* x * . . . A t h e n ii x . . . * x *: R.I.P Harry

x...Welcome to Athenix...x

It's been 7 years since I first started to attempt to make my dreams of being a journalist come true. I was 9 years old and was still attending Primary School at the time. It was this year that I started my first magazine, "Black Cat", named after my favourite character in Spiderman - which I was hooked on at that age.

I don't remember where my exactly my inspiration had come from but I know that my inspiration changed throughout the years. One year, it was Chloe Sullivan from "Smallville", (who risked her life to get a story) the next it was Andy from "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days", being forced to write unimaginative articles, finding the man that she loves and then earning the right to write whatever pleased her - yes, alright, this inspiration was rather unusual, but it kept me going and kept the want to become a journalist alive.

Now that I am 16, I have realised that celebrities have not affected the dreams of becoming a journalist. My sisters are now what inspire me. My eldest sister, Sarawjeet, is as successful in her family life as well as successful in her career. My second sister, Arminder, has worked hard all these years and has an amazing talent for words and writing. My third sister, Ranjit, has a gift for art and design, as has her husband, and has recently published a book of her photographs.

I hope to one day show that I have inherited even a fraction of the talent that my sisters have shown. But until then, I am happy improving my writing, and starting from scratch.

Harry Ukponmwan was a great friend to many. When you were with him, you never felt scared. He brightened up everyone's day. He would just sit in the library looking at the ceiling as though there was something intresting on it. When he laughed, everyone would smile and say "That's Harry!" and start laughing with him. He was always smiling, even when it was the dullest day of the year. He always stood up to give an answer and whenever someone laughed at him or started talking, he would tell them to be quiet and start his sentence over again. He would never feel embarrassed. It was so hard not to like him. He was born on 21st May 1992 to a wonderful family. Everyone knew he had a serious heart condition but because he ket fighting it, everyone believed that he would continue to fight it forever. He sadly died on 30th October 2004. Harry was an inspiration to us all. He fought until the very end and should be remembered as a brave person who brought happiness to the lives of those that were lucky enough to know him. Harry will never be forgotten. He will always be in our hearts showing us the way and no-one can replace him.

x...Wall of Photography...x

My dad used to own his own Photography Studio called "Dev Studios" in Southall. I've been interested in Photography as a hobby for some time but only really experienced it over the past few months. I had forgotten to return the school camera before the Easter Holidays and in those two weeks.

I have taken over 2 thousand photographs of a million and one different things - my cat, Tigerlily, who modelled for me for 20 minutes before getting bored; a Robin who was exploring the snow, who also got bored of me after an hour; the beautiful Terminal 5 at Heathrow Airport; and naturally, my gorgeous friends and family who all modelled for me in a variety of ways.

Hopefully, one day, I will find out that one of the things that I have inherited from my dad was his talent not only the love for photography.