tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88274361744605152712024-02-07T02:04:50.325+00:00Russellby Russell, a 2nd year student of Business LawUniversity of Greenwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05879701446496502511noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827436174460515271.post-86286402133591663782014-04-30T09:29:00.002+01:002014-04-30T09:29:32.095+01:00First World ‘Problems’This day in age, life’s drive seems to be tied to a cellphone,<br />
A cold coffee is seen as unacceptable, more so than an under furnished home.<br />
Food left too long in the fridge is discarded, the first and last slices of bread disregarded<br />
And walking 20 minutes to catch a train is seen as unbearable, one would rather be carted.<br />
“I hate my dad, he got me a Samsung S4 not an iPhone 5S…”<br />
“That girl has the same top as me; I need to buy a new dress!”<br />
Power is lost for a minute, nations come to a halt<br />
Weeks seem to be ruined, because the air conditioning is ‘too cold’.<br />
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Phones hooked on charging cables; modern day slavery chains,<br />
A day without it is unthinkable, in its company you yearn to remain.<br />
But look around you; did you have a meal, and a warm bed to sleep?<br />
Do you have clothes on your back, shoes on your feet?<br />
Now imagine the life of the girl forced into bondage, simply because there’s no other way<br />
A healthy and sustaining life they fail to maintain.<br />
Traded like handshakes they’re abused from one master to the next,<br />
While other people complain about not having ‘Unlimited Texts’.<br />
You dream of starting a family, with a loving spouse and kids<br />
But she’s only 14, beleaguered and already expecting her first kin.<br />
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South of the world and equator you find a young boy, face baked by the sun<br />
Rising before the early bird, in order to begin his daily errand run.<br />
Heels cracked with neglect, bones exposed and under slept.<br />
Not a soul left to fend for him and his siblings,<br />
So the life of responsibility he’s been forced to accept.<br />
The caveman lifestyle is his own as he does not have the luxury of light,<br />
No stove to prepare his food, or padded bedding keeping him warm at night.<br />
The breeze blows over his body, through the crevices formed by his ribs,<br />
He embraces his younger sister, trying to protect her with the last bit of warmth he has to give.<br />
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“One man’s rubbish is another man’s gold,” is a story often told but never understood,<br />
No one will better comprehend these words than those lacking food.<br />
Her mother was struck with an illness, thus she is forced a life on the streets,<br />
Begging from one car to the next, selling her body in search of ‘decent upkeep.’<br />
One man’s trash becomes her meal for the day,<br />
Maybe for the next three, who knows when she will finally get a break?<br />
Young men forced to fight for the freedom of their countries,<br />
Ironically theirs was stolen from their grasp,<br />
But who dares argue with the Third World Trend, that doesn’t risk facing judgemental brass.<br />
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While faces are caked with cosmetics, all she has on her face is despair,<br />
Rummaging through garbage in search of a morsel to spare.<br />
The only thing ‘designer’ about her clothes is their unique wear and tear,<br />
She could be mistaken for a cheetah, with her face visibly lined with dry tears.<br />
Hair lying unkempt on her face, searching for meaning with her stares<br />
A rainbow of waste lies behind her, that’s how we may see it, but she sees a bed.<br />
Before you complain about life being too hard and think fortune evades you<br />
Think of those that have nothing, no food for the table.<br />
Let alone a table for the food, no bed to sleep, no place to call home<br />
No opportunity to read a book or gain education, even though they are more than able.<br />
Often we are ungrateful, disarray becomes common<br />
When we forget that a Third World Blessing, is seen as a First World ‘Problem.’<br />
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Russell Gwata (2014).<br />
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Reviewed by Denise Hebborn & Uzma Kayani.)University of Greenwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05879701446496502511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827436174460515271.post-49045621489903710032014-04-28T15:11:00.000+01:002014-04-28T15:11:02.659+01:00From the frying pan to the fire:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSqeLv5NjVyEL0zU-gr-KW2UpeuYKuTDENcjfrn1Xei2gvvDNmCrV4ShDfy74cfTcO9QF6vNFvvVzbcEVs8mrm_9SnqIzTxZfS-oQiYePMxHulqYUumzbpLQ4d8Cte_pgASsQ4JFaOsHMe/s1600/Russell+bell+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSqeLv5NjVyEL0zU-gr-KW2UpeuYKuTDENcjfrn1Xei2gvvDNmCrV4ShDfy74cfTcO9QF6vNFvvVzbcEVs8mrm_9SnqIzTxZfS-oQiYePMxHulqYUumzbpLQ4d8Cte_pgASsQ4JFaOsHMe/s1600/Russell+bell+3.jpg" height="200" width="150" /></a><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">So I've just finished a two week internship that I had the honour of being
selected for at Bell-Pottinger. Just a short background on the company, it is
the UK's leading PR and Consulting company, working with large multinationals
to improve not only their brand image, but public perception as well. Now,
coming from studying Business Law, this is a major leap, but the opportunity
presented itself (as many have during my time at this university) and I had to
take it up. </span><br />
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the fire. On my very first day I was tasked with completing media profiles and
short memo's for senior staff members, a fair enough start one would assume. As
the days went on, the tasks kept rolling in both in quantity and complexity,
and I soon found myself swamped with duties, a real 'worker'. Now, this
situation can be taken one of two ways, either I'd sulk about it and say I was
incapable, or knuckle down and do what was expected of me, even more than what
they expected in fact. I received great feedback on all my tasks, which were a
bit reminiscent of University assignments instead in this case, it wasn't a case
study I was analysing, it was a real current situation! I found this helped me
when I came back to uni, experiencing some things first hand gives you a
greater appreciation for them and a broader view on how different questions can be answered. <br /><br />
I left with more experience, world class links and a great name on my CV, all
achieved from two weeks of commitment. I can only imagine what I'd have
achieved in a month, or two, or six! My point is use your time here wisely, you
can either enter university and leave with a degree, or enter and leave with
links, work experience, a great social circle, and real future prospects.
University is more than just a chance to get a degree, it's the real
opportunity to build your future brick by brick, the ball is on your court! </span><br />
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Be great... <br /><br />
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Russ.University of Greenwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05879701446496502511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827436174460515271.post-24620186175705888712014-04-07T09:41:00.000+01:002014-04-08T17:20:19.054+01:00Reminiscent:<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It’s been a pretty hectic year, I can’t deny that bit, but I’ve learnt a lot about myself and it’s been invaluable in shaping up my future. Sometime this month I took a second to look back on my life five years ago. I’d have never guessed I’d be where I am now, emotionally, physically, even academically, let alone being in England now. It’s a nice feeling to look back and know that you’ve made progress, I mean, if you could write a letter to yourself five years ago, what would it say? Have you surpassed your expectation s or have you settled for mediocrity?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This blog is going to be short, that will give you all a chance to look back I guess, and now having thought about 5 years back, what can you do today that will make you proud to look back on 5 years later?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Make the most of the time you have now to be able to look back and not hold any regrets. University will be fun, though it will also be challenging, foundations are built or destroyed there so don't find yourself looking back crying over spilt milk. Be open to new experiences, new friends, challenge yourself to leave your comfort zone and take every opportunity to do some good that you can. Opportunities here have knock on effects and speaking from experience, some decisions I made in first year will undoubtedly shape the rest of my life. I mean, if I can do it, a guy from a small African country called Zimbabwe, then, so can you right?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Live. Love. Laugh.</span><br />
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I know, from the title you’re probably assuming that this is
going to be a gloomy post about death and all that nostalgic malarkey, but this
time around I’ll try to add a positive twist.. Key word there being ‘try’. If
you’re still applying to Uni, chances are some of you are still a bit confused
as to whether you’ve chosen the right course. Don’t panic, this is normal, I’m
nearly finished my 2<sup>nd</sup> Year and even I’m still confused!</div>
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Granted you have the freedom (I didn’t really have it), I
believe that you should choose something that you truly enjoy and (borderline)
might even do for free. I mean, if every job paid the exact same amount of
money what would you see yourself doing? At the end of the day it is a bit sad
because money inevitably is power, as much as we hate to admit it, which sways
careers. For example I’m studying Business Law but (as you may have noticed) my
true passion lies in poetry. I reckon, of you can’t pursue your passion; try do
it in your free time, like I do. So if mom and dad want you to be an
accountant, and you literally have no choice but to do that, if photography is
a passion of yours never let it die and make some free time aside for that.<o:p></o:p></div>
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You don’t want to find yourself in a situation where you’re
middle aged and evaluate your life and ask yourself “Is this what my life has
really come up to?” If you can, chase your passion, because when the salaries
and job perks are all gone, you’ll still have it, and wouldn’t you want to go having
lived a happy and fulfilled life?<o:p></o:p></div>
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In my opinion, rather be poor or just adequate, and
genuinely content, than filthy rich and miserable. I don’t know, we’re all
different, but that’s what Russell Thinks.<o:p></o:p></div>
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University of Greenwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05879701446496502511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827436174460515271.post-89413934088586528922014-03-11T09:38:00.000+00:002014-03-25T09:38:36.096+00:00Unspoken LoveTwo hearts seem to have reached a place that not many get to explore,<br />
The temptations they escaped, whispers they silenced and through the improbable they tore.<br />
Accrediting their union to destiny would be a mere understatement,<br />
As their paths always seemed to meet again, as if they silently waited.<br />
The past became the present and suddenly gave promise of a future,<br />
He cherished her, he adored her, looked up to her, he knew her.<br />
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He found weaknesses where she posed strength,<br />
Not many were so lucky.<br />
To see beyond her bold speech, confident smile and deep peering eyes, selectively trusting.<br />
At first she kept her guard, but soon it would fall<br />
When she realised he meant no harm, and slowly her heart began to warm.<br />
One would assume they would constantly express,<br />
The love they seem to be unable to digress,<br />
The connection, their similarities and choices they wouldn’t regret.<br />
Over music they bonded, it always said what they couldn’t<br />
So conversations were sometimes substituted by playlists,<br />
The notes struck the perfect silver lining, pristine and stainless.<br />
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How is it possible for two souls to find complete cooperation with no words exchanged?<br />
Even when words, glances and voices are taken away the emotion remains the same.<br />
Like the bond shared between twins, as two beings separated at birth<br />
Such is their unspoken link, that seems to be able to bind heaven and earth..<br />
Because when he needs uplifting she is his heaven, when he needs to be grounded she becomes his earth.<br />
No mineral, stock, or goldsmith could ever dictate her worth.<br />
The distance between them seems to bear not a meaning at all,<br />
For all he cares he could be starving, broken, defeated and poor.<br />
During the day they frolic, and at night they pray<br />
Send their prayers up to the heavens for the Creator to pave their way.<br />
Boundaries need not be discussed, as somehow they thrive on their unspoken trust<br />
Their muted unison, their unspoken love.<br />
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Alas the ‘Wordsmith’ seems to be at a loss for words,<br />
The poet can’t think of a rhyme,<br />
He could ramble on for days, even months,<br />
But will never be able to capture the essence of what they share in a matter of rhyming lines..<br />
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Some things go without saying, some doors don’t always need to be opened,<br />
I guess that’s what’s made it strong and golden, their love… Unspoken.<br />
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University of Greenwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05879701446496502511noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827436174460515271.post-54444268677490556172014-02-27T09:51:00.000+00:002014-02-27T09:51:59.538+00:00Chronicles of a 2nd Year:It’s about time I get back on a University focused blog post, it’s been a while haha. The second year has been a summit, LITERALLY! My first term (September to December) was packed with assignments and coursework, back to back and for at least 2 months straight I couldn’t get my head above the water. It’s true what they say, the difference between the 1st and 2nd year can be seen as quite a big leap, obviously depending on the programme you study. I guess I was a little lucky because I tried to stay on my feet the whole of 1st year, but even with all my preparation in some aspects I found myself lacking…<br />
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It more or less comes down to preparation, as well as being in the correct mind-set to take the year on by the horns, otherwise a lacklustre approach will poison any prospects in the 2nd year. University has now more or less ‘kicked in’ and it’s now literally sink or swim so it’s always advisable to try and get going as soon as possible. Not that I want to make you scared or anything, not at all, just letting you know something that not many people told me before my 2nd year began so you’ll probably be in a better position than I was! Lol.<br />
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BUT, my second term is a lot less intensive, I find myself having a lot more free time to study and get some work done so I finally get to breathe before my exams… *exhales contently* Now I can begin to focus on my upcoming placement as well and though the first half was busy, I must say I’ve enjoyed my 2nd year, made the best of all my opportunities which is something I’d also encourage you to do. Opportunities ALWAYS present themselves in this University; you just have to take them. Speaking from experience, one last minute decision to join a mentoring scheme that I knew nothing about has led to a yearlong placement at the illustrious IBM so that goes to show that if someone from a little country in the south of Africa can make it this far, so can you!<br />
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ALSO, remember how I play for the Uni Basketball team (for those that do), we're still unbeaten in two years and have a big cup game this Wednesday (26th Feb 2014) against a team a few leagues above us, cue the butterflies! #workhardplayhard<br />
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University of Greenwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05879701446496502511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827436174460515271.post-13121365804086711222014-02-12T12:40:00.001+00:002014-02-12T12:40:37.868+00:00The Smiling AssassinThe green gleam of the moon shining off the surface of the murky swamp
illuminated the entire forest,<br />Night time seemed to signify life as the
orchestra of insects in plants chimed all in a perfect symphony,<br />Music to the
ears of the alligator.<br />
Some say his smile is fake, for it’s the one he passes
just before he grants death,<br />But can he really be put to trial, for his
natural instinct, for his murderous and sin filled breath?<br />
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The lone raft dances smoothly in the water,<br />In line with each passing
wave, like a ballerina at the mercy of her dance partner,<br />The wave sways, so
does she.<br />In the distance sings a dying motor, one that seems to be choking
on its own fumes,<br />During the daytime it was silent, it seems like it uses the
night time as it’s muse…<br />And then you have the lone wanderer, searching the
open expansion as if in search of meaning,<br />He remembers a love once felt a
kiss once tasted, all he sees in his mind is her smile, gleaming.<br />He slowly
walks to the leaning tree looking out into the swamp where they had said they
would meet,<br />But instead of him, the illustrious smiling assassin that day she
did meet.<br />
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He was too late, couldn't have arrived at a worse time,<br />Instead of insects
and the odd amphibian, her dying screams provided that nights chime.<br />He often
returns to the spot, the location her life was ended.<br />Breathe in, breathe
out, here’s to another day of pretending.<br />Pretending he doesn't still hear
her voice asking him why he let it be,<br />Why this has become her resting place
and her home, the swamp, and peering trees dressed in murky green…<br />
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Russell Gwata (2014).University of Greenwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05879701446496502511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827436174460515271.post-76627850083788557932014-01-30T10:44:00.001+00:002014-01-30T10:44:32.496+00:00The Game Changer's Code<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24.375px;">Dreams are born in sleep and achieved through action. Anyone that’s ever done anything great in their life started urged by an idea, which became a passion, that turned into an urge leading on to a hunger to succeed. If you weren’t born with a silver spoon in your mouth, don’t expect anyone to hand it to you, take life by the collar, each morning you wake up out of bed what are you doing to clench that vision? That dream…</span><br />
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The game changer is the guy that got out of his bed and decided to make something out of his life. Being comfortable does not mean accomplishment, it means fear. Fear to walk paths less often trod and fear to dare, to question life, systems, and how we have all conformed to them. The world has advanced from the stone age, to the industrial revolution and to the smart age that we so effortlessly thrive in now. Were cavemen not living seemingly comfortable lives? They had food, shelter, families and good health. But it took one person that dared to dream, dared to harness the elements of nature, dared to make the first efficient and long lasting light bulb, a man like Thomas Edison. The worlds greatest inventors and pioneers are people that took on everyday problem by finding a way to practically deal with them, the world seemed fine with modern mp3 players until Steve Jobs woke up and decided to make a difference. You see, greatness, desire, drive, they’re not taught. They are embedded IN YOU. All it takes is you tapping into that and truly realising your potential.</div>
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Maturity begins when you realise that you have to fend for yourself, and be aggressive to get what you want. How many more times is the go-getter more successful than the laid back ‘comfortable’ individual? An education won’t make you great, a degree won’t make you live any longer than you’re entitled to, but drive will. Bill Gates, Sir Richard Branson, Maverick Carter, Paul Allen and Michael Dell, all have things in common, neither of them have college degrees but what they did have is a dream, the difference between them and the rest of us is that they actually got up and did something about that. A degree is a label, it’s a piece of paper that supposedly make’s you a better person than one without but as Albert Einstein once famously said, “Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by it’s ability to climb a tree it will live it’s whole life believing that it is stupid.” Look at the major companies you know, Apple, Nike, IBM, even Microsoft, the chances are that the founder and/or CEO has less qualifications than his/her senior subordinates. Meaning, you pay top money to get the top education, given the highest academic honours possible to work <em style="color: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.625;">for </em>someone and help build <em style="color: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.625;">their</em> dream instead of your own? Sixteen plus years in education, countless books, teachers, lessons, and massive school rooms and hallways to end up in a 4x4m cubicle with irregular toilet breaks and lunch breaks <em style="color: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.625;">given </em>to you? Bear in mind, these are those that have it better off than most employees, these are the “seniors.” I know we need ‘systems’ they apparently make the world tick right? But why live, learn and be ‘trained’ to be a king/queen only to end up being ushered towards being his servant.</div>
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I’m not saying quit school, I’m not saying leave your jobs, what I’m getting at is that if that doesn’t fulfill you and make you content then why not dare to be different? A friend of mine once told me, “If your WHY is important to you then the HOW doesn’t matter.” Meaning if your drive and reason for believing is important then how you get there is down to you, are you willing to shed blood, sweat and tears for it? I could even take the contextual view of giving examples of good sportsmen and women you know, the Michael Jordan’s, Pele’s, Shelly-Ann Fraiser’s and Jessica Ennis’ of the world. Talent only got them so far, the rest was hard work, determination, and focus to go beyond what their talent ‘allowed’ them. Even the best work, wake up early and put in the hours, AND THAT’S WHY THEY REMAIN THE BEST, what’s your excuse? In the immortalised and ever-so referenced words of Kevin Durant, “Hard work beats talent when talent fails to work hard.”</div>
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Companies need workers, schools need students, but why can’t you be the company? Why can’t you be the GAME CHANGER…</div>
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University of Greenwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05879701446496502511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827436174460515271.post-17637468945661418372014-01-03T10:46:00.000+00:002014-01-10T10:48:33.927+00:00'Resolutions'It’s just about that time of year when people start the whole ‘New Year New
Me’ vibe right? So much can be said about these (mainly) false statements but
I’m not going to get into all of that, I can only grab your attention for so
long after all. <br />
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Besides stating the obvious inevitability of the majority of these
resolutions going bust after a week, instead I’ll pose a question. Fair and
fine, lets say you legitimately want to ‘change’ and have new goals and the
like, why wait until the New Year to initiate that change? If it’s something you
really want to get started on why wait till an entirely brand new year to decide
to change. Why not just wake up tomorrow and be a ‘new you’ there and then?
Every single morning you wake up, you’re given a chance to be that person, to
change not only yourself but the world as well. No need to hide behind a
calendar event to make things happen. If you’re going to wait till the following
year to make things happen, whats stopped you all this time that’s not going to
stop you in 2014? Unless you’ve landed some multimillionaire contract on the 1st
of January, or you’re being let out from prison or oppression on that day then
everything that held you back in 2013 will still be present in 2014 right? All
that’s changed is your <em>perception </em>of it. The fact that it’s a ‘new
page’ makes you reckon everything has been left behind, but it hasn’t. Maybe
it’s a matter of you not using the turn of a calendar year to make a difference
but just waking up, and making it happen. <br />
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Instead of preaching to people all you’re going to change about yourself, why
not do it quietly, if your change is that significant <em>they</em><em>
</em>will notice, and actually point it out to you. Don’t speak know your
success or goals because there will always be people waiting for you to trip up,
and they’ll let you know when you do. Personal goals are meant to be PERSONAL
GOALS, that way failure can only be credited to you and not an ill-wisher. I’m
not saying be sly about your motives, okay I’ll be a typical guy and use
football as an example. Sir Alex Ferguson probably had tonnes of major players
he failed to sign but we only know of a handful because he kept it behind closed
doors, so we’ll never see him as a failure. Whereas David Moyes (new Manchester
United Manager) let the media know of the big signings he planned to land, and
when he failed, did he not just look like an underachiever unable of carrying
out expressed intent? There you have it. <br />
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Sometime it’s beyond you fair and fine but when given the option, the only
person you should feel need to confide personal/characteristic objectives is the
person in the mirror. I mean, if you really want to make a legitimate change,
start tomorrow (hypothetically speaking). After all, practically speaking, whats
the difference…?<br />
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Besides, I’m sure you’ve all heard this before. I’m not coming up with new
life principals/philosophies off the top of my head on a regular, I’m not
<em>yet </em>on that level of intellectual genius. In most cases, I just express
things that everyone thinks, but never stops to say…<br />
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<br />University of Greenwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05879701446496502511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827436174460515271.post-2284582221873544122013-12-20T16:23:00.003+00:002013-12-20T16:23:43.339+00:00It’s a Guy thing (Independence vs Feminism)I’ve decided to take a break from the poetry for a second, and go back to
some pressing topics, and this will be about a topic that’s been debated in
politics, religion and more specifically to this post, in relationships. This is
about ‘Independence’, or at least what many females perceive it to be this day
in age.<br />
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See, the Oxford Dictionary defines being independent as, “not depending on
another for livelihood or subsistence”, “not connected with another or with each
other” and “free from outside control; not subject to another’s authority.”
Simple enough so far right? Okay. It get’s complicated when this term, rather,
mindset, is incorporated into a relationship. Over time I’ve come to realise
that many females tend to want to enter and go through a relationship with this
kind of mindset, and in most cases they have a reason to, some guy probably
messed it up for the rest of the male gender way back when. And I get it, it’s
understandable to want to ‘be your own person’ when in a relationship but the
extent to which many-a-female (not all of you, don’t worry) go with this is a
tad bit extreme, and in most cases unreasonable, leading to fights. This is to
the guys, just for a second, how many of you have been involved in this kind of
situation before:<br />
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Waiter/Cashier: Thanks, if that’s all your bill will be $(insert amount).<br />
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Guy: Cheers. *pulls out wallet*<br />
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Girlfriend: No, it’s fine babe, I can pay for myself.<br />
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Guy: No don’t worry about it, that’s what I’m here for. *warm smile*<br />
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Girlfriend: What you’re here for? I can pay for myself thank you, I don’t
need you spending money on me it’s alright, I have my own.<br />
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Waiter/Cashier: …. *awkwardly looks on*<br />
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You know that moment when you’re trying to do the ‘gentlemanly’ thing and pay
the bill, or for her shopping, and she takes it as a swipe to her pride or
independence? Look, ladies, when we offer to pay, it’s not that we think you’re
incapable, or inferior, or can’t fend for yourself, there’s no better way to put
it than that ‘It’s a guy thing.’ I can’t even classify it as pride, well, maybe
so, but it’s something we all have, it’s embedded in us to naturally want to
take care and provide for you. It’s been passed on from millennium upon
millennium, going right back to the dawn of time as far as hunter gatherers, men
naturally protected and provided,and women nurtured. This isn’t a debate on
sexism, or on the different roles we should each have but what I’m getting at is
that in most cases it’s not our choice, it’s instinct, forged by centuries of
repetition and practice. <br />
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It’s almost the same case when you offer us money or buy us something while
we’re there, how many guys do you know that will accept it with a smile and no
conscience. This is the biggest example of a ‘Guy Thing’, I know it looks like
pride and all but naturally, the testosterone and masculinity in us has a hard
time showing any signs of dependence or submission. This doesn’t only go for
jerks, even the nicest of guys find this hard in most cases, only because that’s
how we naturally are, obviously with time it gets better either if you develop a
really close friendship or relationship, but generally, it goes against every
fiber in our simple brains. I know that in most cases you have the “Oh, you
don’t want to feel emasculated do you?” reaction, and it’s not to the extent
that you assume it is, I won’t lie, probably subconsciously it’s a masculinity
thing. I actually had this conversation with a particularly independently minded
female individual and after giving my side, and her giving hers, we came to a
mutual agreement, “It’s a Guy Thing.” The sooner this is understood and
accepted, things can move on. I’m not saying that we should pay 24/7, and you
shouldn’t buy/offer money, all I’m saying is that if we refuse, or seem bothered
by this, don’t take offence, it’s just how we’re wired and with some patience
and settling, we find a way to find a way to take the backseat.<br />
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Independence is then commonly mistaken with feminism. Feminism is defined by
the Oxford Dictionary as, “the advocacy of women’s rights on the ground of the
equality of the sexes.” See the difference? Independence is focused on oneself,
whereas feminism only advocates for equality. Fair and fine they have
similarities but not allowing a guy to buy you something, or open your door, or
let you through the door first is not being a feminist, that’s an attempt at
independence. In life, especially in relationships, there will be times when
both of us, males and females, will have to let this instinctive and insecure
pride aside for the sake of maintaining favourable relations. Feminism should be
debated in society, politics, and in the work place, as soon as you see yourself
bringing it up when concerning matters of the heart know that you’re on the
wrong trail.<br />
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People get it twisted, they take a person having an emotional ‘dominance’
over them as weakness. Instead I believe it’s a strength, strength to put your
own desires, needs, and selfish whims aside, for the better of a ‘we’ instead of
a ‘me’. Many people follow the Independent lady persona but in case you didn’t
realise, she’s SINGLE (Yes, even in Ne-yo’s music video, she’s single). It’s
completely understandable to be self reliant if you’re not in a commitment
because in all honesty, you have every right to go out there and get it on your
own. That’s the thing, you can’t be a Miss Independent in a relationship because
what makes up a relationship? Two people sharing similar interest finding joy in
each other’s company down to an intimate and soulful level. Don’t get me wrong,
a relationship doesn’t mean you lose your individuality, it just means that it
becomes acceptable to let someone else take the steering wheel for a bit. It’s
possible to maintain control, even while letting someone else have an
influential say, I mean, just ask the First Lady of the United States of
America. You can tell that she’s her own lady, but still, she strikes a balance,
see for yourself. To be independent is not to have individuality.<br />
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You see at the end of the day the thing about (exaggerated)independence is
that if that’s how you live your life, how you conduct your relationships,
believing on self reliance in order to deny anyone else so called ‘control over
you’, in most cases if not all cases that’s how you’ll end up… By your self…
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There’s no better way to put it than saying “No guy wants to date another
guy.”<br />
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<br />University of Greenwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05879701446496502511noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827436174460515271.post-47037655718686784072013-11-29T14:39:00.000+00:002013-11-29T14:39:17.487+00:00Discovering Yourself<div>
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Segoe;"><span style="font-size: 11.818181991577148px; line-height: 12.727272033691406px;">During your time at university, chances are you may have an identity crisis. This is where I believe you'll truly discover who you are as a person so I wrote a poem that relates well to this:</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Segoe;"><span style="font-size: 11.818181991577148px; line-height: 12.727272033691406px;">Looking in the mirror, unsure of what you see, </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Segoe;"><span style="font-size: 11.818181991577148px; line-height: 12.727272033691406px;">Created by rumors, and what people believe. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Segoe;"><span style="font-size: 11.818181991577148px; line-height: 12.727272033691406px;">In a hope to be accepted, we foolishly accept</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Segoe;"><span style="font-size: 11.818181991577148px; line-height: 12.727272033691406px;">A life chosen by others, forever to live in regret.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Segoe;"><span style="font-size: 11.818181991577148px; line-height: 12.727272033691406px;">Individuality is seen as foreign, probably as much as the person who holds the title. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Segoe;"><span style="font-size: 11.818181991577148px; line-height: 12.727272033691406px;">The strong willed are cast out and judged to be loners</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Segoe;"><span style="font-size: 11.818181991577148px; line-height: 12.727272033691406px;">So they plug their headphones in, and Into the music they zone out.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Segoe;"><span style="font-size: 11.818181991577148px; line-height: 12.727272033691406px;">Friends dictate your thoughts and the emotions held by your heart,</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Segoe;"><span style="font-size: 11.818181991577148px; line-height: 12.727272033691406px;">But still we follow the crowd, in fear of being cast out </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Segoe;"><span style="font-size: 11.818181991577148px; line-height: 12.727272033691406px;">You slowly become what you thought you would never be,</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Segoe;"><span style="font-size: 11.818181991577148px; line-height: 12.727272033691406px;">But is that not what they love? Is that not what they want to see? </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Segoe;"><span style="font-size: 11.818181991577148px; line-height: 12.727272033691406px;">Lessons taught by elders wither away with all morals,</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Segoe;"><span style="font-size: 11.818181991577148px; line-height: 12.727272033691406px;">We wear the mask forged by peer pressure</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Segoe;"><span style="font-size: 11.818181991577148px; line-height: 12.727272033691406px;">And instead of leading we follow. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Segoe;"><span style="font-size: 11.818181991577148px; line-height: 12.727272033691406px;">So as you breathe your last, and you ask yourself who you are, </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Segoe;"><span style="font-size: 11.818181991577148px; line-height: 12.727272033691406px;">Were you living as you? Were you unique and free?</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Segoe;"><span style="font-size: 11.818181991577148px; line-height: 12.727272033691406px;">Or were you living the life that people wanted to see?</span></span></div>
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University of Greenwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05879701446496502511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827436174460515271.post-34019474524929329772013-11-27T15:15:00.004+00:002013-11-27T15:15:41.365+00:00Poem: Mr Right<div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;">
<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Cambria, serif;">He came
into your life when it had lost its cause, </span><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"><br />
<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">When the shackles of guilt dragged you down to
the floor.</span><br />
<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">When your reputation was laid to rest,</span><br />
<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Along with the memory, of any good you had ever
met.</span><br />
<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">At night you were haunted by the evil you had
done</span><br />
<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">What the world saw as evil, you saw as fun.</span></span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Cambria, serif;">You
shut the world out, you built up walls</span><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"><br />
<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Little did you know, they would be your demise
and fall.</span><br />
<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Many have come before him, and a few may come
after,</span><br />
<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">But none will bring such joy, and share such
laughter. </span><br />
<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">He reminded you how to feel and how to let the
pain seep</span><br />
<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Out of your troubled mind, and bury it in the
deep.</span></span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Cambria, serif;">Day one
was a step. Day two was a leap,</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Cambria, serif;">Day 3
was four more. And day four was a week.</span><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"><br />
<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Slowly you grew, and drew the mask away from
your face</span><br />
<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">To finally show your beauty to finally share
your grace. </span><br />
<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">He did what many thought impossible,</span><br />
<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">He pursued and he achieved</span><br />
<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">To finally make you confident,</span><br />
<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">And see yourself as unique.</span></span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Cambria, serif;">But his
kindness was taken for granted,</span><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"><br />
<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">His love was taken as weakness,</span><br />
<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Soon would arise, </span><br />
<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">The evil he thought he had defeated.</span><br />
<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Now he was just another guy, </span><br />
<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">No different than those that came before</span><br />
<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">It's time he packs his bags and leaves </span><br />
<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">It's time he blesses another soul.</span><br />
<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Many told him how it would end, the ending of
their show</span></span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Cambria, serif;">But
that’s what he gets for playing Mr Right,</span><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"><br />
<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">It’s my time to go.</span></span><o:p></o:p></div>
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University of Greenwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05879701446496502511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827436174460515271.post-89904098532637102342013-11-13T12:20:00.002+00:002013-11-13T12:20:39.583+00:00Poem: Alone But Not Lonely<div class="MsoNormal">
Got a tad bit of inspiration so I wrote this poem over the
last 20 minutes, no real reason, just wrote it. Please let me know what you
think or any comments you might have.. Thanks :) <br />
<br /><b>Alone But Not Lonely</b></div>
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The person who smiles at you in the mirror, <br />
Is the only person who's smile will forever be sincere . <br />
The person that tells you that you can do it, <br />
When nobody else is there. <br />
So often we put our trust in people <br />
That only have their own reflection in mind<br />
As long as they are taken account for, everything else 'will follow in time'. <br />
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Kindness has a price, a cost so evident yet we fail to see <br />
Like a dream lost from mind, a dream we fail to retrieve. <br />
After your parents have done their job, who puts the clothes on your back? <br />
Who wipes your tears at night? Who talks you to sleep? <br />
Who's company do you find you will forever keep? <br />
The person that's been there the whole time, <br />
And will be there even in your grave. <br />
The person that so often keeps you in line, <br />
Yes, the person that shares your face. <br />
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See at the end of the day we're individuals, <br />
Victims of our own whims<br />
You're the only person you can connect with on a mental, emotional, and
spiritual tip. <br />
Do you ever find yourself being happy, when there's no one else around? <br />
When that little voice in your head is all you need for a calming sound. <br />
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It's the voice that drives you forward, when spectators melt into the
background <br />
It's the person that chuckles at your humour, when everyone else seems to
frown. <br />
See another person can make you happy, but not even they will be around for
eternity <br />
Some day they too will depart, whether in life, in the after life, or possibly
to purgatory. <br />
So just take a second to look in the mirror, smile at what you see<br />
Because though you, we, may be alone, we'll never be lonely. <br />
I could be speaking for myself, when I say that I can be alone and content, <br />
When no urge tugging at you, to find another individual to protect. <br />
I think I've finally found peace, and I'm aware that it's probably showing. <br />
That I may be alone alone, but definitely not lonely... <br />
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Russell Gwata (2013). <o:p></o:p></div>
University of Greenwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05879701446496502511noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827436174460515271.post-88269945759928040912013-10-24T09:20:00.000+01:002013-10-24T09:20:48.816+01:00Placements, Placements, Placements…In my last few blogs I've touched a bit on placements, but I haven’t really gone into much detail. Well… Enough detail to get you by, I wouldn't want to bore you with facts and figures now would I?<br />
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Moving on then, here’s a short bullet point list regarding the steps you should take in order to firstly choose a company, and secondly actually get higher chances of getting the job:<br />
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<b>Ask yourself, “Do I really want to do a Placement Year? If so, why?”</b><br />
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<li>Fair enough, I've gone on about how beneficial a placement year is but these were benefits that I derived from my own personal research and aspirations. For some people, placements just aren't their thing; they’d rather complete Uni and then start worrying about getting a job (you decide the practicality of that).</li>
<li>Obviously the potential income is extremely enticing however; THIS SHOULDN'T BE YOUR MAIN REASON. If you let the drive for money be your sole motivation in terms of placements, you’ll just end up doing a placement that you don’t actually want to do and has no correlation with your degree or future career prospects. Bear in mind I’m not saying that money shouldn't be a motive, it is, and always will be, that’s why we all work after all, just don’t let that be your only and most important reason. The real rewards are intangible, such as experience and self-satisfaction.</li>
<li>Identify the benefits that it could give YOU, whether it is the experience, networking or income.</li>
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<b>You've decided right? Great! Next step:</b><br />
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<li>If you haven’t done so already, consult your parents/guardians, tutor or advisor and see if they support your initiative. If you still have some uncertainty, the university have placement talks and workshops organised by the by the Guidance Employability Team and Business Employability office which will give you an opportunity to ask any questions and in some cases, actually hear what employers think about the scheme.</li>
<li>Once you’re certain that this is what you want to do, send an email to busemployability@gre.ac.uk containing your Full Name, Course Title and Year, Banner ID No. as well as a short note stating that you would like your mode of study to be changed from full-time to a sandwich course. With this option, you have nothing to lose because even if you don’t get a placement for whatever reason, your mode of study can easily be changed back to full time.</li>
<li>If possible, try and get your course changed either before the end of your first year, or as soon as you start your second year. That way you have a lot more time to actually look for placements and bear in mind most big companies have their application deadlines in October and even November!</li>
<li>Some websites that I find really helpful in searching for internships and placements are www.milkround.co.uk, www.prospects.co.uk and www.ratemyplacement.co.uk. My personal favourite is Rate My Placement, I found it a lot more specific in terms of actual companies that gave placements etc. however I’m not taking anything away from the other two, check them out too, you might like them more.</li>
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<b>Now the ‘hard’ bit, before applying:</b><br />
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<li>Do some research into the industry you would like to go into, ideally something that links up well with your degree and third year modules. Get at least a minimum of 20-25 businesses in that industry that you would like to go into, and then another 10 in a related industry which skills are transferable. I know, I know, this seems like a lot, but trust me, once you comprehend the amount of applications sent to these companies by students just like you and I, you’ll apply to as many as possible to raise your chances, and you would really have nothing much to lose.</li>
<li>Like mentioned above, try and get your course changed as soon as you decide, preferably first few weeks of the second year. Next most, if not all placements primarily target students on the path to getting a 2:1 so it’s really advisable that you get good marks for the first year.</li>
<li>Before sending out any applications, unless if you are 153% certain that your CV and cover letters are flawless, set up an appointment with the Business Employability office by emailing your full name, Banner ID and a note stating that you would like to book a CV and Cover Letter Clinic to busemployability@gre.ac.uk. Trust me, this helps! I had so much confidence in my CV until my clinic where so many corrections came up and I left with a much better CV. I HIGHLY RECOMMEND THIS!!!!!</li>
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<b>Finally, applying:</b><br />
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<li>Once you have your ammunition ready, that being your CV and list of companies, you’re ready to apply. A quick note though, in most cases it’s highly unadvisable to have a generic Cover Letter because companies want to feel that you wrote it specifically for them, that will impress them a lot.</li>
<li>For companies that require some form of online tests, get some practice questions done beforehand to give you a better understanding. There are some practise psychometric tests available via the student portal if need be.</li>
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On a closing note, throughout the whole process remember the fact that you’re not alone, aside from the employability offices, there are tutors, and even lecturers that would be happy to give you more information or guidance regarding this. The large majority of employers out there look for graduates with work experience and if you have a year’s placement experience under your belt, guess what, your chances just doubled! I take a placement year like a Demo for a Playstation (or Xbox -_-) game because it gives you a taste of what the real thing is like, which in this case would be an actual full time job and professional environment, and it gives you some valuable experience all before the real thing.<br />
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But yeah, this is my blog dedicated to placements, I hope I've shed some light on pressing issues and managed to give some useful information.<br />
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Till we read again…University of Greenwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05879701446496502511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827436174460515271.post-42625242812412755762013-10-02T09:13:00.000+01:002013-10-10T09:14:21.766+01:00Start of second year<div class="MsoNormal">
Well, 2<sup>nd</sup> Year has definitely started with a
bang. Complete contrast from first year where you’re kind of eased into the
workload, 2<sup>nd</sup> year is the complete contrast because you pretty much
have no option but to hit the ground running! However, what I can reflect on is
the fact that since I paid a reasonable amount of attention in my first year,
nothing this year is really taking me by surprise that much. It’s obviously a
lot more work crammed into a short amount of time but this is the vital time to
gain those ‘time management’ skills we've been drilled into familiarising
ourselves with since the age of fourteen. My advice to those entering the 2<sup>nd</sup>
year of study is to draft up a coursework planner, this way when you have a
constant reminder of when your deadlines are, you’ll be more inclined to
actually get started. <o:p></o:p></div>
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As employability is also becoming a major issue, I’d also
advice students to consider a placement year as I believe that apart from your
degree, this is the next best thing to have on your CV. Placement years give
students that work experience that all employers seem to be constantly after
and if you can provide evidence of experience, this will make your application
more lucrative. On a professional point of view, others take University as a
chance to get a degree, I take it as a chance to build up my CV, there are so
many things that you can get involved with between the first and the third year
to have a ‘banging’ CV. One of the
biggest drawbacks to graduates is lack of knowledge in general, so give our
Guidance Employability Team or our Business Employability Team a visit and
they’ll be able to help you with anything from Cover Letters, to CV’S to advice
in the top graduate employers.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But on a whole I look forward to the challenges this year
will bring, after all, no place worth going has an easy pathway right?<o:p></o:p></div>
University of Greenwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05879701446496502511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827436174460515271.post-75015928871262422932013-07-03T10:07:00.000+01:002013-07-15T10:08:22.359+01:00Looking back at my first year..<div class="MsoNormal">
To my beloved readers, <o:p></o:p></div>
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This is officially my first blog of my summer break and I
must say its going pretty well (thus far). As we 'speak' I'm writing this from
the motherland (Zimbabwe, Africa) which is where I will be spending the
majority of my holiday, yes we have internet, haha. I must say it's good to be
back home, seeing familiar faces and getting to spend some time with those I
cherish. As I look back on my First Year, I reckon I had quite a successful
outcome. Entering the UK as a foreigner one would expect that the sudden change
of culture and principles would do my head in but instead, it was the comlete
opposite! I hit the ground running, so to speak, and within a few weeks of my
education at the University of Greenwuch I was elected by my peers to be the
Student Representative of the class and I had managed to score my first job
within the University as a Senior Events Assistant. Quite a fair start I must
say :) ! As the months rolled on and I got more stuck into the University I
became a member of the 1st Team Basketball, got promoted to the Recruitment
Ambassador position and managed to get my second job within the University as
an Enquiry Unit Assistant, which is where I got involved in Student Blogging.
My exam results were well above average, managing to attain the highest marks
in my class for all three examinations.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Looking back on those results I wonder how I did it
lol. I mean, I had a blast during my first year and really managed to let loose
and enjoy myself but when it was time to work, boy did I work! That goes to
show that it is in fact possible to enjoy your first year and still get really
good grades, I'm a living testimony! One major piece of advice, PAY NO
ATTENTION TO THE PHRASE "FIRST YEAR DOESN'T COUNT"!! Fair enough most
courses do not include first year marks in the final degree but think about it,
doing well in your first year makes the second and third years so much easier
because you would have managed to pick up some valuable momentum. This piece of
advice also specially goes out to students wishing to take a placement year in
their industry of choice, companies will definitely look at your first year
performance!<o:p></o:p></div>
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On a closing note, I just want to say that my first year was
unforgettable and the more you put into the University of Greenwich, the more
you will get out. This is regardless of your age, gender, religion, ethnicity,
physical appearance/ability or what football team you support lol. The
University of Greenwich prides itself on it's diversity so I assure you, all
are welcome. Stay safe, and enjoy the summer! :)<o:p></o:p></div>
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Russ<o:p></o:p></div>
University of Greenwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05879701446496502511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827436174460515271.post-33256836548816166482013-06-04T14:39:00.002+01:002013-06-04T14:39:45.760+01:00End of first year..So, first year is finally done and I can't say that I haven't had a great time. I've made friends for life and had such an amazing experience, having moments I'll truly savour for the rest of my life. The workload took some getting used to but after you're in the rhythm of things it all seems to pass by easily. My exams went quite well though, I got top grades for all my classes which will definitely help me since I'll be looking to do a placement year after my second year.<br />
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This summer I'm going back to the motherland, and I must say I'm looking forward to being back home in Zimbabwe. Although I would have loved to experience the full length and effects of the infamous British summer but hey, there's always next year :). A piece of advice to all those reading, summer is the perfect time to let loose and all but it's also one of the best opportunities to get some valuable work experience that will surely stand out on your CV so get stuck in! <br />
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All summed up, first year was awesome, I worked hard, and I played hard, balancing my time, and I can't say that I could have had a better time! Cheers.University of Greenwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05879701446496502511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827436174460515271.post-74765271755801543202013-05-08T13:05:00.002+01:002013-05-08T13:05:40.034+01:00Third World, First Home. (Zimbabwe)<br />
Is your knowledge of my home based on what you have discerned on your own or on what you have been told? If the media holds the paint brush that tells the story of our demise with the earth as it’s canvas, you, the audience, are left with little to no choice to take the painter’s work as it is, no questions, no analysis. But do you know the story behind the strokes of paint so eloquently displayed, that only tell tales of misery, and choose to leave out the rest? You see, I’m no politician. I won’t venture into unfamiliar territory with a lack of facts, knowledge and resources. But what I do know is that we are far from the common misconception. Can you be blamed though? I mean the only time we are ever in the headlines is when there is a collapse in economy or health standards. The only thing you are shown is poverty, death, corruption and our supposed ‘primitive nature’. Have you ever asked yourself what the painter is hiding? If my home is really as bad as it’s seen on his canvas? You never see the bright lights, or the friendly inhabitants of our cities. You never see the roads, the cars, or the literate individuals that rank us as the most literate country in Africa.<br />
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All they show you is the dust, the infamous political speeches and acts of violence, the mud houses and the wildlife, which seems to be all we are ever positively known for really. Is this so called ‘news’ reality, or misguided perception fueled by contempt in reaction to our refusal to conform? I Googled Zimbabwe and on the first page of image results all that came up was poor children asking for food, sick people in hospital, our cash crises and policemen issuing beatings to a member of the public (excluding maps of course). Note I said THE VERY FIRST page!<br />
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With the growing importance of the Internet, if someone is from a More Economically Developed Country is to Google Zimbabwe and that’s what they see, it only shows what they are fed to believe. Only a few beautiful nature shots came up of a Wonder of the world people claim isn’t ours, no social gatherings, or vehicles, or buildings, or success. This is what the painter chooses to show you. You never see images of our capital city like this do you:<br />
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Upon hearing and witnessing my linguistic skills people often ask me where I’m from. I proudly smirk and reply, “Zimbabwe, why do you ask?” (Knowing the answer). Followed by their generic reply, “Ummmm, are you sure?” After a few more minutes of convincing, and letting them know I've lived there for 19 years and have been here (London) for less than a year, still in doubt they conclude, “Wow, your English is really good, you sound so ‘posh’.” At first I took offence to such exchanges, I mean what did you expect me to sound like? Did you expect that I walk 10 miles every morning to get clean water? That I have a pet lion and ride elephant’s to school? That was all till I began to feel sorry for these inquisitors, realising their unintended ignorance. Thus I realised, they ask me these questions not out of intention to offend, but because such stereotypes have been engraved into their being, so what more do they expect. I often find myself having to explain how admirable life is in my home country because if not me, who else will? Fair and fine our economy isn’t the most reputable around, nor is our way of dealing with certain situations in an ethical manner, sure we have a lower life expectancy and less superior health care but you know what? We get on with it, and we live. These are just a few of numerous issues but really, which country doesn’t have any at all? Is a short life of freedom not sweeter than a long one in conformance? We’ve been to hell and back, survival for us is a way of life, and I make reference to Charles Darwin’s theory of survival of the fittest.<br />
Harare, dubbed as one of the ‘least livable cities’ in the world by this illustrious painter, has led to the majority of your common misconception. But when having your own cars, domestic workers, business ventures, houses spanning the size of a common train station, bedroom the size of an entire floor of a common London house and best of all having all of this WITH NO DEBT TO THE GOVERNMENT, is referred to as un-livable, then what is livable? If paying off debts you collected in your teens for the rest of your working life is referred to as freedom then I want no part in it.<br />
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Listen, I could go on forever, telling you how we are not what we seem, forcing you to believe me, but that will just make me no better than the painter that gave you your views in the first place. Instead I’ll say do your own research, see with your own eyes, visit if you have the time and luxury to and see for yourself all that the painter left out. I’m not saying we’re the best country in Africa, I’m not saying we are flawless, I’m not saying you choose to hold negative perceptions over our existence. All I’m saying is we are not what the media makes us out to be, I’m shedding a little light if you will.<br />
At the end of the day it’s your third world, and my first home. So will you choose to see what you know, or will you see what you are told..<br />
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Advice I give to any student planning on studying Business Law is that, from my personal opinion, its the best law route that's out there. I mean, Corporate Lawyers are the highest paid kind of lawyers with an average of £170k for more senior corporate lawyers and if that doesn't catch your attention I don't know what will! With Business Law you have the choice to either venture into the business side of things or the more legal which gives you very valuable and marketable skills when you're out in the world. Employers would much rather pick a business person that's well versed in law as well and vice versa so it's one of the best courses out there!<br />
University of Greenwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05879701446496502511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827436174460515271.post-20852584668061393172013-05-08T12:12:00.003+01:002013-05-08T12:12:42.546+01:00My First Blog!<br />
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Hi guys, thanks for sharing this moment with me and reading
my first ever blog! </div>
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I honestly don't know what took me so long to do this
because I love writing but getting a diary wasn't an option, I left those days
in Primary. Thing is I'm generally a really contemplative person, I
question things that people usually brush off or I view things in a completely different way than people would normally view it. Some
say it makes me weird, I say it makes me superhuman! I question society,
principles, life and everything that you probably have but just
didn't air out, and in all this I manage to remain politically
correct Awesome right? </div>
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Since I have to post something about the Uni, my advice
is, fair enough lecturers and students say "1st Year doesn't count"
but don't be fooled and party your first year away because it WILL
come back to haunt you. Rather have fun but keep on top of
your coursework and deadlines so you can hit the ground running for
the rest of your course.</div>
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Life is short, so is my blog, so savor it :P! But anyway,
this is just a short introduction of what's to follow, call it
an appetizer if you must, stay tuned for more :). </div>
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Take it easy!<o:p></o:p></div>
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