment: The Search

Friday, March 03, 2006

He was forcefully woked up at 6. Succumbing to the call of the soft warm mattress, he didn't awake until past 7. He checked the site and it was on.

And when the results were shown, he stiffled a cry. a cry of horror. MJ rejected and so did TP. He got his last choice. But thing was, after doing weeks of thinking, it seemed like the last choice was a mistake. He need the A's to take his lit. His beloved lit. Sure, he liked the greens but processed trees beckoned to him more.

And so he logged in. And found a friend who was in the same boat. And together they set off to Mj. To appeal.

At the counter he was told he didn't have a chance. That he should seek out other jcs. And so he did. He went to Ij after returning home to change. Uniforms are funny if you're going to Suntec later.

Together they found the gate to the campus. The gate was shut. And so they walked and walked until feets ached to reach the main. There he got a taste of what's to come. The teacher who sent the gaydar ringing was absolutely bitchy. And the guy just left a bad taste in his mouth. Oh no. NOT THAT sort, you perv.

And so he didn't hand in the form. He took off with his buddy back to amk. His buddy needed to change you see. And thus both now dressed up, went to the city.

He got invited to go for lunch but he had to refuse. He didn't know the guys nor the girls for that matter. It felt wrong to impose on others. And so at suntec, they parted and bid each other fond adieu.

At the career fair, he couldn't help comparing it to last year's fair. Last year was so much better. This year sucked. Maybe his foul mood clouded his judgement. Who knows?

He tried to look around. And saw a hodge podge of stalls. And he couldn't even find the local Us.
Though he finally found NTU; since they were hard to miss with the huge arches and all, he couldn't find NU.

At NTU, his hopes got crushed as he was told again that he needed to pass A maths. And the only way to do so was to go back to the books. Sure, poly was fine but he had his life partially planned out for him. Rough guidelines he was determined to make clear.

Yet the no one seems to know the new criteria. The guidelines were vague. To study an Arts subject, he just needed to make it into the arts faculty. But how did you get in, they couldn't tell.
Others clamoured for their attention and he didn't felt like lingering.

He left, almost crying, his spirits dashed. Until he realised that he had one more shot. He had to appeal again. And not get bothered by the reputation. He couldn't care less. Sore and tired, he just called and was told to come in on mon.

And now, he can't go out. he needed time to think.

Or at least until sunday. When he needs to watch the double bill Sepet and Gubra. He just needed more material he could manipulate. And so it's decided. 19 bucks will go to waste. Just because chocolates it seems doesn't do the trick.

Transmitted on 6:09 PM

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