Foreword, Disclaimer, and whatever-political-have-yous.

The entry below is an expression of a chapter of my life that has gone unwritten for a (long) time. Unwritten no more, it finally appears, in what I hope is a more mature form. WARNING: DARK, ANGSTY EMOTIONS IN THE POST BELOW. NOT FOR THE OVER-SENSITIVE. The objective of the below post is first and foremost to capture MY memories of, and MY thought processes on, that momentous incident. Secondly, it is meant to cause the relevant people to critically analyse the knowledge construction of what makes a true OACian(laughs) - basically, wake up if you haven't. I as author assert that the situation depicted below is true to my perception at that point of time, time being the end of last year/beginning of this year. All views and opinions are solely mine and I claim partial responsibility not amounting to compensating any reader (or reader's kith and kin) who commits suicide due to emotional trauma or any action of that sort. Any (mis)representations are solely my responsibility. Current relations are cordial with (all) the OACians of the 07/08 batch. At least, from my point of view. No disrespect is meant. I, the author, apologise for any greviance caused from you voluntarily reading the below entry. Your (constructive) input is greatly appreciated. All similarity today is purely a (sad) coincidence.

Finally, I want to thank my father, my mother, my first sister, my second sister.. Oh shut up Joshua.