Sometimes technology can fuck itself up such that you become the frustrated victim at its feet.

I can avoid spending three hours at the Office of Admissions at NUS, if the Internet connection didn't screwed itself up and ended up displaying an error page, and if I didn't experienced the misfortune of pressing the backspace button and realising that I do not have a cursor and the entire page disappeared to show the previous one. Recovery is futile - I have to re-type the entire application form again.

I have no idea that I have to fill in some talent thing, which took up even more of my time. It takes up an even greater amount of my time just to write four mini essays. Worse still, there are no stools available at the Internet counter - I have to drag one of the chairs to the computer and sit on the armrest. I'm so afraid of being fucked for trying to spoil NUS furniture . . .

And I never check which printer I am to choose: I just click OK . . . and wonder why the hell the printer is taking so long to react. I mean, the printer's name states: "OAM" - obviously that's the Office of Admissions right?

Then, finally after I switch computers, I find out that it should be set to Epson - that's the brand of the printer at the computer terminal.

Shit. I think my application got printed out somewhere deep in the admissions office. And then someone else will be picking it up, looking through it even though it might not be his busy to view it in the first place and then laugh at it.

By the time I finish sending off the online application form, settling the processing bill of $10 and handing over my documents to the people there, it is nearly 3:30pm.

Three hours from the time I first arrive at University Hall.

Imagine how much they can actually earn: $10 per student. Think of how many students enter the university. Take that amount and multiply it by 10. And you get the sum of money they earn processing each batch of undergrads.