When I was in lower primary school, I wanted to be a teacher. In upper primary, the thought of being a doctor came up, mostly out of spitefulness. I had too much bad experience of doctors probing around my chest and groin since I was diagnosed with familial hypercholesterolaemia (inherited high cholesterol), and I had the inspiring thought of treating patients with more respect by being a good doctor. Ha. That thought died away quick. I just stopped going to see the doctors.

Then in lower secondary, I dreamt of being a musician. And a freelance lounge player. Then in upper sec, I thought of joining the police force, and join the police force military band.

In my Junior College years, I wanted to join the Army.

So you see, out of all my aspirations, most are to do with joining the civil service. In secondary school it was drilled into my head by my father to work for the government so that I can get free medical care. Before I turned 18 I enjoyed free medical benefits since my father was a civil servant. So I guess I should be thankful that I didn’t let doctors scrutinize the most private places of my body and pay for it.

In my last holiday in Singapore I interned at a government body, which barely enlightened me. Now, I’m invited to have dinner with the Director/PSC Secretariat to learn more about “career opportunities available in the Civil Service, and specifically the Management Associates Programme and internship opportunities during [my] June [August] holidays.” Yeah, I know, this is a good opportunity to seize, it may be the very chance to clinch a job in the Civil Service. But. I’m just not very motivated to work for the government now.

Write a comment if you want to talk me into it.