The 1st half of the test went smoothly. But I faltered at the difficult questions towards the end. Before I knew it, the test was over. As I left, I felt I could have done better, but there wasn't any 10-year series qns on this sort of test. I wondered if there was anything I could have done better, like getting more sleep before the test or giving more thought to the qns before I answered.
Now comes the results. And because the results will only be out tomorrow, I fear how it would turn out to be. The result can only be a PASS or a FAIL. I wanted a PASS, so there I was, fearing the unknown. The hope for a PASS was evident, but there was nothing I could do today, except to worry about it. As much as I tell myself that the results are out-of-my-control, I still pray for a positive outcome.
Half the waiting time has passed. The other half awaits me tomorrow. As I wait anxiously for the results to be 'released', I can only wish that it turns out positive. For if I pass, a brighter future awaits me; and if I fail, a final execution beckons...

Today, I am learning to lead. As I fail, I stand up again. I am just not sure how badly I will fall the next time round.
Carl grew up as a young inquisitive boy in a small town. He was energetic and even dreamt of being a pilot. He wanted to travel round the world. Along the way, he met with a girl, Ellie, who shared his dreams. Together, they wanted to go to exotic places, such as the natural waterfalls in South America.
They started to save to achieve their dreams. But time flies and they aged without achieving what they dreamt of so vividly years ago. They had to postpone their dreams time & time again, with reasons such as house maintenance, insurance, retrenchment, medical expenses, etc. Ellie eventually passed away. Only then he realised that he had to live his dream & fulfil what both of them set out to achieve in the 1st place.
I asked myself - how determined do I go about fulfilling my dreams? Maybe I should even question how concrete my dream is. Are our dreams as transient as clouds or are they as solid as a rock? Carl & Ellie started their dream by having a scrapbook to visualise what they would do. Should I start one too?

I asked myself - can I turn my weakness into a strength? Years from now, would I stay the same or would I have transformed into someone so polished and defined? The answer lies within me. How about U?
I look at myself. I am a leader in my own ways. The question here is how great am I as a leader and and how big a difference I make?

I have a mentor, FL. He has made me who I am today. I have acknowledged his teachings. Over the past 4 years, I have watched myself grown from an infant to a man with deep thoughts. But one day, the time will come when he will leave me. And when that happens, I will learn to fend for myself. Will I survive? Will my skills continue to get better? Just as will Harry survive when Dumbledore's time is up? Maybe a vial of Felix Felicis will do the trick.
Christine Brown, a mild-mannered loan officer in Los Angeles, hopes to be promoted to assistant manager over her conniving co-worker, Stu Rubin. Christine's boss, Mr. Jacks, advises her that she needs to demonstrate that she can make tough decisions when she needs to. That same day, Mrs. Sylvia Ganush, an elderly gypsy woman, asks for a third extension on her mortgage because she is struggling with economic problems due to an illness. To prove herself to Mr. Jacks, Christine, against her better judgment, decides to deny Ganush the extension. Mr. Jacks compliments Christine on how she handled the situation and implies that if she can close another big loan, the assistant manager position will be hers.
I ask myself - how often are there office politics in the workplace? Fights over promotion, gossiping, sabotage, backstabbing, etc - the list of dirty laundry an office can be unlimited. I consider myself a mild-mannered person, but even I am not spared from office politics.
