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My First Day

I start work tomorrow for the first time ever. And I'm terrified. Not of the new people or the new place.

But of not performing well and not living up to what they expect of me and what I expect of myself.

I'm scared that I'll be fired.

But most of all, what terrifies me, is the thought that I might realize that journalism is not the profession for me. That i might not be good at it and be forced to give it up.

And so, as I begin work tomorrow. All those of you reading this, lurkers and regular readers, please pray for me that all goes well. That I may be good at whatever it is I'm supposed to do. And that this turns out to be the profession for me.

I hate people who interfere

I hate people who interfere. And I've said it twice so you'll believe me without a doubt.

My college ended in April with my exams even though I officially graduated in June.

And I start work tomorrow. Monday that is.

3 months since I got done with college. And while almost all of my classmates have found jobs and are working, I've pretty much whiled these 3 months away.

I've gone on trips galore. Participated in church camps, volunteered at the YMCA, lazed around at home... You get the picture. All the while trying to decide what to do with life. Whether to work or study.

My parents have been on my back these last 3 months. Wanting me to do something more. Decide what direction I'm going in etc etc.

And I was pretty much okay with not having done anything at all these last three months until a very annoying incident happened.

I was chatting with a classmate on Google Talk sometime this week and I mentioned that I would be working soon.

At which point, she said and I quote.…

My Philosophy

What philosophy do you follow? (v1.03)
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You scored as HedonismYour life is guided by the principles of Hedonism: You believe that pleasure is a great, or the greatest, good; and you try to enjoy life’s pleasures as much as you can.

“Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die!”

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45%Justice (Fairness)

35%Divine Command

35%Strong Egoism




I'm in a new phase where I'm attempting to let bygones be bygones.

I'm making efforts to bridge gaps and extend the olive branch.

I don't expect the relationships to go back to where they were before the breaks happened. But I'm hoping for a thawing of the ice and a certain level of genuine warmth and affection. Or I would just settle for the bitterness and the hate to disappear.


I've been feeling overtly philosophical lately. And it struck me that as I'm moving into new phases and new avenues in life, there's been some bitterness holding me back. Memories gone sour. I hate it that when I think of college and friends and classmates, that there are unhappy recollections.

I know that I can't expect to get along swimmingly well with everybody, but that doesn't have to translate into dislike and hate and anger. Does it?

I accept that I can't be friends with everyone. But I would like to be good acquaintances at least. That when I run into someone…

I love this game

I miss basketball.

I know I've said it about a million times before, but I still miss it. I haven't played in ages.

It's hard to explain though. It's just so absolutely wonderful to play and to come off the court exhausted yet exhilarated.

I love the sense of anticipation before the game. I love that time on the court when I think of nothing else except where the ball is.

I haven't played in months since college ended in fact which was about 3 months ago. And now with work and everything else, I don't see myself playing for a while except maybe an odd moment here and there.

The most depressing thought I've had in a while.

Money Money Money

This is a first.

I want to blog. But I have no idea what to blog about. Weird.

I have finally made a decision though. I'm going to be working for a year and then studying further. Contingent on my getting into a good journalism school that is.

All this CV making and job hunting makes me feel terribly grown up. And not necessarily in a good way.

Its a time to face up to responsibilities, to shoulder some burdens and to walk on. And to let go of the carefree days of yore.

But on the other hand, I will be earning lots of money, (see how good I am at deluding myself), and I will be able to buy myself lots of things. First on the list of which is a new bike.


A New Grasscourt Champion

Rafael Nadal edged out Roger Federer yesterday in the Wimbledon finals. Thereby ending Federer's five match winning streak at Wimbledon.

And to say that this was one of the greatest matches ever played will be doing it an injustice. It's a rarity in any sport to see two classy opponents playing at this high a level.

Last year's final was heartbreaking for Nadal and this year almost became a repeat of that. Nadal had Federer on the edge a couple of times and yet every time it seemed like the game was lost, Federer would swing back in. In the end, it felt somehow incredible that Nadal actually won. Time after time on crucial points, Federer rendered Nadal helpless. And if it was any other player, their spirit would have been crushed perhaps. But not Nadal. He had only one case of nerves when he double faulted in the third set after leading the tie breaker 5-2.

Both players fought and fought and didn't let themselves get down. Federer came back after being two sets down to l…

Bubbling Up

I haven't really felt like blogging lately. I've been commenting on other peoples' blogs but when it comes to posting on my own, I haven't been in the mood.

And even now as I type this post out, I don't really know what I'm going to be writing about. So please bear with me.

First of all, I'm overjoyed that Spain won. The team I supported right from the beginning along with Portugal and Italy won. It was a brilliant victory and well-deserved. And I couldn't be happier if I was in the team myself. I love their style of play. Attacking, flowing football with sharp passing. A sight for sore eyes especially compared to the German style of brute strength. Every game they played was a pleasure to watch. And the best part is that the team who didn't lose a single game throughout the tournament won. And I love Iker Casillas, David Villa, Cesc Fabregas, Fernando Torres and Xabi Alonso. *Sigh*.

And Spain were the clear winners. Despite what some people seem to …