Monday, 7 March 2011
Monday, 28 February 2011
Dusty bookshelves
Love, a four letter word. Often uttered from romance filled heart throbs and barley ever questioned by the universe.
A definition if looked up, has many explanations yet never to be narrowed down to one simple meaning.
When I wondered the great halls of the British library today, I glanced over at the fifteen foot high shelves filed with novels all branded with names such as Nicholas sparks, Emily Bronte and even aging back to Shakespeare himself. All great writers of love. Those talented ones who could transfer words of such a delicate emotion into text.
But evidentially as I glanced at such great literature, it crossed my mind of what really is this Love we speak of?
Merely a thought, a feeling or simply a belief?
In my opinion, I would say, I can think of it as a thought, also feel it as a feeling. Yet when it comes down to whether or not I believe in it, well that’s a whole different ball park.
Love has no comparison to a myth, a folk tale or ever a childhood belief such as the tooth fairy.
It shouldn’t be stated as a belief, yet more like an experience, something that was a mere idea until it happens. An experience that when the opportunity arises, you should take it with both hands. As an experience like love, can may or may not ever happen again, the chance shouldn’t be given the cold shoulder. An experience that never should be given up on.
Love the oldest story in the book
The greatest story to tell.
And the one you will never forget.
A definition if looked up, has many explanations yet never to be narrowed down to one simple meaning.
When I wondered the great halls of the British library today, I glanced over at the fifteen foot high shelves filed with novels all branded with names such as Nicholas sparks, Emily Bronte and even aging back to Shakespeare himself. All great writers of love. Those talented ones who could transfer words of such a delicate emotion into text.
But evidentially as I glanced at such great literature, it crossed my mind of what really is this Love we speak of?
Merely a thought, a feeling or simply a belief?
In my opinion, I would say, I can think of it as a thought, also feel it as a feeling. Yet when it comes down to whether or not I believe in it, well that’s a whole different ball park.
Love has no comparison to a myth, a folk tale or ever a childhood belief such as the tooth fairy.
It shouldn’t be stated as a belief, yet more like an experience, something that was a mere idea until it happens. An experience that when the opportunity arises, you should take it with both hands. As an experience like love, can may or may not ever happen again, the chance shouldn’t be given the cold shoulder. An experience that never should be given up on.
Love the oldest story in the book
The greatest story to tell.
And the one you will never forget.
Thursday, 24 February 2011
The reminders of regrets
Scars. People have scars, all over them, in all different places. Their like little secret maps, of someone’s personal life, the little roads that get covered up by clothing or makeup. Like the back roads of the country that no one ever knows about. These are the diagrams of old wounds that have big stories behind them. Most of these wounds heal in due course and leave us with these tiny indents known as scars. Yet some of them don’t. some wounds, we carry with us everywhere, even though the cut is long gone, the pain, the memories, the accident, still lies with us, and lingers.
What’s worse, whether it be those new cuts, those horribly painful ones or merely the old wound, which should have healed and disappeared years ago. We all know that one wound that never really did heal, because we never let it rest, and heal on its own, those ones that maybe should teach us something. There normally the wounds that remind us where we’ve been, what were overcome, and what we should avoid the ones we think we shouldn’t forget about. So we rely on these old wounds to stick with us to remind us not to do that silly thing again. Well we hope that, we think that it will stick around to help us. That’s what we like to think anyway; but most of the time, in reality of things, no matter how much we look at the wound, we normally forget the meaning, and usually end up learning that same mistake over and over again.
What’s worse, whether it be those new cuts, those horribly painful ones or merely the old wound, which should have healed and disappeared years ago. We all know that one wound that never really did heal, because we never let it rest, and heal on its own, those ones that maybe should teach us something. There normally the wounds that remind us where we’ve been, what were overcome, and what we should avoid the ones we think we shouldn’t forget about. So we rely on these old wounds to stick with us to remind us not to do that silly thing again. Well we hope that, we think that it will stick around to help us. That’s what we like to think anyway; but most of the time, in reality of things, no matter how much we look at the wound, we normally forget the meaning, and usually end up learning that same mistake over and over again.
Friday, 14 January 2011
Luc Bigg
As I sit in front of a dusty black keyboard, ridden with lower school children’s germs, I slowly type away at the attempt to define a boy, a teen in his mere prime of life at the fragile age of 16, My Subject; Luc Bigg.
He sits next to me humming the chorus of Katy Perry’s firework, over and over until realisation of the fact he needs to attempt some sort of progress in his product design work. He sits with great pride over the cheap child safe surface which bares a computer, as he stares adamantly at the screen in wonder; “what to do next.”
His ironed out blue shirt that clothes his chest sits slowly crumpling throughout the days work, as the clock ticks further towards 3.35pm. A break out from reality for a mere 48 hours of the prison known as sixth form.
Luc Bigg, an art, product design, business and financier in the making. He states, I drink I smoke, I shag, its cliché but its what I do, yet when I say it out loud I just sound like a cunt.”
I rummaged through his bag to find the contents of his pre-consumption of what may or may not be a pencil case. Imminently it clicked. Just looking at the contents of his bag, I came into realisation of that his bag was; His mind set. One section full of books, and his future. Yet a small section of mess. Which in inability is his mindset, his enjoyment, his small thing to the side that keeps him going through the stress and anxiety of the ever so pressured lifestyle of a sixth former. His bit to the side; the drugs, the sex and everything else in-between. This is his free lance of life which allows him to be Luc Bigg, the small piece that adds to him. That separates him from the average blue shirted AS student.
I feel we will never understand the mind set of others around us, people say we can relate to one another. But the only thing we really can relate to is the fact were all on this planet, the individual difference of our own lifestyle and being, is something that no one can ever relate to.
Luc Bigg a complex mind, a complex person, a soul in the living world.
He sits next to me humming the chorus of Katy Perry’s firework, over and over until realisation of the fact he needs to attempt some sort of progress in his product design work. He sits with great pride over the cheap child safe surface which bares a computer, as he stares adamantly at the screen in wonder; “what to do next.”
His ironed out blue shirt that clothes his chest sits slowly crumpling throughout the days work, as the clock ticks further towards 3.35pm. A break out from reality for a mere 48 hours of the prison known as sixth form.
Luc Bigg, an art, product design, business and financier in the making. He states, I drink I smoke, I shag, its cliché but its what I do, yet when I say it out loud I just sound like a cunt.”
I rummaged through his bag to find the contents of his pre-consumption of what may or may not be a pencil case. Imminently it clicked. Just looking at the contents of his bag, I came into realisation of that his bag was; His mind set. One section full of books, and his future. Yet a small section of mess. Which in inability is his mindset, his enjoyment, his small thing to the side that keeps him going through the stress and anxiety of the ever so pressured lifestyle of a sixth former. His bit to the side; the drugs, the sex and everything else in-between. This is his free lance of life which allows him to be Luc Bigg, the small piece that adds to him. That separates him from the average blue shirted AS student.
I feel we will never understand the mind set of others around us, people say we can relate to one another. But the only thing we really can relate to is the fact were all on this planet, the individual difference of our own lifestyle and being, is something that no one can ever relate to.
Luc Bigg a complex mind, a complex person, a soul in the living world.
Tuesday, 28 December 2010
Be the leading lady
In a movie, there are always two types of characters; the leading lady and the best friend.
And depending on circumstances and situational values there is that day, it tends to differ in what you play.
one day, you can be the supporting friend, looking out for the leading lady in someone else’s day.. yet another day you can be playing the leading lady., the one who desires it all, the one with all the attention. The leading lady is the one who everyone focus’ on, the one who takes control. The dominate character.
But some days you just don’t know who to play, and that’s when times really do get hard. The confusion of wanting to be the leading lady, yet only ever merely playing the best friend.
The point I’m getting at is that, we as people are never going to know when the biggest day of our life will occur. We may think we know, and prep ourselves to be the leading lady as we feel this is our time to shine, yet they’re never as big as you make them out to be in our head.
It’s the regular days. The ones that start out to be ever so normal. Those days are the ones that end up being our biggest, without us even knowing. Its not until its happing. You don’t recognize your biggest day. Not until your right there in the middle of it, in the moment. The day you commit yourself to someone or something. Whether it’s the day you get your heart broken. The day you meet your soul mate. The day you realize that there’s not enough time… because you want to live forever. Those days are the biggest days. The prefect most serial ones, the ones you wish you could play over and over and never let go. Those are our biggest days.
But answer me this one question. What happens that in those normal days, which never seem to be big until your half way through? What happens, when that moment you realize it’s the day to be the leading lady, yet only playing the best friend, what then happens? What if we only have one big day, the day were meant to shine, yet we don’t? Do we just miss out, and we’ve missed our chance forever ?. Well my answer to that is, don’t let that chance miss you. Play the leading lady. everyone deserves to be the leading lady in their own life, everyday. So here is me telling you now. Take that chance, make that risk, be the central character of your own life. And don’t let others shine over you. Stop being the best friend. Be the leading lady.
And depending on circumstances and situational values there is that day, it tends to differ in what you play.
one day, you can be the supporting friend, looking out for the leading lady in someone else’s day.. yet another day you can be playing the leading lady., the one who desires it all, the one with all the attention. The leading lady is the one who everyone focus’ on, the one who takes control. The dominate character.
But some days you just don’t know who to play, and that’s when times really do get hard. The confusion of wanting to be the leading lady, yet only ever merely playing the best friend.
The point I’m getting at is that, we as people are never going to know when the biggest day of our life will occur. We may think we know, and prep ourselves to be the leading lady as we feel this is our time to shine, yet they’re never as big as you make them out to be in our head.
It’s the regular days. The ones that start out to be ever so normal. Those days are the ones that end up being our biggest, without us even knowing. Its not until its happing. You don’t recognize your biggest day. Not until your right there in the middle of it, in the moment. The day you commit yourself to someone or something. Whether it’s the day you get your heart broken. The day you meet your soul mate. The day you realize that there’s not enough time… because you want to live forever. Those days are the biggest days. The prefect most serial ones, the ones you wish you could play over and over and never let go. Those are our biggest days.
But answer me this one question. What happens that in those normal days, which never seem to be big until your half way through? What happens, when that moment you realize it’s the day to be the leading lady, yet only playing the best friend, what then happens? What if we only have one big day, the day were meant to shine, yet we don’t? Do we just miss out, and we’ve missed our chance forever ?. Well my answer to that is, don’t let that chance miss you. Play the leading lady. everyone deserves to be the leading lady in their own life, everyday. So here is me telling you now. Take that chance, make that risk, be the central character of your own life. And don’t let others shine over you. Stop being the best friend. Be the leading lady.
Sunday, 28 November 2010
To everygirl out there, im here to inspire
This is purely because I’ve felt like this for a long time and it was needed to be said, i created an analogy to make things a little easier, i am going to compare us girls to handbags... enjoy.
have you ever broken up or been cheated on by someone, and watch them replace you?, what i want to tell you girls, is that we are like handbags, all of us, we, the originals, the ones who make the boy who they are, we are the Prada’s of all handbags, and the replacements are the Prado’s, you know the ones you can buy of the side of a street or market stand for £20.
you see the Prada handbag is the one they will take on the expensive dinner dates, the one he will show off to friends, family and important people, due to its fine stitching and beautiful detailing, knowing that where he uses it, people will respect the bag and won’t be tempted to steal it as he knows that bag is so precious!.
whereas the Prado bag is the one he will fling about, overload with heavy books, let it get ripped and not care where he takes it, as it could be potentially stolen, say if he got drunk and left it somewhere, someone could pick up that Prado and take it away, and the reason he doesn’t care because he knows that bag won’t cost as much as the original as its only the replicate, but due to the Prada being so expensive he could leave it in the cupboard, tucked away, neglecting it and will end up over using the tacky Prado, but one day that Prada all shiny and left in the cupboard sitting board, will get picked up and stolen, and looked after by a different owner, and that’s the moment, the day he realizes his expensive shiny original Prada is stolen by someone else, and all he is left with is the fake rip of Prado, so he will spend and spend more and more on fake replicates and that day he tries to get a Prada bag back,, he will realize he’s broke, and will never ever be able to buy back his thousand pound collection bag. His Prada is gone and will never get that bag.
Girls we will always be the Prada’s in his life and the Prado’s will live up to us.
have you ever broken up or been cheated on by someone, and watch them replace you?, what i want to tell you girls, is that we are like handbags, all of us, we, the originals, the ones who make the boy who they are, we are the Prada’s of all handbags, and the replacements are the Prado’s, you know the ones you can buy of the side of a street or market stand for £20.
you see the Prada handbag is the one they will take on the expensive dinner dates, the one he will show off to friends, family and important people, due to its fine stitching and beautiful detailing, knowing that where he uses it, people will respect the bag and won’t be tempted to steal it as he knows that bag is so precious!.
whereas the Prado bag is the one he will fling about, overload with heavy books, let it get ripped and not care where he takes it, as it could be potentially stolen, say if he got drunk and left it somewhere, someone could pick up that Prado and take it away, and the reason he doesn’t care because he knows that bag won’t cost as much as the original as its only the replicate, but due to the Prada being so expensive he could leave it in the cupboard, tucked away, neglecting it and will end up over using the tacky Prado, but one day that Prada all shiny and left in the cupboard sitting board, will get picked up and stolen, and looked after by a different owner, and that’s the moment, the day he realizes his expensive shiny original Prada is stolen by someone else, and all he is left with is the fake rip of Prado, so he will spend and spend more and more on fake replicates and that day he tries to get a Prada bag back,, he will realize he’s broke, and will never ever be able to buy back his thousand pound collection bag. His Prada is gone and will never get that bag.
Girls we will always be the Prada’s in his life and the Prado’s will live up to us.
Friday, 2 July 2010
Stuck in old ways..
My girls i'll always love them wherever our future take us :)
So from Monday to Friday I’ve been in inductions for sixth forms, Monday to Wednesday I attended Leventhorpe, and Thursday to Friday I was at St marks, the overall experience of both were good, i loved Leventhorpe and seriously considering going there, and St marks induction was okay also.
The thing that struck me the most was the whole idea of "new people", meaning if I did end up going to Leventhorpe, i would have to start from scratch, new friends, new surroundings, and new lifestyle. Kind of scary right?
I think I’ve got so set into 5 years of new ways, with the same people, the same school and same teachers that St marks has become some sort of a security blanket to me, and I think if I stay there for another 2 years, maybe I’ll get to attached and it will be even harder for me to move on to a place such as university.
During the inductions, we did "team building" a way to break the ice between strangers by getting them to do tasks in which we communicate with one another, but I felt that by drawing pictures together wasn’t the best way to become friends with someone you just met, as we would put on a fake smile pretend to like each other for the 15 minute task, and then when the task finished we would run to our old friends and clasp to them like a security blanket.
My personal outlook on it, is that I felt I became closer to a group of people who I hadn’t met before due to the fact we just sat at a table during lunch and shared some very personal and embarrassing stories, and after that I felt like I had actually accomplished some sort of ice break between people and all we did was sit with each other during lunch.
I feel we as students are stuck it concrete secure ways, that we have built barriers to keep friends we’ve known for a long time in, and now were older we have found it hard to accept others and let them melt that barrier, and if we ever want to fit in somewhere new, we need to go back to our child state of mind and become honest with people and let everyone in, and then we can pick and chose who we want to keep in the barrier, and who we don’t need so much anymore.
so bloggers if you really want to get to know someone in a day, don’t play with Lego to construct a friendship, just talk in depth with someone, and don’t be scared to be truthful, after all these are the people you could end up sharing the next two years with, might as well start on the first day right ? x
The thing that struck me the most was the whole idea of "new people", meaning if I did end up going to Leventhorpe, i would have to start from scratch, new friends, new surroundings, and new lifestyle. Kind of scary right?
I think I’ve got so set into 5 years of new ways, with the same people, the same school and same teachers that St marks has become some sort of a security blanket to me, and I think if I stay there for another 2 years, maybe I’ll get to attached and it will be even harder for me to move on to a place such as university.
During the inductions, we did "team building" a way to break the ice between strangers by getting them to do tasks in which we communicate with one another, but I felt that by drawing pictures together wasn’t the best way to become friends with someone you just met, as we would put on a fake smile pretend to like each other for the 15 minute task, and then when the task finished we would run to our old friends and clasp to them like a security blanket.
My personal outlook on it, is that I felt I became closer to a group of people who I hadn’t met before due to the fact we just sat at a table during lunch and shared some very personal and embarrassing stories, and after that I felt like I had actually accomplished some sort of ice break between people and all we did was sit with each other during lunch.
I feel we as students are stuck it concrete secure ways, that we have built barriers to keep friends we’ve known for a long time in, and now were older we have found it hard to accept others and let them melt that barrier, and if we ever want to fit in somewhere new, we need to go back to our child state of mind and become honest with people and let everyone in, and then we can pick and chose who we want to keep in the barrier, and who we don’t need so much anymore.
so bloggers if you really want to get to know someone in a day, don’t play with Lego to construct a friendship, just talk in depth with someone, and don’t be scared to be truthful, after all these are the people you could end up sharing the next two years with, might as well start on the first day right ? x
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