j-o-u-r-n-a-l-i-s-t not that confusing right?

Wrong.
Maybe I shouldn't be so confident being in the program and all but what is it with people and their perceptions of a journalist. Being brown and all yay I stepped out of the social norm, but that is over-played now isn't it? It might not be the largest population, but there are South Asian journalist hitting the scene. Why have some Indians not figured that out yet? So I am covering a networking event and this man comes up to me asking what I am doing in university. So yes...he got the picture...journalist...so then he says am I becoming a weather girl at the end? WHAT? A weather girl a journalist? Okay, maybe when she is covering all of the news and has to add weather on the side, or maybe if she takes over the job, or even starting out as a weather girl working her way up to full news, I am not going to school to be a weather girl. Reporting, a reporter, it's a whole different story. We write, report, produce and pretty much make the news. Then I have relatives talking about the money and how I won't get any where in life as a journalist? Well, yes money make the world go around, but I rather be happy with what I am doing than sitting at a desk all day with a big-fat fake smile on. I am just the type to do journalism because I like it, so go away.

P.S IT'S SUNNY TOMORROW!

the line got too long.

Don't you just hate it when you are at a restaurant and random peopple come up to you, in a line and act really rude? Like today for instance, I went to the TAKE OUT section with a friend, to pick up TAKE OUT. Makes sense right? Take out? As in, you are not sitting at a table, you are taking the food and leaving. So we are standing there today, come through a crowd of people, since it was full house, go to the take out section and wait. This random man comes along, comes right in front of us and says, "Back of the line." WHAT? What line is what I am thinking. "Go to the back of the line, go now." There is no freaking line, it is a take out space and this random guy is waiting for a seat. So we tell him we are taking food out in a nice way and he replies with, "Yeah you better." Like honestly, some individuals need to use that small little head and THINK before the begin to spit out words. And at the end he has the nerve to come and say it was his first time at the restaurant. Oh, well I didn't know you acted rude every time you went to a new restaurant...freak.

a small world compressed to become even smaller

BLOG SIR, I feel like I am like inside a rubik's cube, just one block of it, 1/30 or whatever the amount is, on the left side, maybe the colour red.

What a long, long, long day!
So first the day starts off as I sleep in and miss class, just a tutorial, it's kind of boring anyways.
Next, I am almost late for reporting when I realized that my Metropass is gone. OHEMGE. My life! My love! How could I lose you? Who ever has it now and is using it around like some cheap and typical Metropass, THEY DO NOT KNOW; it's Arti Patel's.
Well if the yelling and mocking by my mom was not enough I have to spend money now on stupid tickets. THAT ARE COMPLETELY over-priced. Like shit, we are young adults and technically considered students still. Yes, we still go to school, so why not lay off and give us cheaper tickets/passes? Do we ask for a lot? Like, we spend half our pay checks on fast food joints anyways, maybe someone out there might have some pity on our transportation home.
Next thing, so reporting is quite long and hectic--like normal. We did obits and I thought it was super cool, the only thing I might change the clock...like 5 hours back. So then with quick food, mall and jokes with Kevin and Sara (pronounce it the brown way now please), off I go home.
WAIT before I actually get home, I am on the bus with Kev, and this freak-perv man like drops on my legs! On purpose? Yes! I think so! gross. I don't need to experience that kind of crap, after sitting my butt down after a long day. Good thing Kev acted like the superhero he is, we were out of there!

America's Next Top Model:
Ok so Lakshi kind of hinted, no wait let's just say she said: "I can't believe she didn't shave." Ok, so I had to watch this episode. So um, Fatima, one of the contestants, goes on her photo shoot...with nice, crispy, long armpit hairs. Now what I find weird is, the whole time, while she is shooting, nobody notices the hair? Like what the hell are you looking at? It was the most exciting thing on her photo! So she got critiqued for not taking the modelling industry serious, just because she didn't shave. Oh please, I bet you like half those girls never shave, oh well at least I saw some goodies. LOL no scary. OK bye.

xo

Hug a patel day

How can we not hug Patels?

shouldn't it be 10,000 BCE?

Review? I found it pleasing.
The movie did have some tweaks to work around, like how the main actor, Steven what's his face, is like...white..yet everyone else in the tribe looks very Asian/Native like. And Camille, her eyes, just could make the pupal a bit smaller just for realistic reasons.
The travelling, I am sure nobody walked from the bitter cold (In like rags showing nipples) and back to the desert all in like one day.
HOWEVER, seeing the mammoths and the action scenes was pretty cool as well. Don't want to spoil it BUT one part, that will probably give you nightmares, has to do with the 'enemy.'
In this case, it is an Egyptian prince? or god-like figure who believes he is god. He has some long, gold nails, a veil covering his head and if that wasn't freaky enough, he was like freakishly tall. AND the scariest part of all, all these albino slaves? WHAT the hell is up with that?
Not only albino...but like...blind.
I don't know something like that just freaks me out.
Well I recommend the movie for just the action and graphics.
Story line? Um typical
Acting? It's getting there

7/10

bye bye first year

The year is almost done. My biggest worry? the G word.
I feel to embaressed to say it here.
Good year, cool friends and profs.
Can't wait for summer 08/working time.
Maybe vaca this summer? Probably not, G1 yes for sure.
and I turn 19.

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