stranger things have happened.

interview was purely, shiok. and it wasnt that intention. just felt like screwing things up abit and turns out i enjoyed myself! wasnt that nervous upon seeing the whole row of interviewers. more like detached, politically wrong, and feeling extremely happy at giving the most retarded of answers. what's wrong with being different. what's wrong with not giving politically-correct ans. arent ppl tired at hearing the "it gives me personal satisfaction that i am serving my fellow ppl" . time to shoot sum really retarded ans.

and then come evening i was talking to a friend like normal. and felt relatively normal. amazing how avoidance deals with difficult situations. and how time does attempt to nullify certain unpleasant aspects.

and then talking to another friend. and wondering how first impressions can be deceving. how rumours can be unjustified

with every closed door, there is one open for us. yet often we spend too much time lamenting on the closed door that we fail to realise the opportunities awaiting us at the open door.

time to walk this next stretch.

(actually wanted to post more stuff but was too tired to think corherently)