Dua, tiga hari lepas, kat Twitter heboh orang kutuk budak masscomm. Macam-macam provoke aku jumpa, orang butthurt, orang tak kisah, orang yang pujuk orang butthurt cakap "masscomm awesome", macam-macam lagila. Orang lain maybe tak peduli pun pasal benda ni, tapi yela, kalau dah kena kutuk, mestilah nak bela diri sendiri balik, kan? Ijazah Sarjana Muda Komunikasi dan Pengajian Media dengan Kepujian (Kewartawanan). Tu course aku. Aku tak cakap aku budak masscomm dah, aku cakap aku budak Journalism. Sebab apa? Sebab fundamental masscomm dah belajar masa diploma. Masa diploma, yup, aku budak masscomm. (Sekarang pun masscomm, tapi dah ada major). Sebagai budak yang dulunya suka Fizik dan bercita-cita nak sambung belajar Fizik dan kerja dalam bidang Fizik (astronomi ye, tapi kata orang macam far-fetched sangat), aku boleh nampak beza susah senang Fizik (atau subjek Sains in general la) dengan masscomm ni. Memang betul pun belajar masscomm ni senang je, tak macam belaja...
Criticism. To some, it spells hatred. Enemy. To me? The truth, layered with uncivilised tongue talk. Most people are too furious upon listening this, that they didn't stop and try to ponder the words hidden behind the criticism thrown. That they didn't realise, the reason criticism existed is because there is flaw in ourselves. Okay, I'm not trying to be modest by saying that I think about this when I'm mad, but at least when I calmed myself, I can think of pretty much everything; including the impossible stuff. It's amazing, if you manage to rid yourself of early accusations, and let your brain to think carefully and rightfully. The world seems to be a lot brighter, too. But there are times, criticisms shouldn't be taken for granted. In time where the person who is criticising you is angry, or frustrated with you, most of the words that they speak are often exaggerated. Which means, they don't really mean it, OR they've been keeping it from you all of ...
I can't see it. Nobody can predict it. It's the future, yet we are anticipating it. Working every second of present for the sake of future. To some, the future is predictable, yet not exact. To others, the future is a blank, unfathomable. As to me, I have a plan for my future. But since I don't know much about it, it feels a little like groping in the darkness. You know you're looking for the switch, but it's so dark that you lost your direction. Now that's something. I know I love metaphors, but this... Right now I've told everyone I wanted to be a journalist, a writer that channels her thoughts on everything that caught her eye. Of course, in a way, I'm already one. I have this blog, and LJ and Twitter as well. Officially, I'm a writer that writes on anything I'm interested in. But I wanted more from this. I wanted to make this my job, gaining money to support my life, with my writing. I don't know how much prospects that I have, but I simp...
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