UH. OKAY.

okay i just had the most horrible interview in my life.

i think i was so weirded out by the interviewers (no offence) that it probably showed on my face. i mean i was trying to be sincere so stop staring at me like i sprouted another head or sth. anw, i zombied out of the interview room thinking: okay. what the heck was that?

usually interviews like these turn out well, and i have like advocating experience, hello? *waves* and hello, so what if my lovely indian classmate wants to help the minority groups in Singapore, cannot is it!

ah well. i was half amused and half annoyed. i don't know whether to laugh or to cry so my face looks kinda weird now ): but i rly don't want to stay in floorball anymore and i wanna do community service luh.

sigh. breathe sarah breathe. everything will fall in place sooner or later. as pauline puts it very aptly: let their skins do the oxidising, not ours xD

which reminds me of redox reactions, which in turn reminds me of chem and my increasing pile of chem HW D: and there are ants all over my worksheets. WHY ARE THERE ANTS ALL OVER MY WORKSHEETS? as if the freaky looking alkenes compounds are sweet. they're not, so get lost you equally freaky looking six legged moving fullstops.

ugh. hungry. eat. now. yay.