So! I had my interview. Looking the part of an eager-tertiary-student-to-be is NOT easy! I probably blew an entire month's pay on buying office wear essentials (read: presentable, schmoozing clothes)! And! As a result, i have not updated my bank book. The horrors of finding out the actual balance left is simply too... horrifying. ARGH! the perils of having an ATM card! This wouldn't have bugged me as much if i didn't ALSO buy a PSP, the requisite entertainment system for the people-in-green. So! I probably blew away my 2 months pay! Can you say
Gone With The Wind?
Sigh.
Anyway! My interview went
Okaaay la. What's terrible about the interview was the waiting process! And i don't mean the nervous-bite-your-nails-kind-of-waiting. The minute i stepped into the holding area, all EYES were on me. The pressure was INTENSE. It's as if everybody there had this internal THREAT-O-METER in their bodies to evaluate and size up the competition. If you happen to register on the...
BZZT...MAJOR THREAT!!! BZZT... INITIALISING ELIMINATION PROCEDURE!!!
scale of the THREAT-O-METER. The EOD (Eyes Of Death) will start coming out. I swear. If this was the X-men universe, Cyclops would find his "eye power" to be severely outmatched.
Oh well. I guess that's law people for you.
No wonder everybody hates them... Err... Me?
Crap.
On a side note: I hate the cheena-piang people at suitespeech (you go figure it out!)! The china women there were talking bad about Singaporeans IN FRONT of an entire Singaporean queue!!! Can you say CASE? BAH!