I feel so lost suddenly, nothing to study for, nothing to mug for. I’ve got an interview tomorrow, I hope everything turns out well.
Tomorrow marks the 5th, and I will revamp my FYP software for my prof. The things to do are to create a similar but nicer GUI, introduce new animations and incorporate a save-my-eeg-data functionality.
The time has arrived. At 9am tomorrow, I will be undertaking my final paper, EE4210 – Computer Communication Networks II.
I feel so emo just thinking about moving out from school. The good memories, as well as the pain, of mugging, of staying back late to do projects, write essays and reports. I will miss the NUS girls, especially from the Arts Faculty, because they dress up and look so good and sexy, bare their skins even though when the aircon temperatures are crazy cold.
Timing is bad. I’m graduating this May and so far I’ve only been called up for an interview.
Another government body has called and informed me to wait for a call from their HR.
I want to start my journey and attain my career goals. I want that opportunity, that stepping stone, to push me towards those goals.
Thank you to Seb’s iBook that I got to “camwhore” for quite a bit.
Talk about camwhoring, I told my sister to stop camwhoring excessively (I don’t want her to take after someone I know). I don’t know man, it gives me the impression that the camwhorer is shallow, bimbotic and trying to overly act cute.
