The Bangla in the MRT

Wa lau...

Dis damn bangla horz, realli freaked me out worz...

Can't believe my luck... so many empty seats in the compartment and yet HE chose to sit beside me (and it's a two-seater somemore... *diaoz*)

I'm actually okie wif anyone sitting next to me, even if it's a bangla...

BUT dis fellow is too much le...

First, he boarded at Tampines, and oready he's on the hp, talking damn loudly as thou to show off tat he's got a hp... *rolled eyes*

He alighted at Tanjong Pagar, and throughout the whole journey, he's chatting n chatting so freaking loudly okie... (T_T)

This i can pardon...

BUT wad realli pissed me off was tat he kept shaking tat damn leg of his!!!

You know, dis is a VERI irritating n annoying matter coz not oni it was distracting, his leg actually DONG DAO WO LE!!! I despise the feeling of rubbing skin with strangers, especially if the person is not a yan dao or mei nu...

I REALLI HATE PPL SHAKING THEIR LEGS next to me...

This i simply CAN'T tolerate...

To make things worse, he shake NON-STOP, and becoz of all the shaking n trembling of his freaking thigh, he kept sliding off his seat and had to shift up n down to fill his ass on the seat...

Know wad I did??

I raised my high-fashion bag, smashed it onto his freaking leg, stomped my pointed heels onto his foot, walked away haughtily, and sat next to a Gucci guy (Gucci tote bag + Gucci white leather shoes)... So shiok rite...

*POP* *POP* *POP*

Dere goes my bubbles of imagination...

Nahz, I dint perform any of the above...

How i wish i dare...

BUT i got xing xiang to maintain... *kekez*

So i remain in my seat, cursing n swearing at the bangla silently in my heart, mentally praying tat he'll get a stroke after all tat shakings... *hahaz*

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MOE interview

Interviews are realli nerve-wrecking matters which can realli demoralise a confident person utterly, not to mention a semi-confident me...

The waiting process is the ultimate... You see one after another enter and exit the interview rooms, you see their faces n try to tell how well they had scored in the interview... And finally it's my turn...

3 interviewers (one old man, one old lady, one young woman)

To hide my nervousness, I flashed my megawatt smiles... *lolz*

The 1st qns was asked by the old man...

"Why did you want to teach, and not be a nu qiang ren since u studied business??"

OMG...

I refused to put down here my reply, but i can assure you, it's nth near to a smart one...

Other random qns include:

"What do you think are your qualities to become a teacher?"

"What do you want to instill in your students?"

"Do you know teaching is very tough?" (duh!)

Then came the ultimate qns which i kinda expected dey'll ask...

"If NUS offers you your first choice, and at the same time, NTU offers you dis teaching course, which will you take?"

"I will choose the teaching one."

"Why?"

"Oh becoz I like NTU." (Wad a bimbotic sort of ans, rite?)

"Oh! Juz becoz u like the NTU campus, u wanna take up dis course??" came the shocked reply of the old man. I thot he almost had a heart attack or sth...

I faster, erm, correct my words... I sort of said sth like teaching is a stable career, whereas with a degree in arts & social science, it's hard to find an ideal job...

So the old man retorted me: "So u think teaching is a tie fan wan (hard ricebowl) lah?"

"Ya."

Den i think tat's where my interview ended...

*HAHAZ*

Wad a joke...

Seriously, I think I CMI le...

BUT the three of dem quite nice lahz... not as bad as i had expected... I prefer the old lady... she seems veri motherly... and throughout the interview, she's the only one who's smiling at me... BUT den horz... maybe it's wad dey call "xiao li chang dao" (hide daggers in one's smile when loosely translated)

BUT i'm glad it's over lahz...

Whether i'm accepted or not, i'll leave it to fate...

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Hippie Chestnut

Dunno why i suddenly become so vain... *hahaz*

Bought 2 pairs of colour contact lenses... *woo-hoo*

Craziee me...