Self-fulfilment

The sense of accomplishment has been hovering above my head ever since I completed the interview yesterday. In fact, things in life seemed to have picked up after yesterday.

That damned passport.
You know how it feels to be really enthusiastic about a trip and go all holiday-moody, until you flip open your passport and discover that *gasp* it's expired. Thank God, that gasp from me came early, so I'll be able to get my passport by the end of next week. Anyway, I just happened to pick out this weird trend. Alright, it's so obvious it's blindly, that Singaporeans lurv to queue for things. Be it chicken rice at a dollar, Hello Kitties, that 10 million Toto draw, and even passports. Oh dear. I wonder if the younger generations, like ours, are going to catch on as well. Then the world at that time would be so full of queues, people from the Moon are going to think that we just built a few more Grear Walls of China.

That test/ interview at NTU.
Thank God I knew who the President of Iran was, or else I would have basically flopped real badly at the test. It was very "GP-ish" (like what the girl besides me told another girl), but I guess the interview would be my determinant. The professors were friendly enough to make me feel at ease, and it was more of a chat than an interview. I was probably the last interviewee, because those 2 seniors who were cracking up within their own 'bubble' with their personal jokes and all that looked visibly listless and lethargic. Alright, so that one's down.

Lending out my Math C notes.
Alright, this wasn't as significant, but considering the fact that I'm a compulsive procrastinator, accomplishing such meagre tasks can take ages. So I'm just glad I took time out to sort out my stuff, after 3 weeks.

Spotting that really cute guy.
Yes, I admit, I'm boy-crazy. I love to guy-watch, and that's a fact that even I have to cope with. So, retail therapy's really helpful after a lengthy afternoon of self-created distress, especially when that cute shop assistant pops up from behind the shelf and asks you: 'Miss, can I help you?' Alright, the dialogue was self-imaginery, but who wouldn't start to hallucinate, especially when he looks ol' so familiar?

Getting the hang of that lovely song.
For close to 2 weeks, I couldn't find the time to figure out the correct strumming pattern of 'Goodbye to You' by Michelle Branch. It's a relatively simple song, but the strumming's tricky. Youtube did me a huge favour.