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hello i just came back from the GIC interview, which was quite nice. an interview that didn't actually make me feel dejected or worried. and it was my highest interview ever; highest in the physical sense. the receptionist - who, by the way, was so amazingly calm at multi-tasking across several phone lines - was on the 37th floor, but as if the 37th (where the view is already so stunning) is not high enough, i was sent to the 48th for the interview. if only i had a camera. i was overlooking the city area, and i could see the cranes and containers at the harbour, and the old shophouses down below.

even my ear pops in the lift.

ok, i have to bathe now and have lunch and go back to camp.