what I was doing there.
Everybody was hellish quite when the interviewer said "Okay, you can begin your discussion."
So, having by far survived a lot of situations like this, I dominantly dominate the whole 5 people group as being the chairman by speaking up first.
And until now, I still can't quite know what I was doing then. Or for that matter, what I was talking about all along.
But all in all, I felt.... good.
Being able to speak English in an open manner and get response by par...
Shit, it was more than feeling good.
It was like a locked up gate that I have been DYING to open suddenly BREAKS apart and I was free to roam the grasslands that was behind it.
My god, if I do know what sex feels like, I think it would be the same feeling.
I have a good feeling in this one.
A very good feeling.
Wish me some damned luck. Because, by most, that's the kinda luck that I always get and somehow, made me through a lot of shit.
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