Journalists, j’adore?

13 11 2009

Dear blog,

I’d share a quote of laughter. Now, let’s get back to sharing views and opinions. Ok, what did I just say? Sharing views and opinions, am I right? Yes, that’s a blog. And this writer right here, the one who published this post and the owner of this blog is a student. A university student to be precise.

Now, I have a dream. Not exactly but it’s there in my head and in heart of among the desired wants and needs.

1. To be become a journalist.

First, it was to be a public relation practitioner. As time goes by, seeing how I do love writing and giving ideas of influence or just simply to write, even talking nonsense in my blogspot.

2. I chose to write.

Hey, I’m managing two blogs. It’s pretty much everyday that I have the want to write. My dad used to tell me,

“I don’t want you to work for wage. I know you because you’re my daughter. It’s more preferable if you work for adventure,”


Yes
, I want to explore the world. I want to see more of it. Working under corporate is a good idea but now that I think about it, God, it’d be boring. Imagine, working shifts 8 a.m. till maybe 6 p.m? I don’t think I can survive for long. I can deal with the same routine every time.

Learning journalism for this semester was pretty good for facts and information but the real studying for exams is like; one page for one hour. Yeah, sorry, Miss Rossalynn, it’s that boring.

But, I love it. Believe it or not. Not the boring ’snore snore’ part of studying. It’s the part where you finally know that journalists are ‘knights’. They fight for society’s rights. What you have and need to know about everything. But that doesn’t mean you have or need to know about everything, even what kind of shaver the PM is using, not till that extent.

Journalistic’ Ethics:

  • Fairness and objectivity
  • Compassion vs. Policy
  • Privacy vs. Public’s rights to know
  • Misrepresentation by reporters
  • Conflict of interests
  • Anonymous sources
  • Journalistic arrogance
  • Plagiarism

Knowing those and the journalists’ obligation to the government and the society, I figured that a journalist’s responsibility doesn’t end by just writing. It starts with the idea before writing it down and ends with the after publishing consequences.

The process of producing an article that is honest, fair and accurate is a hard task. Balancing to be in the middle ground. I used to say this and sticking with it,

There is no middle ground anywhere in this world. It’s either you’re on the left side or right side of the street.

How would you do it?

3. As much as I hate politics, I indulge myself in it.

Sadly and unfortunately, yes, I do. Gah! They are bunch of clowns with single-wheeled cycle, elephants and people walking on the stick and blowing fire from their mouths. It’s funny. Ok, I’m just being mean. But the real reason why I do indulge myself into politic is because it relates to economic and back to the society.

How government officials forgot what it feels like to be part of the society.

I believe that’s important. Being part of a community in order to understand them. Journalists have to be fair for both of these grounds.

As far as being the watchdogs, the media is a medium. For?

  • You
  • Me
  • Him
  • Her
  • Them
  • Us




It doesn’t matter

1 10 2009

Here and there, everywhere.

To dear good friend and brother, Aaron*, here is an answer to your blog post of “What do we want?”

We know what we want, Aaron. We always do. It’s just that when time comes in ‘desperate’ measures such in impressing a person that we really want to hold on to. I have always said this, ‘never try too hard’ because the outcome of trying too hard is you’ll get hurt, hardly too.

“To gain something can be a hard task, but losing it can take a matter of seconds,”

Definitely a yes.

Dear Aaron, everyone wants to improve. But, never sidetrack. Once you do, the possibility to lose something is even bigger.

Here is what I think. I look at politically incorrect things. You do too but, hey look, if you lose something, you gain something else ;)

People come and go in our lives. The worthy ones stay throughout our lives. I apologise for what I’m gonna say now but it is okay if you lose her because maybe, God has something else store in for you. Not that I’m saying to be the ‘the green is always greener on the other side of the hill’ complex but just now that sometimes, you just can’t push it no matter how much you’ll cry later on.

What’s life without risks, eh? :)

Karma.

It makes the world go round.





Committed

8 09 2009

This isn’t a news that made the headline of the News Straits Times or Utusan Malaysia or is it a gossip of the year like Lindsay Lohan is a lesbian or is this an article. This is just a piece of advice written by me from my own experience to my dear readers.

My blog may not be a good or the best piece of blog that people worship but I know this will somehow help you if you’re facing this situation with certain type of “unique” people.

Betrayal. Backstab. Lies. Ditch. Friendship. Family. Romance. Trust. Faith. Hope. Betterment.

Honestly, never try hard to fit in. It causes you to lose faith in yourself.

Too many things had happened that I lost trust in Serena*. It saddens me to see what have become of her, not that she became a monster or such but well, if you consider betraying almost every friend of yours is an act of a monster, then yeah, maybe.

Serena betrayed me once though I didn’t mind the petty little lies since it has nothing to do with me. The shoulder I expected to cry on was her wasn’t there when I cried a river when my grandmother had passed away.

Disappointment. Frustration. Depression. Anger. Unsatisfaction.

I couldn’t forgive her.

But yet, I wasn’t the only one. A few others had a ‘talk’ with her. Never in life there had been such gentle confrontation like we did to her. What gave me a sad feeling was she had such emotion that betrayed nothing.

The act of innocence.

I’ve felt disappointment and symphatised her but enough is enough.

Phatic communication does not work for a deep and meaningful relationship,

and,

knowing what friends are.





Captured thoughts

15 08 2009

It’s not about the phrase, it’s not about the facts, it’s about how you confide to the denials.

6:30 a.m, fresh and ready to argue.

Independence Cup 2009 held in City Campus, Malacca. Had a little training with the newcomers from the City Campus’ debate club. In the end, I ended up debating in the swing team.

Not to brag and not to worship or to be proud, but, you’d start thinking critically when you’re part of debate and arguments.

Intelligently arguing.

I found myself being superficial towards debate nowadays.

Cliche, everyone has their moments too. Speaking of moments, I realised that I love Malaysia. Honestly, no sarcasm included.

While I was in the bus from KL to Malacca yesterday, I saw specially wonderful sight. It was on a Friday afternoon and passed by Masjid Jamek during the time of Friday prayer. It was beautiful.

What was?

The sight of many Muslims praying by the road side, at the LRT station, without even a single piece of cloth covering the ground. They were praying by the road side, all together. Many colours and heights and ages, together with one religion, praying.

It’s not a sight I see everyday. It’d be a good picture for the upcoming photo gallery themed, ‘the good, the bad and the ugly’

Another sight captured, on the bus, again, I saw the unique thing about Malaysia. Where else on earth will you find a man, climbing a coconut tree on the highway of KL?

Only Malaysia.

Gotcha! I caught the man climbing half way up to fetch the coconut like it was the side of the beach. At the moment, I couldn’t help but smile. It wasn’t a sinister kind of smile, it was pure enjoyable one.

I have always thought Malaysia is unique. The only country where you can find 24hrs/7 days a week food stalls and shops.

I do love the lousy country and I’d grin.





Popular

29 07 2009

Dear readers,

Things had been said and done.

Things will be said and will be done.

Popularity is something unnecessary for me but it is something important for others. Popularity is something that I’d put behind me. There are ways to get popularity. Of course, it’s either you get it through what you have done (make it either good or bad) or you just tend to have popularity charm born with you. Whatever the reasons may be, I’d prefer not to have it.

Why?

It’s too troublesome.

Everyone knowing you for God knows what reasons. People tend to make extra judgement on you. People are always watching you.

For me, privacy matters.

I’ve been surrounded with kinds of people but in any case (no offense) I still enjoy my solitude. Honestly, this is selfish of me but I’d prefer those people who kept watching, would shoo away.

It’s bloody annoying when people know you and always wanting to know what about you.

This post is partly opinion and partly complaint.

Some personal and some are just general knowledge.

Confession, yes, I like to be in the limelight but only for something that I acknowledge of doing.





Counting… cringe!

23 07 2009

I noticed something that involves word or alphabet counting. I don’t know to call it cliche or cheesy or sweet or bad or what? People count how many alphabets are they in an ‘I love you’

Let’s look at the song, “1,2,3,4 by Plain White T’s”

1,2 – 1 2 3 4
give me more lovin then i’ve ever had.
make it all better when i’m feelin sad.
tell me that i’m special even when i know i’m not.
make me feel good when i hurt so bad.
barely gettin mad,
im so glad i found you.
i love bein around you.
you make it easy,
as easy as 1 2,(1 2 3 4.)
theres only one thing two do three words four you.
i love you.
(i love you)
theres only one way two say those three words
and that’s what i’ll do.
i love you.
(i love you)
give me more lovin from the very start.
piece me back together when i fall apart.
tell me things you never even tell your closest friends.
make me feel good when i hurt so bad.
best that i’ve had.


See, what I mean?

No, I don’t have anything against this song or the word-alphabet counting. I don’t, I really don’t. But at a point, I find it annoying.

“three words to say and that’s I love you”

“1 4 3″

Yes, this is my paranoia speaking out.

Words exist for a reason meaning you don’t have to use numbers to express words.

At a point, you feel like I’m pissed. No, but I’m bloody paranoid. Things are getting too cheesy and too mushy to the point that I’d cringe and shiver down my spine. Honestly, I’m not the Hallmark sweetheart oh-ah-love you all the way shouting at the top of my voice but that doesn’t mean I don’t how to love, even though I’d prefer money over love.

I’m sorry for those people that got offended in the process but this is the truth. I may be sweet but certain things that I’m paranoid and annoyed with, I’ll give you the blunt truth.

I’ll tell you this. I created this blog for me to say out things on my mind that I find other people won’t write.

Best regards,

honey





Cold feet, cold tea, A.S.A.P!

13 07 2009

I’m nineteen (turning into one on November 1st) and I have obtained my license. I can drive since I was thirteen or fourteen years old. I have a mature look. I have a gentle and protective mother and also an over protective and strict father. So, let us do some equations here.

19 yrs old in university + finally obtained license + pretty good driver +lots of outside assignments x meetings + a protective mother – an over protective father = he took away my license.

Of course, controlling my cool and trying to stay positive and calm, I let it be and didn’t complain or throw tantrum at my dearest father. I planted in my head that I don’t need to drive, yet, this week.

Okay, I was wrong. I didn’t plan to drive but tonight’s case is an emergency case. After my 6.30 p.m class, I went straight ahead to my debate training. My trainer, Surfi, had to go back at 8 p.m and by then, buses don’t pass by my campus anymore.

Uh-oh.

Being the president, I still kept my cool and told him that I’ll find a transport, no problem ;)

I called my friends and they all had manual cars, damn.

F.y.i, it’s not that I don’t drive manual, I do but I don’t dare because it’s not my car. I don’t dare to take risk of damaging another person’s car. There’s possibilities that might happen. My reasons are;

  • it’s not my car so I’m not used to how their clutch is
  • the pick up of the car
  • I can’t approximate the whole car

Yes, still being an amature in driving, even though I have been driving a lot, I care for my life and the people who rode with me. I heaved a deep sigh and called to rent an auto car and I got one. You must be wondering, ‘wait, she doesn’t have license with her!?’

A debater of mine has a license and told her to come with me. She gave her license to the car renter and we got the car, of course, with me driving. Now, you go like, ‘Okay, what the hell?’

She was afraid to drive and I heaved another sigh. Okay, whatever, as long as the trainer gets back home. Yes, and so our journey began. The car didn’t have much petrol so we had to fill it up. In general, we know that humans make mistakes and as Britney Spears would say, ‘opps, I did it again!’

No, not in my term. My term would be, ‘ahhhh!!, Opps!!! Thank God!!!!’

The petrol tank was on the left side and I parked on the right side and the car was a bit off. I was about to adjust and to drive up front a bit and reversed it and here is where the ‘opps’ came in. I accidentally put in the ‘D’ gear and my feet pressed on the accelerator and like duh, the car reversed and I hit the break just on the immediate! I was in shocked and so is everyone at the petrol station.

Embarrassing + damned + screwed + Alhamdullilah!

And guess what?! The car that I almost hit behind me, to be so lucky today, the belonged to an off-duty traffic officer. Yes, at that time, damn.

It was the perfect word to say. He came by my car and gave a little lecture. He said I was lucky to not hit anyone and/or anything at all. Yes, I agree on that so much! Or else I would have gotten a ticket for free and plus not having a driver’s license with me too!

I cooled down because I knew my journey was just starting. I calmed myself down and drove like a mature girl. Finally, we reached Bukit Beruang and dropped Surfi.

Ladies and gentlmen,

on our way back, not long after we left Surfi at his place, there was a road block. YES! I yelped in my head. Out of all places and time, it just had to be tonight and it just had to be the road back to Alor Gajah! What a luck!

I rolled down the mirror and I smiled as gently as I could at the traffic police. Being a Muslim in Malaysia and respecting other people, “Assalamualaikum, abang,”

I remember his skeptical look but I kept my smile. He asked if I had my license with me and I nodded a gentle yes but he still shoo-ed me to road side.

Damn.

I started to panicked and looked at my friend and apologised to her so badly. We both panicked and from the side mirror, I saw an officer coming toward us. From my friend’s face, my expression changed as I turned to him and smiled and again, “assalamualaikum, bang. (good evening, sir) Apa khabar? (how are you?)” I still kept my smile and my cool.

He returned the greeting and, yes,

caught you! I smirked inside my head.

He glanced at my friend and I, “ada lesen ke ni? (do you have your license?)”

I nodded with a grin, “mesti lah ada, bang. (of course I do) Kalau tak saya tak bawak kete ni, (or else I wouldn’t be driving this car)”

He gave a convincing nod and he let us go.

I nodded a thanks and rolled up the mirror and went back into the lane with heaving the deepest and the most relieving sigh in my life. Yes, I thought my heart stopped at that moment! Right there and then, I thank God so much that God gave me a mature look and a pretty face, not to brag though :P

Honestly, keeping it neautral and composed with a smile and a polite greeting can help you out of danger :) and yes, I also thank God I’m a communication student.

It’s okay if you don’t know but make sure you remain confident.

Technically, returning to campus and walking inside the campus after returning the car, I was still thanking God so much for saving me and forgiving my emergency mistake. Oh God… I need to go to the cafe and get myself a cold tea to cool down my head.

Adventure.

Word.





Mysteries Unsolved

12 07 2009

Element: Metal, Water

Animal: Horse, Scorpio and White Tiger.

Traits: hard-hearted, stubborn, loyal, possesive, loving, powerful, temperamental, poker faced, secretive, mysterious, magnetic personality, attractive, proud, egoist, hardworking, determined, sincere, passionate, will power, jealousy, sees through you.

http://www.iloveindia.com/astrology/sun-signs/scorpio/woman.html

Enough said.





Chocolate chips too many

9 07 2009

Being a person, is about holding up responsibilities and carrying some burdens. Well, I know the purpose of blog is not to complaint or throwing tantrums like others would do but this time, I am not trying to make an exception or am I going to complaint or throw tantrums but, I am going to express some opinions and feelings. Again, I repeat, I am not throwing tantrums or complaining. Just expressing

#1. I am a 2nd year university student.

  • burden of assessments, homework and assignments.
  • burden of doing assignments comes with doing work outside campus, especially being a communication student.
  • examples of burden of assignments are; carrying my image, my parents’ images, my lecturer’s image, my faculty image and the biggest one of all is the university’s image.
  • these burdens are very troublesome but, nobody could escape.
  • burdens are not for students. It is for everyone, so, yeah, poor poor you.

#2. 2nd year rookie.

  • I am still not done with burden of assignments.
  • well, since it is noted there that I’m in 2nd year, means, assignments are no longer based on theories. They’re splited into half ; (a) theory, (b) practical
  • semester 3 is mostly practical,like public relations, journalisam, photo comm and graphic design.
  • lecturers are getting stingier even though they’re nice, well, everyone can be nice.

#3. Seniority, hold up.

  • I am not used of being a senior, where else the juniors are only a year younger.
  • since I look more mature than my age, they tend to think I’m much more senior, like I’m in my third year.
  • they tend to smile and bow to me everytime they see me, which is not the worst case ever, yet.
  • they call me ‘kak zatil’ or ‘akak’.
  • and I’ll go with a tragic NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
  • the fact is that because I’m always the last child in the family and being treated like a spoiled girl so when somebody who is just a year younger to call me that, I’ll shiver down my spine.

#4. Superiority, leadership, trustworthy and whoa, whoa, whoa, just a sec.

  • a good way to argue about anything is called debate and I happen to be in it.
  • yes, I am a debater and proud to say one and screw you, I’m bragging now.
  • that’s not the point. The point is, I’m leading it now. Not only the English team but also the BM team.
  • I don’t mind being in charged of the English one but now, I’m in charge of the whole orator club just recently and it is wayyyyy to fast for me to take it up.
  • Asyraf (former orator president) quit because he couldn’t maintain his pointer last sem and the club advisor trust me to have the post.
  • I heaved a very deep and longest sigh ever.
  • OMG!
  • the OMG does not stand for contentness. It stands for..
  • damn
  • and that is why I sacrificed to going back today for tomorrow because there’s first debate meeting for this sem.

#5. The studded heart.

  • it has been two years now.
  • a record break.
  • I am still single :)

See, I told you. I am not complaining or throwing tantrum, I was just expressing… with a big kiss!





Women

6 07 2009

The word is as interesting as what I have to elaborate. Women in the general knowledge is known to be the opposite of men who have sticks and women does not, unless you use science, that’s another story. Putting the science theory aside, let’s talk about the God’s wonderful creation, which is the subjected topic above; women.

I don’t think I have to tell you what women are, literally since I did tell you that they’re opposite men and since Adam & Eve dropped from heaven on earth, they are our ancestors. Unless, you’re a damn bloody stupid pigeon. In this particular page, I’ll tell you on my personal thoughts and opinion on this subject, women.

To me, being a woman/girl/lady (or whatever the word in the Oxford dictionary equals it to) isn’t as easy what ‘men’ would always think. Let me explain to you what women do and what they have contributed throughout the first existence on earth.

“Behind every man, there’s a woman,”

same as,

“behind every great man, there’s a greater woman,”

You see, society stereotype women as weaklings just because they don’t have sticks. Looking back at history, name in Western, European, Mid Easterns or Asians, not leaving behind the Africans, have always put women in a place where the limits of the extent of what women can do are buried underground. Centuries ago, those society ignored, closing their eyes and ears against women and because of that, women dare not to say anything as long as they just ignore women and keep on saying ‘NO’.

Until afterwards,because of wars to create an evolution, women started thinking on their own. During wars, men are needed on the battle field, leaving women on their own. That, ladies and gentlemen, is the start of independent women ;)

Women have the biggest job in the universe. Watching my mother, I realised a lot of things about being a woman. Women are very good at multi-tasking. No denial. Look at our mothers, dear readers, how they juggle professional job as a teacher, a business woman, a doctor, a lawyer, a chef or just about anything else and taking care of the house chores; preparing the family’s breakfast, the laundry, and cooking dinner, also, attending to both her husband and her children.

You evaluate.

They say men always have to work hard, true, I don’t deny that, but women always have to work harder. Prophet Muhammad said, “first comes your mother, then your father,”

Why?

I think you’re smart enough to think, right? :)

As time flies by and in this time of globalisation, women are fighting for positions to be recognised and to gain independence. Excluding the European countries because they have recognised women’s rights, other countries have yet to accept women being indepent in their society. As much of a free country America is, even they haven’t recognised women’s rights.

In Asian countries, women are still pretty much restricted to some limit because of traditions. The Asians believes that women are supposed to be behind men. OK, this is my opinion, yes, I agree. God create men and women as pair for reasons.

God ain’t stupid.

Men can’t live without women or women can’t live without men. It goes both ways. You’re just bullshitting yourself if you keep saying inside your puny brain that, ‘it’s OK, I’m fine on my own,’

Wrong.

As long as you breathe the oxygen on this corrupted earth, you can never be alone because living creatures need each other to survive.

Living creatures are not made to be alone and that’s why God made men paired with women. Male and female. Plants and the sun with water. Humans and animals eat each other :P ahaha.

In my opinion, women can never be above men in the cycle of life. And I do agree that women can’t lead a whole great of society. OK, you might be confused now. Look, women, as much of a great deal they are, multi-tasking and having the same capabilities of a men to lead, they can never lead with a men behind them because, not many can oblige to a woman leader.

That is how it is.

And to change the way of majority’s perception, maybe after the second world is created, :P

I think that women should be given a right to lead and not being bias towards women just because you think men are natural leaders.

NOTE: NOT ALL MEN ARE BORN LEADERS.

That’s why you don’t see many Barack Obama or Tun Dr. Mahathir around leading a country in a very good way.

To me, I just think that even with the born of  ‘Women’s Day’ it is still not enough. The birth of this day made about 1%-2% or awareness in the society.

Women are known to be sensitive, let it be independent or not, they are sensitive creatures. The difference is tough women (their ego and pride can compete with men a.k.a complex woman) tend to hide it and put up a poker face while the other type of women tend to show it more decently.

This is where men thinks women are complicated.

If you men, can see there these types of women, you’ll know how to handle us. We have warned you that not all women are the same and men has warned us that not all of them are the same (with differnt height of ego)

Here are some tips to a more complex woman:

  1. since they don’t show it through words, they are best at showing it through their ego and actions, that means, they are your mirrors.
  2. in this type of game, you have to face yourself because she’s your reflection but here’s the thing, you need to be patient :)
  3. some of these complex women tends to soften up with flowers, just like any other women but be careful, women who have higher egos tend to mark up their price of winning, means, you can’t just soften them up with just flowers, chocolates or take them out for a dinner while serenading to them.
  4. honestly, the more complex a woman is, they’re worth your hassle.

What the hell is with tip number 4?

:) I am one of those complex women. I have an alter ego, a very high one too. I admit that I can’t by bought with diamonds even though I admire them. I can’t be bought with flowers of roses and singing to me or taking me out to dinner. Sweet and charming words won’t work on me either. I know this is the attitude of a corporate working women. We tend to put up a poker face and try to find something or someone to fill up our emptiness in our hearts. We go through a lot of men to find the right one but some may have given up because of their own personality.

Complex women are women who are extra independent, meaning they know they can handle anything on their own. They tend to push people away from them. Some of them are just afraid and some are just deeply wishing for somebody to walk beside them.

It’s hard.

For women, being independent is both a gift and a curse.

Gift: you can bring yourself well, adapting to anywhere.

Curse: two types of men will approach you;

  1. men who are scared that they can’t handle you.
  2. men will take you out and all but they’re just playing around.

For complex women, to find the men of your dreams isn’t easy. Even though they want a man to walk beside them, they can’t put away their ego.

It’s a hard catch isn’t it?

I know, I’m in that position.

I’m not even working and I am still a university student and I have a deep wish inside my heart.

TO ALL MEN,

DON’T GIVE UP.IF THERE’S A WILL, THERE’S A WAY ;)