No man is an island

I feel so glum. There's been so many things happening around me that made me feel depressed.
Some of the reporters here are shutting me out over an exclusive story I wrote last week. Last night, the local Press corps attended a media night orgnised by a hotel. I y felt lonely. I do feel guilty for what I did, but in my defence I know they've sdone the same thing in the past.
I felt this extremely lonely because I feel very very detached from the rest of the karaoke-singing, joget lambak-dancing newsmen. You see, these people have been working here for many years. They know each other well, they're a very close-knit group. Then there was me, the newbie in the group. I guess feeling like a newbie made me feel even more lonely.
My colleague from a sister company had no problem with mixing with the rest of the Press corps, despite that he too scooped them in that exclusive story. I guess it's just me. I know I'm an easy-going person who'll probably gain a lot of friends here, sooner or later; but I can't help feel like I'm the victim. Maybe they were screwed by their respective bosses when my exclusive story came out. They probably felt extremely pissed that day. But they still have their comrades in arms within the local Press corps behind them. I, on the other hand have no one.


The other reason why I'm feeling sad:

A colleague from a sister company died from kidney failure yesterday. And the news hit me like a tonne of bricks. He was an amazing reporter, and a colourful character.
But what affected me most was his journey in the company. Thanks to a story in today's NST, I found out he started with the business desk almost two decades ago. He was posted to the Kuala Terengganu bureau for four years, before returning to KL. He finally found his niche in entertainment reporting.

His former entertainment editor had nothing but praise for the guy. He said he was very dedicated to his work.
And you know one is a good entertainment journalist when you see one in photos where he's hugging and looking very "buddy buddy" with top singers and actors. I've seen his face many times in Malay entertainment magazines URTV and Media Hiburan. He's always posing with the stars in those celebrity Press junkets and Press meets.

But I'm glad that he found his niche in entertainmnet writing, and he lived a good life- his friends and colleagues could attest to that. Though I barely knew him, I really felt sad when he died. Al-Fatihah.

Other reasons why I'm sad:

I've been posted to a far far away state. Go figure. This morning I was doing some errands with Take That's Patience song blasting in my MP3 player. Not a good scenario, mind you, considering that you feel blue and you have a 'jiwang' song playing in your earphones. Perlu ke semua ni?