Went for 2 interviews actually, on different research programme but under the same company. The 2nd interview wasn't too bad. But the first, i made a total mess out of it, and im feeling stupid and demoralised now. All questions asked was based on technical skills. And a detailed description of everything. I felt that i was doing an eassy, in oral form, that's all. Time seemed to pass sooooooooooo slowly. It took like forever. I sat in the room for approximately 1/2 hour. Not too bad at all. Nicholas' interview took up almost an hour. I seriously wonder how he managed to tolerate that interviewer. Oh yes! Not forgetting my interveiwer Mr ABCDEFGH, he was clad in, (visualise the combination of his attire) : BERMUDAS, JOGGING SHOES and FORMAL TOP, tucked out. Oh yes!!!! You didn't read wrong, he's the INTERVIEWER. So next time i shall go for a job interview in singlet, flip-flops and along with a straw hat. How cool is that. woops.

As for the 2nd interview, haha. I initially thought he was some Bangladash cleaner or something. Alrite i know i'm mean.. but i really don't mean to say it! Judging from the look of his overalls, he 99% resembles one!!! Okie.. so when he directed me into the auditorium for the interview, only then i realised that he's the one interviewing me. Hmmm... but's he's super nice and friendly, with occassional small talks inbetween.

Arghs, anyway i'm 100% prepared to do attachment in-house (in school) because i think i screwed up everything.

Sunday: Driving. I think i got my instructor's organs displaced together with his heart pumping at 1000 beats per second. haha. My first step on the accelerator made the meter shoot up to 60km/h. hahahah. Lucky didn't engage any gear, or else, i guess i wouldn't have made it alive. 3 U-turns made, in which, the first U-turn got my hands tangled up. Each time i stepped the clutch, sound of bones cracking could be heard. I think i have brittle, fragile bones. Enough said, you get the whole idea i suppose. Anyway, i was super relieved to see the LRT track which means that i was near home. That was because i had whole 1.5 hr of terror.

I think i'm cartoon.

Plans for this week: