What dreams are made of

Saturday, April 28, 2007

An unforgettable experience.

I had an interview for a post for co.
It was so stressed and the atmosphere is so tense.
They are so strict and serious.
Seriously, i am afraid.

My answers were so stupid and idiotic.
I really feel that i am really very stupid.
I think they will laugh their lungs out.
Or perhaps laugh till their jaws drop.

This is my worst interview.
Somemore, i said that......
Wah... Wah...
So embarrassed and paiseh.

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I don't know how to face them on wednesday.
I really had no idea.
It's going to be strange.

Well, what to do?
What's done is done.
Don't cry over split milk.

But i am still brooding over it.

I painted my dreams at 7:00 PM

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