Sudden inspirations or cravings:
Learn how to use the scanner, god damn it!

It didn't help that I was wearing this outfit that made me look much older. So, when the new transfer students were asked to guess my age, I should have known they would never think I'm not even 20 yet. Damn, but that did not do much to my already-deflated-ego. Damn damn damn. The day went along just like that, me pretending to me okay to everyone around. I mean, it's really just not nice to show how jealous you are that almost all your friends have successful interviews.

Blah blah blah. I was so tempted to go shopping. I heard that it had therapeutic effects. But, my colleague managed to convince me that sleeping is a much more economical therapy option. So, still in a very down mood, I tried to go home. I say try because somehow in my daze, I managed to take the wrong bus and ended up in Orchard Road. Haha....I can't believe that happened to me, but at that time I thought it must be destiny, that I am fated to go shopping.

As I walked along the crowded streets of Orchard Road, full of happy teenagers, mostly along my age, I felt even worse. I didn't feel like buying anything and there I was, just wandering around with no purpose and a deflated ego. And there around me are the people who are probably on their way to meet their other happy friends. Wow, great ego booster isn't it.

Destiny works in weird ways. It turns out it really did help to go to Orchard Road. I met Wendy. I have not seen her for a few months already, cos she moved house and I'm really seriously just too lazy to go and find out her new phone number. Anyway, I should have thought of hanging around Orchard Road just to ambush her anyway, cos that is the most likely place to see her, but that does not explain the great sense of relief I felt when I saw her.

As usual, we talked, we walked, mostly talking and walking without knowing where we were walking to. She made me feel a lot better. I remembered that she was a little upset over her results the last time I saw her, but it turns out she was only upset for at most one afternoon. That made me feel so guilty for being so upset over some little interview.

We joked, teased, insulted each other, etc etc. In other words, I felt very comfortable and reassured in her companionship. Suddenly, I realised that there are things much more important to life than whether that damn bearded biased guy liked me or not. Ha!

In other words, I don't give a damn about the stupid interview anymore. It was just a mismatch anyway. All thanks to Wendy the great.....friend. Hehe.