Odds

Meeting Kee Tuan Chye, an admired newspaper editor was indeed somewhat of a litmus test on the validity of the journalistic passions in me that brewed throughout my degree education. At the dusk of it all, when someone of Kee's stature comes up and tells you that there is no future in journalism, it's either that he is right, or I have made the biggest mistake of my life, ever.

But, I think I'll turn out alright.

The day at university wasn't as brightly lit as America is right now. When the 'audacity of hope' shimmers throughout the most prominent democracy in the world, I watched Malaysians politicians in the country battling out over petty protocol at the expense of legislative time allocated to determine national budget.

But, I still love my country more.

I'm reading a lot on journalism philosophy now, and all it has to say about Malaysia is that the press functions like a watchdog on a very short leash all muzzled up. Then again, I remember already knowing that fact going into college.

But, being a journalist is still what I want to be.

Looks like I'd rather keep to the ideals that had me marvelled when I was younger, sleepless before the first day of college and happy as I saw my very first byline. I might be wrong, but who cares, the biggest right is actually making the choices that I won't regret.

And for everything else, God help me! :D