My darkest hours
The internship started much earlier than I thought. Thus my idyllic days were brought to an abrupt end when I entered SVA Building for the first time this Wednesday. It is most ironic to think that after all my complaints of how money has penetrated almost all aspects of our society and of my predilection for a more reclusive life, I will have to spend the next two months struggling with numbers and stock markets. I can almost hear DA saying "What a waste of time!"
My work at SMG turned out to be less of a bore than I had expected. I was assigned to a daily business program (only weekdays) "China Business Briefing", under Cheng Lei, a rather noted Chinese anchor from CNBC. And I gained her trust almost instantaneously. I have been writing news script (1 piece/day), which are subsequently aired on China Business Briefing. While to date I do relish my foray into the news industry, nevertheless, it is nothing more than the pleasure a dilettante takes from his dabbling in an unknown field. The idea of staying on for good (which means extensive research on marketing, business, success stories, self-help guides: well, gibberish) is simply unbearable.
At the same time, my future still hangs in the air. Indeed, at this minute everthing does look rather promising: there is a good possibility that I will still go to London this September; there is a good chance that finally I might find THE opportuned moment to impart to P the secret I have tried to hide for the last five years (but in vain). Alas! On the darker side, London might eventually prove to be a dead end and as to P, it might be nothing but a reverie. I might, I just might have to eventually start anew, literally. (Way too many "mights" in this paragraph)
My work at SMG turned out to be less of a bore than I had expected. I was assigned to a daily business program (only weekdays) "China Business Briefing", under Cheng Lei, a rather noted Chinese anchor from CNBC. And I gained her trust almost instantaneously. I have been writing news script (1 piece/day), which are subsequently aired on China Business Briefing. While to date I do relish my foray into the news industry, nevertheless, it is nothing more than the pleasure a dilettante takes from his dabbling in an unknown field. The idea of staying on for good (which means extensive research on marketing, business, success stories, self-help guides: well, gibberish) is simply unbearable.
At the same time, my future still hangs in the air. Indeed, at this minute everthing does look rather promising: there is a good possibility that I will still go to London this September; there is a good chance that finally I might find THE opportuned moment to impart to P the secret I have tried to hide for the last five years (but in vain). Alas! On the darker side, London might eventually prove to be a dead end and as to P, it might be nothing but a reverie. I might, I just might have to eventually start anew, literally. (Way too many "mights" in this paragraph)
posted by Almasy at 10:51 PM
2 Comments:
cheer up lad,
nothing can turn sour at this moment, u worry too much.
as for ur work, i do think some people would kill to be in ur shoes now. so b a little more content :]
after all, u r in shanghai... even i miss the city after having left her merely hours ago.
regards,
thanks for the comment. sorry it took me this long to reply. simply couldn't access the server from Shanghai. Stupid COM firewall has made all other features of this blog impossible. It has become nothing but a notebook full of stupid melancholic notes. You are right, I am the doubtful coward!
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