Because it’s not just about journalists

♥ Friday 3rd September, 2010 - 9:23pm with 0 comments

I’m sick of hearing about journalism! I study communication within the field of information/media. And let me tell you, constantly hearing about journalism or PR (more on that later) in my core subjects or even my sub-majors… drives my brain to explosion.

PR = public relations. I actually didn’t know this until… a year ago, maybe? Whoops, embarrassment fish coming.

I’m really annoyed at hearing about journalism everywhere. Not everything in communications or in the media is about journalism. This week we had a lecture on defamation. Clearly, that was all about journalists escaping being sued for defamation.

Not to mention, a lot of our tutors are journalists, and they tend to have this snobby air about them. My tutor for Communication Industries/Practices last semester was a photojournalist; that in itself being something different, for a change. He was humble, sort of quiet, and very nice. Now we have this freakish clown-guy for our tutor in Regulating Communication. :’( Okay, he’s not bad, but I hate it. :(

The media isn’t all about journalism, fools. Without technical equipment and technology in general, you wouldn’t be broadcasting your shit to the world. Please give credit to those who study media arts and enjoy filming, those who design, produce advertisements, and work with the media itself. There are people who work with databases to organise information, those who have a creative eye.

Not just those who… you know. Write stuff. There are people who want a DCA and not a PhD.

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Don’t let me go

♥ Thursday 2nd September, 2010 - 11:47pm with 0 comments

There's a light turned off inside your heart, can you remember what it's like to care?

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All is Full of Love

♥ Wednesday 1st September, 2010 - 2:09pm with 1 comment

All is Full of Love

My sweetie James took this photo. ♥

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Disco in my mind

♥ Wednesday 1st September, 2010 - 1:22pm with 0 comments

Dance has been a big part of my life, at least since I was ten years old. I went to dance lessons and learned different dance styles. I stuck with ballet until the end, as it was undeniably my favourite style. But what of the others?

The two other major styles I did were jazz and tap dance. I loved tap dance, but it was the most “boring” to me. I wasn’t so quick on my feet and it got a bit difficult. At the time, I had to quit because I needed to focus on my studies. :(

Eventually, I had to give up jazz as well. I enjoyed it so much – but I hadn’t progressed with it as far as ballet. I know that if I were to go back, I’d have to work on performance and technique together. I can perform with no troubles, give it my all, but in that, I can’t focus on the steps so well. And I can get the technique right, every step effortless, but perhaps the strain shows a bit on my face, especially with a dance style so fast paced. I still have the urge to tap my feet when I wear heels or boots.

Still – I love the energy that comes bursting out of me when I listen to music the likes of ELO and who knows what. Evil Woman instantly gets me skipping on my feet, clicking my fingers and kicking my legs. For a while now, I’ve been meaning to hunt for a disco studio or something – some place where they play 70s & 80s music, where everyone wears bell-bottoms and crazy colours.

Or, I wish there was a disco ball in my room. *__*

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The Lineup

♥ Monday 30th August, 2010 - 7:46pm with 0 comments

At least — prior to sleeping tonight. In no particular order, where bedtime/sleeptime is absolutely and most definitely before 12 midnight, and if I’m good, even earlier.

Edit — 10:37pm My eyes are shutting…

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All You Need Is Love

♥ Friday 27th August, 2010 - 4:51pm with 0 comments

All You Need Is Love - I wrote this in my lecture.

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A weekend upcoming

♥ Friday 27th August, 2010 - 4:47pm with 0 comments

Here are a few things I hope to get done this weekend.

Edit — 29·08·10 @ 12:18am Failing right now.

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Reading: Introducing Pierre Bourdieu

♥ Thursday 26th August, 2010 - 11:26pm with 0 comments

Subject: Investigating Media, Reflective Practices
Reading: Swartz, D. L. (1997). ‘Introducing Pierre Bourdieu’, Culture and Power: The sociology of Pierre Bourdieu. Chicago, University of Chicago Press: 1-14. Read the rest of this entry »

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August

♥ Tuesday 24th August, 2010 - 5:22pm with 1 comment

I used to be a frail person, in personality and appearance. Thin hair, thin body, emotionally unstable. I overcame depression, and lately things were going really well. But then, things happen.

I think that sometimes when I’m upset, I come across the worst of myself, and I become that frail person again. Someone who hid behind the nickname “Gina”… someone who really, in essence, wasn’t me – or was just a phase of me at a certain point in my life. Sometimes I visit her and I tell her that she ought to be stronger.

Today, it was like she was there for me instead.

Yeah, I know… right now I’m different, I’m Georgie, and I’m stronger. I can punch and hit. I try hard not to cry. I don’t think of harming myself again. The latter never happens, ever. The former two, do.

I think, “Gina” taught me, never to do that again. But she didn’t tell me to stop crying.

Sometimes, there is solace in tears streaming down your face, or even just a few drops on your cheeks, or even the settling behind your eyelids. Crying lets all escape.

My pride, however, holds the capacity of my entire head. I was foolish and idiotic. I had time to think myself over and to think about what would be right. It wasn’t hard. It was the emotion. It was the feeling of crying – for once I didn’t listen to “Gina”; my pride got the fucking better of me, and my huge-ass ego just wanted to be someone who was so fucking arrogant.

And my feet took me away. Then I cried… then… then it hit me. You don’t realise how much you love someone until they’re gone. Gone a fair farewell, a sad goodbye, a trip away, passed away… or even, in the bitterness of nineteen words.

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Breakfast, please.

♥ Monday 23rd August, 2010 - 9:41am with 0 comments

Eggs in a pan

I could so do with eggs right now. :( I did my readings before breakfast, yay?

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