as i walked home tonight i wondered whether my freshly-released and newly-received 3.17 gpa (okay by my standards, rather pedestrian by mba standards) would merit me any consideration from potential employers in my search for a summer internship. this lamentation was undoubtedly spurred by a conversation i heard earlier today, where three ( Read more... )

there's something about walking back to your apartment past midnight, when everything's dark out and only street lamps light the way home. everything looks so peaceful, everything feels so still, and i don't mind the fact that my shoes are slushing through snow that's been browned by the dirt and grime on the pavements. it feels just like my old ( Read more... )

so how exactly does one spend a birthday in a foreign country ( Read more... )

it's a little after 1 am (canadian time) and i should probably be asleep, but i'm not. it's the caffeine at work, no doubt ( Read more... )

I woke up this morning with a soft blue glow in the room, an aura that always reminds me of the scene in the Dead Poets Society where Robert Sean Leonard's character is just about to shoot himself. While I'm not exactly going off to die, I suppose this is pretty much as close to fading away as you can get without killing yourself... at least, for a ( Read more... )

I've never had a particularly good relationship with fear. I know what it's like and I've felt it on occasion, but those occasions have been few and far in between (I say this not out of some sense of bravado or in order to present the image of fearlessness, but rather because I probably don't know any better). I know anger and I know sadness, and ( Read more... )

"How do you learn to cope with doubt, and, more important, self-doubt? And how do you learn how to lose ( Read more... )

"Suffering, I was beginning to think, was essential to a good life, and as inextricable from such a life as bliss. It's a great enhancer. It might last a minute, or a month, but eventually it subsides, and when it does, something else takes its place, and maybe that thing is a greater space. For happiness. Each time I encountered suffering, I ( Read more... )

You've probably heard about the Glorietta bomb blast by now; it's all over the media, so it's more than a little difficult not to have done so. And while we still don't know whether it was because of an LPG tank explosion or a terrorist attack, a bomb is still a bomb, an explosion still an explosion.

I was there when it happened. I saw the rubble, ( Read more... )

Over the weekend I was thinking about - of all things - writing, and I've come to believe that the most important quality that anybody's writing can have is the sincerity with which it's delivered. I think that takes precedence over language or form or what ever other aspects Strunk and White might place more importance on ( Read more... )