Thursday, November 15, 2007

Wow, what a day...

Actually nothin much ah..
Wells, came skl n the attendance amazing!!
It was Sher Min, Ranjeetha n Dinie!
So, went for History n reli hope Mrs Low wun b too fierce on our class..

But the main thing I wanna talk bout is the interview skills lessons..
I dint attend the lect, but I went for the tutorials..
1st tutorial, 7 ppl came.. Mayb cz of the small group, it seemed more engagin..
I had quite a good impression..
Then 2day was the 2nd one... N onli 3 ppl came...
We're supposed to dress formally
N I heard the tcher scolded a class for majority of them not wearin formal clothing,
So I decided to bring this PURPLE long sleeve shirt
(I dint look like Mr Koh for your info)
K ah, the facilitator was quite informative...
It went quite well ah...
It was one of those few times in my life I felt handsome.. Haha dunno y ah but ya...

posted by Wary at 10:40 PM


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