This week, I attended two job interviews for two different roles – Programme Executive at Geyland East Home for the Aged, and Manager (Sector Development, Literary Arts) at National Arts Council. Before the semester ended, I also interviewed for an editor's position at Shing Lee Publishing and a Consumer & Lifestyle writer position at Simply Her. That makes four  interviews thus far. Here I am, just celebrating the opportunity to interview for these various positions. I mean, it hasn't even been a month since I ended school and I'm only starting to like this freedom. But my mom, on the other hand, has been so sarcastic about me staying at home. Up till I completed Junior College, I let my mom dictate the way my life should be. I thought it was the best I could do because she single-handedly raised us. Deep down, though, I realise she had pinned all her hopes and expectations on me because I was the only child in this family that chose the path the society consider...

It's Sunday night all over again. I can hear slight drizzle against the window panes and I'm watching the lights on the other building go out. People must be heading to bed and I wonder: Do they dread waking up to Monday? Do they hate Monday? Do their bodies feel unusually heavy on Monday mornings? Do they drag their feet into office? It was a surprisingly tough day today. But it reminded me of the conversations I had with Ains. " You're really too nice. That's why people always bully you, " she said. I knew this for a long time but I was thinking of the best way to construe my personality without sounding like a pushover because I'm not. I simply developed a sizable threshold for bullshit over the years. I suppose it is my way of maintaining zen and a passive way to show I'm backing down because I believe there's no reason putting up a fight against anyone who has decided not to give me a real chance even before the argument began. To some, when I...

With the completion of my last paper on Tuesday evening, I am now officially unemployed. On one hand, I'm shamelessly enjoying this newfound freedom. I don't remember feeling this  exhilarated and relieved at the end of my examinations the past semesters but I guess there's really something different about concluding my final  semester. Up until Tuesday evening, school was a major part of life. Readings, lectures, assignments and examinations effectively took up most of my time. I was almost always dysfunctional from the lack of sleep. And just like that, four years went by. I woke up yesterday morning feeling genuinely aimless. My biological clock had adjusted itself to 8 a.m. mornings and I was up even before I knew it. I was prepared to sleep through the morning but my body rebelled against my will. Either way, I woke up way before I should have so I ended up assisting my helper in the kitchen because Mel and Banana were coming over for lunch. We were suppo...

I've been feeling slightly beside myself these days and I'm not sure if it's because I've been witnessing everyone else's graduation trip photos on my timeline that's feeding my withdrawal symptoms of the gorgeous U.K. It has been almost two weeks since I stepped into this abyss of unknown. Or rather, the world of unemployment.  Although I must admit that I'm enjoying this slow-paced life in its entirety, I'm mostly wandering right now and it feels very unlike me. These days have been a new routine – I wake up, make my bed, tie my hair, brush my teeth, have breakfast, switch on my MacBaby, apply for a couple of jobs, watch all sorts of shows while  playing pocket MapleStory, have lunch, watch more shows, work out, shower, back to my MacBaby, dinner, watch shows again , go to bed, play more MapleStory and then sleep. Say what? Sidetrack: I've played Maple so much in the last one and a half weeks that I am now at level 72 and I just  beat the ne...