Passion Key To Success

I really don’t like some of those teachers I get in school that are so evil and spiteful. I don’t know who they think they are shouting at me, when I am simply doing my job. Perhaps some people should stop and think before they do some things; because they’re only making fools of themselves. They think just because I’m wearing this green uniform they can humiliate and intimidate me in front of everyone. Do they get some sort of crazy freakily liking in making others lives a misery?

Do you think that maybe they feel important when they are shouting?

How some of the teachers even managed to get a career in teaching is beyond me. Perhaps they blabbed their ways through it. Half of them are not any where as passionate enough as they should be. If I was ever to be a teacher I would pour my whole ambition and soul into giving the children the best possible education. It’s not just the learning of the work that’s important. A teacher should be able to have a special connection with every single child. Isn’t that the whole point of being a teacher? Is that not meant to be in the nature of teachers or any sort of person working with children?

Why do they always have to look down at me like I’m a nobody? I’m sick of being treated like a child. I know that I’m only 15 but I give them respect so isn’t it right that I should get some back? I just want to grow up, be independent, have job and be my own person. Then I can come back and show the horrible people what I’m made of. What annoys me is knowing that for the rest of my life I will always have that ugly retarded person who thinks they’re better then me and end up treating me bad. Why are humans like this? It seems like there’s this unsaid classing grade that divides all humans. Can’t we all just accept that we are all equal…Maybe that’s too much to expect from a human being…

They probably think that just because I go to a public school or that I didn’t have the same upbringing as them that I’ll never amount to anything…BRILLIANT! The one thing that keeps me going though is the fact that I know I will be able to prove them wrong. You see I Have plan. When I’m a rich queen they will come begging for forgiveness. Then I shall have no mercy on them. I will send them to the dungeons to stave to death. I will be queen.

Passion is important in any job. Do not be stuck doing something you don’t like not only will you make your own life a misery but you’ll make peoples around you too.

Hipster Is So Mainstream

Some of you may remember an older blog I did about everyone dressing the same and originality fading away. Well for some time now I’ve been trying to research and find out exactly why this is. The best answer I got was that media does all the influencing.

Another thing I found out about was a “hipster”. These people are meant to be the most original of our generation. Here is what it means… (My definition)

A Hipster is a person who expresses themselves wearing “granny” clothing, tight jeans and the most ridiculously large glasses that make no sense. Just because they have the label of a hipster they think they can wear the shortest skirt/shorts (that shows of some bum) and lowest cut top with out being called a sl*g. Sorry it doesn’t work that way.  You are most likely to find a hipster sitting in at the corner of a coffee shop, with their Ipad, continuously blogging pictures they have taken of random sh*t. These people would spend hours without end finding music that no one has heard and try to make it “theirs”.  Most of these hipsters are arrogant and don’t realize it.

At first when I found this “style of life” I was attracted to it I must admit, and without trying I found that somehow I fit into some of those categories perfectly. It was great because it was an original and had cool fashion however after many trips to the city centre and coffee shops realized that…hipsters are way too mainstream. Which is quiet ironic because one thing hipsters hate is being mainstream. It must kill to be them right now. I really don’t like hipsters they think their better then anyone else just because they know a few….okay lets take a minute here. I’m being way too judgmental but I’m sure I’m not the only one.

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Hipsters used to be cool and original but now, it’s just a fashion style. I should not and cannot judge someone on how they are dressed. However this is just an instinct that all human beings have. Maybe the person I see with big glasses actually need them and the girl I see with a short skirt actually is a sl*g. I don’t know.

So I have a question now that Hipster is the style…what are the real hipsters going to do?

Derren Brown The Magnificent

Derren Victor Brown 41 is an English mentalist, illusionist, writer and painter. I think that he genuinely is the most amazing man on earth. He is full of ideas and mystery which makes him so unique. I’ve never really been interested in mind control and illusions but as soon as I watched Derren’s’ “Events” I was completely Intrigued with his work and have based my whole future in trying to figure out how his power of suggestion and ability to predict peoples just by looking at their behavior works.

Derren, I feel is more then just an illusionist, he is the closest thing to an angel. Yes some may argue that actually he is more devilish with some of the darker things he has done, but what about all the good things his done? Hero at 30,000 feet and the system were two BRILLIANT specials that demonstrated that “magic” can actually change people’s lives. Some of the things he done in his “trick or treat” season also demonstrated how amazingly lovely he is.

Derren is not your average human being. This is because he is perfect. He may or may not agree with this statement but it’s true.The thing that I love about him so much is that he is so sure about himself and what he does, that he is not hesitant of challenging any sort of belief.

Living The Perfect Fairytale

I know I have not been blogging for sometime now but there is just something that’s been on my mind that I thought I’d share with you.

This morning I went to class with the thought of Wills and Kate in my mind and it just made me think that I WANT A PRINCE. I want a happily ever after also. As you can probably tell from the rest of my blogs I am a type of person who is extremely interested in knowing about soul mates and being able to find the right one. I’ve been interested in finding out where all these ideas have developed from. Though my main thought has always been that these ideas are pure rubbish, however I’ve come to a point where I wish that these things were true.  So maybe it’s this feeling I have right now that influences the ideas about soul mates…the idea that maybe there actually is someone for everyone, which makes humans make up these facts and try to convince themselves that “the one” will show up. That hope keeps you going. Keeps you smiling.

However I do find it difficult to keep smiling when there are many negative people around constantly reminding me that I’m not Cinderella and I’m not living a fairytale. Well that’s none of you business.I can live a fairytale if i want. You can go and be miserable in your puddle of miserableness. I’ll be happy with out you.

Like I said after a lot of thought, I’ve decided I will find my prince and not care what anybody has to say. I will live my fairy tale, just like any of you can. I’m not going to wait for the fairy tale to start because it has already begun I just need to pay more attention to it. I’m never going to stop.

Today I realised how terrible humans are at stopping themselves from bursting each others bubbles. Wouldn’t it be great if people got lessons in keeping their mouths shut?

Prom Make up?

 

Natural colours…or not?

The world as I see It

“How strange is the lot of us mortals! Each of us is here for a brief sojourn; for what purpose he knows not, though he sometimes thinks he senses it. But without deeper reflection one knows from daily life that one exists for other people — first of all for those upon whose smiles and well-being our own happiness is wholly dependent, and then for the many, unknown to us, to whose destinies we are bound by the ties of sympathy. A hundred times every day I remind myself that my inner and outer life are based on the labors of other men, living and dead, and that I must exert myself in order to give in the same measure as I have received and am still receiving…

“I have never looked upon ease and happiness as ends in themselves — this critical basis I call the ideal of a pigsty. The ideals that have lighted my way, and time after time have given me new courage to face life cheerfully, have been Kindness, Beauty, and Truth. Without the sense of kinship with men of like mind, without the occupation with the objective world, the eternally unattainable in the field of art and scientific endeavors, life would have seemed empty to me. The trite objects of human efforts — possessions, outward success, luxury — have always seemed to me contemptible.

“My passionate sense of social justice and social responsibility has always contrasted oddly with my pronounced lack of need for direct contact with other human beings and human communities. I am truly a ‘lone traveler’ and have never belonged to my country, my home, my friends, or even my immediate family, with my whole heart; in the face of all these ties, I have never lost a sense of distance and a need for solitude…”

“My political ideal is democracy. Let every man be respected as an individual and no man idolized. It is an irony of fate that I myself have been the recipient of excessive admiration and reverence from my fellow-beings, through no fault, and no merit, of my own. The cause of this may well be the desire, unattainable for many, to understand the few ideas to which I have with my feeble powers attained through ceaseless struggle. I am quite aware that for any organization to reach its goals, one man must do the thinking and directing and generally bear the responsibility. But the led must not be coerced, they must be able to choose their leader. In my opinion, an autocratic system of coercion soon degenerates; force attracts men of low morality… The really valuable thing in the pageant of human life seems to me not the political state, but the creative, sentient individual, the personality; it alone creates the noble and the sublime, while the herd as such remains dull in thought and dull in feeling.

“This topic brings me to that worst outcrop of herd life, the military system, which I abhor… This plague-spot of civilization ought to be abolished with all possible speed. Heroism on command, senseless violence, and all the loathsome nonsense that goes by the name of patriotism — how passionately I hate them!

“The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion that stands at the cradle of true art and true science. Whoever does not know it and can no longer wonder, no longer marvel, is as good as dead, and his eyes are dimmed. It was the experience of mystery — even if mixed with fear — that engendered religion. A knowledge of the existence of something we cannot penetrate, our perceptions of the profoundest reason and the most radiant beauty, which only in their most primitive forms are accessible to our minds: it is this knowledge and this emotion that constitute true religiosity. In this sense, and only this sense, I am a deeply religious man… I am satisfied with the mystery of life’s eternity and with a knowledge, a sense, of the marvelous structure of existence — as well as the humble attempt to understand even a tiny portion of the Reason that manifests itself in nature.”

 

Don’t Burst My Bubble…

My bubble is my place. You have to right to come inside or to even touch it.

It’s awful how narrow minded and selfish people. Just because their bubble isn’t a happy place (because they won’t let it be with their stupidity) they feel the need to go and ruin other people’s happiness. I don’t understand why people are like this but it could be something to do with how they’ve been brought up…or something. This doesn’t give them an excuse to make other people miserable. Maybe they should burying themselves in their sorrow and instead look at people for inspiration to do something with their lifes.