Its Really My Way

The journalism class has been fun so far, alhamdulillah.

News flash: Blogging is not journalistic, as it does not comform to the ethical guidelines practised by the conventional journalists.

Hmm... If its only about ethical guidelines, i would say, it is not ethical too to generalise all bloggers to be incapable of abiding to the rules.

I see this as journalistic.

My eyes see this as journalism.

Journalism teaches me to express.

And i'm expressing according to what i see as worth expressing it... for the benefit of 'ilm and fikrah building.

Hmmm...

Those internal disagreement with my lecturer aside, I shall tell you about a song i learnt during the latest class.

Why did we learn the song in the class?

To drive the message that our writings need to be SIMPLE.

Back to the song, I've heard it so many times before, but hearing it and reading the lyrics again just gave me new meaning. I never thought the song could describe the very feeling i'm bearing.

Ladies and gentlemen...
I present you....
My Way
By Frank Sinatra

And now, the end is near;
And so i face the final curtain.
My friend, I'll say it clear,
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.

I've lived a life that's full.
I've traveled each and every highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets, I've had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what i had to do
And saw it through without exepmtion.

I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When i bit off more than i could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood talll
And did it my way.

I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that;
And may i say - not in a shy way,
No, oh no not me,
I did it my way.

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And i did it my way!

Humaira
Write to express... Not to impress

I Call Upon the Time

The stomach cramp has been killing me (my mood to be specific, and my ability to complete my daily tasks). I took 1.5 days of time off for the week. That's A LOT according to me, as i have 18cm high of in-tray to conquer every day (refer picture, the green frog is supposed to control the intray. It struggles as you can see it fighting to stay balanced). The look of my workstation doesnt help relieving the pain, so, resting and sleeping at home is most apt... its about time to open up my course notes too...




Oh yeah~ My assignment....

I'm writing this as an advert to those who may have had their hands on the banned book "The Satanic Verses" written by Salman Rushdie (May Allah guide him to the right path). It is still banned in Singapore and i'm making a plea to anyone who may have read it (or actually have the book stacked in some secret mysterious place).

Share with me your experience reading it.

Lend me the book (even better).

Please email me at nurzakiah@gmail.com if u haf any info.


So, any laments for the week?

I just took 1.5 days worth of time-off! That's 1.5 days worth of work! 1.5 days worth of opening the casefiles and updating myself on clients' lives! But then, those 1.5 days outside the office allow me to update myself with my studies. Not so bad afterall huh?

I'm 24, and i seem to be hearing the clock ticking clearer than before (hey it ryhmes!)

Time... is no longer an excess luxury.
Time... is no longer a luxury even!

I find myself unable to say "I have time for that, i'll help you with that". Not like when i was 17!

I find myself thinking of the opportunity cost of spending certain actions for certain time, asking myself if its worth... well... my time.

I find myself.... choked with the lack of it, ambitious to satisfy many tasks within the very limited time!

I find myself.... appreciating so much, the very friends and comrades who spent time with me, despite the other million things they can achieve with that time :)

I find myself appreciating every minute in life, thanking Allah for this ni'mah of being able to spend time to achieve His redha (insyaAllah)

I find myself... relieved.

So let's call upon the Time...
to perfect eeman
to perform good deeds
to remind one another to the truth
to remind one another to patience

Humaira....
Show me the line between creativity and mere respect.

When time is soo much well spent

Adakah itu masa hadapan ku?

Tiba-tiba sahaja, ada keinginan untuk berwarkah dalam bahasa ibunda. Demam apa pun tak pasti. Demam bola sudah tentu tamat. Mungkin sisa sisa nya.

Perlawanan Piala Dunia telah tamat, akhirnya. Ditutupi dengan gol kemenangan bagi Itali, perlawanan berakhir dengan 1 - 1 (5 - 3 pada saat penalti) Oooo... aku tidak akan menulis mengenai apa yang telah berlaku pada perlawanan tersebut. Biarlah para wartawan menganalisa peristiwa tersebut. Bagiku.... bagiku.... kehidupan masih diteruskan.....

Kenapa?

Kerana banyak lagi perkara sedih yang meragut keinginanku melayan kesedihan atas kekalahan Perancis. Antaranya, kenaikan harga teksi adalah satu perkara yang amat membimbangkan. Pagi tadi, aku ber-bas.

Ah~

Tiba-tiba sahaja, aku rasa seperti aku harus menulis sesuatu. Tak tahu la pula mengenai apa. Mungkin kepenatanku mengambil alih kewarasanku.

Sekiranya aku bangun dari tidur, alangkah indah sekiranya waktu tidak bergerak?
Separuh daripada in-tray ku dapat dibereskan, dan ulangkaji pelajaran bagi hujung minggu ini telah pun tamat. Bilikku terkemas dengan sendirinya dan buku-buku, fail-fail dan nota-nota tidak perlu disimpan, hafal sahaja dalam hati dan ilmu-ilmu berharga dapat diabadikan dalam diri. Dan aku? aku berada di puncak Gunung Ledang, gunung yang ku tempuhi setengah jalan sahaja.

Itu dunia ideal ku.

Dunia ketika mataku separuh terbuka.......

Biarkan aku....

terus belayar ke dunia tersebut

Selamatkan aku sekiranya ku jauh dari pandangan mu.


Humaira
Ku perlukan kompass

The wunderschon German Affair

And so the wall of defense was broken... twice! By the Musollini's team.

Aaaa.... It was a good war nevertheless.

My stomach-ache begins to subside now...

Freud would diagnose me for experiencing psychosomatic symptom... the feeling of anxiety so overwhelming that my bodily function needs to react.

Freud would understand. If he's still alive, he would experience the same symptoms too...

I wonder... if Freud is still alive, his office will be swamped with football fans' post-(0-2 loss) trauma. And he may be listening and evaluating the various coping behaviours or efforts coming out from the die-hard fans.... (or the endless remorse from that luxurious bet on the German's victory) *hehe* Believe me... i had thousands of reasonings trying to positively re-frame the loss when i tried sleeping after the match. I couldnt sleep, hence the blogging.

My first truly World Cup experience...... it kinda ends 1 week early.

To honour Humaira's World Cup experience, let's recap the highlights of the month:

1. Excellent Germany vs dunno-what-country opening game! Classic! But defense still sux
2. The late night Germany-Argentina match at West Coast MacDonalds. Germany fans RAWK! (n rowdy)
3. Farhan's juvenile bet: "I will solat for ONE MONTH if Germany score that stupid penalty". Germany did. And Farhan re-tracks his bet (coward!)
4. The Late night pre-solat malam entertainment: READING England's loss via SMS and irritating England fans! Muahahahahaha!!
5.The Late night solat during first-half of Germany- Italy match, and the loss :( ---> Lehmann still the mann for those killer saves (ironic! He single handedly sent 2 players off for injury... incidentally)

Coming up...
Facing non-German fans the next day :(

I can sense my stomach-ache coming... ouch *bend down, Beckam style (without the vomit, of coz)*

Before i conclude this article, i'm obligated to do one more thing to honour my team; Russell-Peter-ing the opponent!!!!

One of the roads to recovery.... Enjoy




Humaira
Distracted by the ball (u see a pun, u're yellow!)

wunderschon -- the 'o' has double dots on it. I can't seem to be able to have that font function. Anyone can help me rectify this problem? I cant even write french without this function. Heellpp!!