Vagabond At Heart

Had a 4 hours interview session today. It was interesting and I get their point that this is going to be a challenging but tough job. I also get the feeling that I am going to like the corporate culture and the opportunity for personal development. I am now expected to do a write-up on the 4 hours session as my final assessment criteria.

To be frank, I did not perform too well on the case study and on the spot activity. However, I get the feeling that they do like my profile and personality assessment. Btw, the personality assessment was amazingly accurate. Apparently, I am a very confident person who is very comfortable with myself. I am also have low tolerance for structure and am highly disorganised. I am highly creative and flexible. However, my level of certainty over future is low. (How accurate!)

Too tired to think now. Have another interview tomorrow morning. I am really keen on this position. Still have to prep myself for the interview. I must do well. I need to settle on a job soon. My birthday wish is to confirm a job before my birthday.

This seems to be my gap year. A year of learning to let go of the past and finding my future to move into. It is a year spend in trying to figure out who I am and who I want to be moving from here. It is a year spend in self-reflection and rest. Not in running after targets and producing results. A year spend listening silently and looking at my life from afar. A year spend in spring cleaning my life and throwing out clutters that I want out of my life. A year spend in explorations but not expecting results. A year of anticipation for the new life ahead when I finally get everything together. I am happy for this gap year. I have learned new things and perspectives. I have let go of some old baggages and still learning to let go of others. A year of learning to try new things and letting go of expectations.

It is a good thing. This gap year. And now, I am now eager to move on.

Had dinner with some classmates recently. At 21, 31, 41 and 51, we represent 3 decades of diversity. So, what do we talk about? Or rather, bitch about? …………Er…..can’t remember how the topic came about….but……the sizzling hot topic of the nite was…..Er…..the sexual habits of a lecturer….how scandalous of us, rite? Am still properly horrified and amused as to why we were on the topic.