Frederick Fung
22nd December, 1999
Turning left, turning right, in the bed,
my head's tossing, I can't rest.
Thinking of interview all the best,
the time has come, like heart attack.
Get up, yawning, neatly dressed,
say a prayer, take a deep breath.
Walk in the office, nod my head,
shake hands, greetings, have a chat.
With my resume on the desk,
all answers should be exact.
'Wait for our reply, be patient, young lad.¡¦
That's the result, I leave with regret.
Oh my fate, I've got to accept,
be it happy, be it sad.
