Kamikaze

During today’s MFA interview, I was asked a wide variety of questions.

“Was studying Chinese hard?”
“Why don’t you want to work for the British Foreign Service?”
“Won’t you be constricting yourself with a bond from the MFA if you want to go to NUS?”
“So does that mean that you disagree with parts of the UN Charter like the sovereignity of countries and the right to self-determination?”
“Are you a bleeding heart?”

And I gave a wide variety of answers too. Most of which I felt were unsatisfactory, i.e. unable to answer the question as I should, too convoluted, not answering the question etc.

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I had two resounding “yes”es to their questions today:

“So can you answer the question that you refused to answer directly earlier? Do you think that Singapore should boycott the Olympics?”

Bang, bang. Shot myself.

“So if we offer you a scholarship to study overseas, will you turn it down?”

Bang, bang. I’m dead.

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But I must say that I am amused with my audacity.
I remind myself of the French to wore red and gold uniforms to war.

But you know something?
I was sincere and truthful.

I hope that counts for something.

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And as I told my Dad about my interview, he told me about William Borden. Truly, the stuff of inspiration.