modus operandi

yesterday i was carrying a shit load of things into camp. surprisingly, on the train, a lady wanted to let me have a seat. then weiyang called me, thinking that he has a nightly encounter with a ghost behind his bed. and so i sat down at jurong east, talking on the phone for some time.

if only we really had this kind of time, to sit down amidst our rushing about, just to talk and laugh about everything. last night the moon was indeed round. and a pale yellow too.

so, the cinnamon chocolate chip cookies were... not very perfect? taste-wise, they were too sweet, like jinquan said. and they were too crispy. i'm still looking for the crunchy kind, like the freaking 7th december 2007 ones! i think it's quite impossible to replicate those, but impossible is nothing, right? anyhow, they were finishing fast, so i guess people still like them.

went for my NUS interview today, which explains why i am booked out. i rushed all the way there, under the hot sun, only to reach one hour early and have the interview half an hour late. really, i don't know why, but by the time i went in for the interview i was already feeling so jaded. and the interview was lousy too; i could't answer many of the questions. and i don't know why instead of at least searching hard for crap to reply them with, i simply declined to answer their questions, saying i had no answers/i don't know. and the weather turned gloomy, though it never rained. so the supposedly twenty-minute interview became a chop chop five-minute affair.

the takeaways from the interview? a free mug and a free pen.

sat on bus 33 back home, watching fairfield zoom past, feeling absolutely feeling-less. but baking would wake me up.