Filed under: work
… prepared to travel to seek more than what Sheffield can give; to public speak; to be challenged; to endeavour; to wire, deconstruct, to invigorate the faculties of my mind; to interact with people I want to emulate in terms of determination, intelligence, and dignity; to smash that stifling ceiling; to defy parochial thoughts and renew bold expectations.
LIMUN -London, 19th-21st Feb 2010
ScotMUN -Edinburgh, 26th-28th Feb 2010
GIMUN -Geneva, 13th-19th Mar 2010
BRIMUN -Bremen, 5th-9th Apr 2010
European Union 2010 -Strasbourg, 10th-18th Apr
Catalonia MUN -Barcelona, 21st-24th Apr
EuroMUN -Maastricht, 5th-9th May 2010
Filed under: friends
Slightly put off by social obligations, finally. Feeling guilty, but yet… somewhat… resigned. At one point of today I felt caved in by this overwhelming city; the realisation that suddenly all that I thought of being has slowly been eroded over the past months by all else that took my focus away.
There isn’t anyone left here in this town (city?) that I would possibly look up to, and it seems like I’m quite alone here. I’m the naive and wondering writer, and the confused economist. That’s why reading that email from Novella at the Apple Store in Regent’s Street this afternoon was, to say the least, heart-warming, even if it bordered on being inconsiderate (to other eager-eyed Apple customers).
I shall channel all these negativity to writing, and I shall work my way up, up, and away from these layers of obsurity!
Filed under: christian living
You were the Victor and the King
You were the power in David’s swing
You were the calm in Abraham
You are the God who understands
You are the strength when we have none
You are the living, Holy one
You were, You are and You will always be
the Risen Lamb of God
Ah. I can finally put my finger on that feeling I got over a dinner conversation with Josh 2 months back, and can now affirm that that is what frustrates me the most on any given day, in any given state of mind –
When someone (anyone) has the marvelous ability to pose a very naive and elementary sounding question to an audience of economists, and then force them to admit that they do not know the answer even though they instinctively feel that they should.
Without meaning to dwell on it I came to the acute realisation that my first job interview -first for a permanent non-internship role- has quite frankly gone poorly. The entire week’s been such a letdown in that respect I wasn’t even particularly moved when I walked out of the assessment centre yesterday. It was a brisk –there wasn’t that confident, assertive aura in my stride, but neither was there trudging gloom.
Maybe it’s because I didn’t really want it.
Also, I personally find the miniature political strife that goes around in school extremely unwelcoming. For the least part maybe I am guilty of that but I have since vowed to disassociate myself in such active, amateurish quests to outdo one another and see which society best “represents the interests” of its members. It isn’t about recruiting a higher number of members, or securing more sponsorship deals, or giving out all these merchandise that shows, quite frankly, a drain in public resources if anything at all. I think good intentions have watered down to sheer disappointment.
Filed under: blabberings
This is not general surgery in miniature; these are the tiny humans; these are children; they believe in magic, they play pretense, there is fairydust in their IV bags. They hope and they cross their fingers and they make wishes. And that makes them more resilient than adults. They recover faster, survive worse. They believe. In paeds we have miracles and magic, in paeds anything is possible.
Henry is almost right. Applying for jobs is like taking up another module, except it carries with it greater gravity in the consequences of your choices. I don’t think I get what I really want to venture into, although I am pretty confident with what I think I can be good at and what careers play to my strengths.
For one thing I love Economics, and English. I love to, much as this will brink on sounding daft, see theoretical framework take shape in the realities of markets and I love the creativity that comes with expressing what the naked eye can see into what someone else can read and hear. And maybe that’s what puts me in a rather interesting dilemma. Do I allow my precariously egoistical drive to dictate the work I choose to do, or will I heed my interests and go into something few people would understand or necessarily see enviable? Am I as civil-servicesque as I used to make myself out to be? Or will I crave the intensity of elsewhere?
Filed under: christian living
The road to the promised land runs past Mount Sinai. The road to the promised land runs past Mount Sinai.
And to Zion is not going to be an easy trek either, but it will definitely be much easier with one less baggage. And though it hurts so much to ditch and leave behind something that one has grown so used to having around, eventually one will get used to it and soon, soon the steps will get lighter.
And much like God was at the Calvary, there he will wait with open arms. Timelessly.
