Thursday, 02 September 2010

  • Welcome to the new Generation

    Not eating doesn’t suit you at all. And come to mention it, your skinny jeans make your legs easier to use as toothpicks. Your putrid pre-pubescent looking body coated in cheap and nasty tattoos makes you look like an advertisement in a pound shop, and your piercings look like clothing security tags.

    Lets move onto your vintage and retro clothing, which in fact doesn’t make you look authentic and original, but reflects an emotional fashion victim with low self esteem on heat. Your poster covered walls scream of dying anticipation while the screaming and self mutilation of your Facebook clan dies out. You’d paint yourself in your own excrement if the idealism of your role models said otherwise, reading this in Kerrang magazine; side parting your hair to one side, puffed up pout to the other. Your facial symmetry looking like a soap drama stroke. 

    Skins being your only reference on how to live, but your attitude is worse than heredity Schizophrenia. Trying to pull off a glamourous house party, only for fifteen year old girls to lie in their own vomit. The rest of the party also acting upon impulse feasting on cheap liquor, cheap thrills and a night of cheap passion. Living it large in the living room of your parents, who just so happen to be away for the weekend. You’re drinking life through a straw.

    And as we stand there gazing aimlessly into dusty mirrors, plastering on extra coats of eye-liner for the bus into town, no one but yourself crosses our self-obsessed minds. 

    Welcome the new generation. 

     

  • The Friend Finder

    Why do I insist on adding people with say, 2 mutual friends on Facebook? I don’t know them, but there’s an irresistible urge that I can’t ignore to click the add button. One click, and I make yet another regrettable incision, carving into my free will as I abide FB’s demand to befriend people I don’t know.

    There’s no confirmation to go forward with my mindless actions which makes it even more regrettable. I have to wait until they accept and then apologise, or leave them to ignore it and let them assume I’m some crazy stalker or worse, some bumbling internet arse who has 2347076+ “friends”. My mind is slowly draining away at the mercy of Facebook’s suggestions as I blindly click the add button over, and over again…

    Even worse, I don’t do it the normal way. I don’t just click add. I mooch around the profile before hand, taking into consideration who they know and where they may come from. And then I click the button, sending me forth into damnation, cursing over an internet bible with blasphemous intent using the Lord’s name in vain. Then, before a blink of an eye, low and behold Facebook invented the Friend Finder, as if I couldn’t make friends myself. I gather it’s supposed to be used primarily to find people who you may actually be friends with in the real world, but tell that to the 200+ classmates I have added and have never actually spoke to in my life.

    So I log on every morning like I do religiously to see it perched above my news feed like a mothership over a crop circle. It’s just there, you see. Pointlessly. Who other was suggested than my school Math’s teacher and some relative unknown who I’m led believe, is also in my secondary school, who looks so young I’d have mistaken him for a foetus. Thanks Facebook. Here are your choices: add your old teacher and seem insecure about adult life as you cling to the seams of what childhood you have left, or appear like a friendless paedophile by adding an 11 year old when you’re off to University in just over a year’s time. Not that I can vouch for either of those; I do have three teachers on my friend list and a couple of 11-15 year olds courtesy of my brother and my friend’s younger love interests.

    My point is: Facebook is fuelling my adding addiction. Sometimes I mask the embarrassment when they ask who I am by saying “sorry, you looked familiar”. That way, it doesn’t seem as creepy as what I meant to say: “you’re friends with my friends and I thought we could be friends too”. Maybe if I ever actually do encounter them, I’ll hold out a bag of sweets…

     

Saturday, 24 July 2010

  • Dignity and Acceptance

    Apparently no Bengalis went to the Proms in the Park today because of the British patriotism going on (handing out Union Jack flags, playing national anthems alongside orchestral compositions of other typical British things such as James Bond and Harry Potter etc.).

    Usually when something like a talent show in Hyde goes on, it has a general appeal and a rather large majority of Bengalis in the area even take part as well as attend. But as soon as the Union Jack is whipped out or a little bit of peaceful dignity is shown, they stay barge poles away.

    The fact that the Bengali community boycotted the Proms, shows that they can be racist/intolerant also, and this segregation of hatred isn't all one sided like the media leads us to believe. We embrace them into our community and tolerate their culture and lifestyle yet this is their attitude towards ours. It's pretty damn pathetic.

    Mr brother came home excited and smiling from tonight, but expressed disappointment in that nobody of "an ethnic minority" barely attended. I'm sure he wasn't the only one to have noticed.

    Let's face it, the majority of white Britons aren't racist. Of course, if we were, we wouldn't have foreign take-away and fast food, mosques, synagogues or even shops to cater different ethnic cultures; but I am outraged at the lack of respect that has been shown today.

    It was a brilliant show set up in the bandstand in the park. The orchestra and singers were amazing, each song was spot on. They played popular music to cater for all generations in a classical manner to keep the context of the proms and in all, it was a very successful evening. No doubt it was enjoyed by all there and by those who could hear it blocks away.

    No matter what your culture, your religion, your lifestyle; I'm sure you still have room in your heart and mind to openly accept others.

    There's one fundamental commandment I wholly agree with, and that's treat others in a way that YOU would like to be treated.

Sunday, 27 June 2010

  • I Think I Expect Too Much From the Football.

    My attempts at watching the England v Germany game this afternoon were somewhat limited. 90 minutes for me consisted of watching the first 7 minutes: in which after 2 it simulated that of a very weak climax dosed with amphetamine to prolong my impatience until my brain prolapsed. It left me leaving dissatisfied and craving for Songs of Praise.

    I didn’t need to watch the rest of the match as I was constantly streamed with status updates on Facebook about the matter. Even I screamed “idiot!” at the fool who asked “what the score was” an hour after the match. As if you didn’t know. Where have you been all day? Beyond the grave? Even Hitler knew the score, and he was cheering his dead socks off.

    Needless to say, I was more amused at one player who was sporting bright yellow boots. I’d imagine punching everyone in the room whenever his feet came into shot screaming “CHEESY FEET” as they spilt their cremated sausages dosed in hellish red ketchup all over their neatly pressed, white England shirts.

    I lack an attention span. Once the yellow boot incident occurred, I imagined all the players to be donning banana costumes whilst kicking a melon instead of a ball. And suddenly the grass was a sea of sherbet and the crowd were jelly babies. But I think that was just me mistaking that spliff for a vuvuzela in my attempt at patriotism.
  • Currently: Strawberry Switchblade
    - Since Yesterday

    I've just been told off for not having a good old rant on here anymore

    But I deem period pains, stress, work load and getting the bus too mundane these days.
    So as soon as I have some good ideas, I'll get back to blogging. I need to get my portfolio going again :)

    For the time being, anyone have any suggestions?
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