Royal Wedding

I started off the day with no interest in the wedding at all. Maybe it was because of the overwhelming headlines everywhere that put me off it, but as I switched onto Youtube for a brief glimpse at 10 in the morning I was immediately transfixed.

It drew me in and I became ever more attached to this Wedding. I realised that it was something that everyone in Britain should watch, regardless if you are Black, White, Chinese or any other ethnic race, this shit was important. Judging from the camera shots quite a lot of people were camping beside the procession route, and I felt proud that they did. In many ways I regretted I didn't meet up with a few friends to do this, it really was a once in a lifetime opportunity. So as the cameras shot many angles of the crowd, I was glowing inside that they donned the Union Jack flag with pride. It really made me smile.

Not only that, but I grew to adore William and Kate, or should I say Catherine. Let's be honest, she was a fitty, and especially on a wedding day, growwlllll. The wedding became instantly important in many people's mind, I gathered this from the changing views of friends and followers alike on Twitter. It was a nice thing to see.

It made me think also, we shouldn't just misuse this bank holiday for our individual leisures, because this day was given to us to celebrate the marriage of two very important people. The ceremony was glorious, the carriages were beautiful, the mood must have been delightful despite being a cloudy day. But once again, I do feel that it has been a wonderful day for everyone, and one of those rare events where everyone in this glorious country feels a sense of pride. I, for one, am proud I am British.

Grow Up

There are some people who won't grow up. I'm nearly an adult and I EXPECT others to behave the same way. The way you dress, the way you walk, the way you speak is so crucial and important for any boy. But some people are choosing to remain the person they were in year 8, someone who's immature, absolutely annoying and doesn't think through things at all.

Alright, it might be funny sometimes but you gotta learn to treat it as a joke, rather than letting it be who you are. I don't wanna name names but it's just the way it is.

So, GROW UP

I HATE FLIES

There's nothing that pisses me off more than the sound of a fly just buzzing uselessly around my room. Sometimes I'm heads down, deep in thought and this ear piercing BZZZZZZZZZZZZ comes outta nowhere and circumnavigates my room. Like where did it come from?!

To make it worse I'm just awkwardly stuck there not knowing what to do. BECAUSE firstly I don't want to go near that black thing, secondly I have no idea to strike it down, thirdly it's moving around like the speed of light (in my opinion) and FINALLY it's not going out of the door/window/hole I've opened for it to flippin' GET OUT!

ARGH.

What's worse is that there's a dead one, on the floor, and I have to clean it up. Fuck.You.Flies.

Beautiful Days

It really has been beautiful these past few days in London. I'm sitting here, in my typical suburban villa soaking up the sun on my new, green and lush turf. Nothing could be better.

Actually apart from the fact it is beautiful weather the rest is total bullshit. Of course, I don't want to 'conform' to what I have to on a summer's day. Instead I'm flippin locked indoors knowing inside that tests are looming and I've read and read over notes but nothing soaks in. 

Things I'm tired of

I can honestly say this list would be so damn long if I can recollect every singly thing in my mind. But because I am human I can't be asked to do so.

So here goes.

- I'm tired of waking up in the morning and washing my face
- I'm tired of constantly being shouted at for not doing household chores
- I'm tired that at the same time I'm being shouted at for not doing my homework (wtf do you want me to do)
- I'm tired of getting work to do over the holidays
- I'm tired of going at and getting slated by others on what I'm wearing
- I'm tired of pretending that I like you when I really don't
- I'm tired of constantly pleasing others with my sweet beautiful words and you bitch about my back bout it
- I'm tired of using "I'm tired"

So this is my initial list, I'll keep adding it when things crop up

Change

I've realised the articles before were a bit too formal and trying to achieve that 'Hey I'm a clever and sophisticated blogger dude and I'm gonna give you interesting articles on my thoughts and shit"

Well, I'm gonna stop that now.

Because I've committed that one crime every english teacher scours you at, being someone else. So from now on it's gonna be slang, swear-words and down-right Londoner writing.

Pimple Pain

My mother always told me it was the hormonal changes in your body that constitute to the acne growth and it should be over very soon. 

Fuck that.

Because it seems that for FIVE long ass years my fucking face is still infested with these little red assholes and the situation only seems to be worsening. Now I try to mask it, I grow an asian fringe which I refuse to cut, I try and eat 'healthily' to prevent future breakouts and my list of things to do keep going on. But you know what, it really breaks my heart when all this shit I do goes towards NOTHING. And as if that didn't hurt it enough it continues to stamp on my broken heart by getting worse and worse on my face.

Now don't let other people tell you "It's fine, just be yourself. People wanna love the person within you..." fuuuuuuuuuuucccck that shit. Seriously, if I was in that situation of having clear skin and having to comfort someone with bad skin, of course I'll bloody say that. The truth is, it's just a bit of pointless advice to keep you shut up so I don't need to blast your stupid ass face. 

Its really gotten up to that point where I've given up. I go out and see almost every fucking teenager with absolutely clear or close to clear complexion and I'm just sitting there wondering why the fuck this shit has got to happen to me. The ONE good side to it is that I don't have to fucking look at my face because I'm looking out of it. So i just pretend everything is cool and walk around like the usual self.

Five years of pain and torture and seriously, this could go on longer. I'm tired of acting like I don't care about my pimples, I'm tired of waking up every morning and staring at my infested face, tired that I have to constantly do my routines to try and 'achieve' perfect skin. So if anyone, or maybe even God, could help, it would mean so much to me.

Is it worth it?

Whoever came up with this Hollister/Abercrombie style marketing strategy is a genius. 

Firstly they employ beautiful, young, attractive people as their workers. A good image is immediately established. Then, they have some fancy dark den of a shop to sell their clothes. Another great idea. In addition the prices of their products are outside the usual budget of any cash-strapped teenager but don't worry, they are at the low end of their Daddy's wallet.

All in all, it's a shop where the quality is decent, the service is attractive, and the customer satisfaction is pretty good. Bravo to them!

Hare or Tortoise?

Perhaps people like to think of themselves as the hare in this situation. The one who is the fastest, theoretically the best and outruns everyone. But let us be a little honest here, are you?

If anything I don't believe in the existence of such 'hare', everyone is a tortoise. Sure, some people might be a little ahead in life, but there are still areas of them left to develop. A person who has the eye-catching qualifications might not match up to the social skills of another, and the list goes on...

All change is slow by nature. Think about it. If you were to lift weights one night it does not mean you will be like that muscular model in the advert. It requires slow, tedious persistence to achieve anything great. We live in a society where people expect to obtain something in the fast means possible, it just doesn't work like that. People need to get real and understand our characteristics are something which come WITHIN ourselves. They are not things bought or sold in a shop, ready to attach to you.

It is a tough topic but one that is mind provoking. So I hope that after reading this, you will begin to understand that the Hare doesn't really exist, you are the tortoise.

Mind Stimulation

I think it's all part of growing up, but has anyone else realised people are generally getting thicker and lazier?

It doesn't come as a surprise because for the people living in the urban jungle, we are constantly being attacked by picture after picture, video after video of the same mind un-stimulating crap. Because of this, people are slowly losing the ability to do anything 'long term'.

But why? Why do we always ask 'why'? Because it shows a stimulation to find out something, but usually when we see a show on TV, we never question ourselves why it was acted in that way, why the camera angle was shot in that way. We just automatically absorb the visual qualities in front of us and maybe save some of the content to the back of our brain. But has it never happened to any of you? That feeling of 'watching this is so pointless I feel like doing something challenging and interesting'? Because if you haven't, your mind is fucked.

Fucked in the bad way, don't try and find excuses. It shows that you're 'brain dead' and is an indication you have no purpose in life any more. I often despise people who never venture out into their own city and stay isolated at home, with the only daring accomplishment in their life being a mediocre keyboard warrior and amassing a long list of internet porn. Don't they know that the world is outside for them to find adventures in? Is it that great to stay alone and be slightly stimulated by TV or the internet?

If your answer is yes to any of those questions please go die, for there is seriously no point for your existence if that is the case. But seriously, instead of being entertained why don't you entertain yourself? Rather than being part of the pact lead your own adventure, life should be exciting and shouldn't be wasted behind an electronic screen!

Acting Relaxed

It has come to my attention that recently I've been acting too relaxed. You might thing; "Well, what is the problem with this? Surely it means you must be socially confident."

That's what I thought too.

But no it isn't. You see, I experienced a lot of benefits when acting relaxed in everything I do. Generally, you aren't scared of people no more, because you're relaxed and not worried even if someone is carrying a weapon. Other people get the same vibe about you, so they are attracted to you, knowing you seem like a 'cool' person to hang out with.

So you may be wondering 'where is this article going?', that I shall address immediately, well, sort of.

The benefits of acting cool may be good at first, but in the long term you suffer. Why? Because people can't take you seriously. Think about it, first impressions are important right? So if someone knew you as a cool and relaxed person the moment they saw you that image of you will be implanted in their minds from then on. And people generally don't like this, because they see you are not serious at anything and it blows them away from you.

You may be wondering at this point; 'Well, it isn't happening to me' but how do you really know that? I certainly thought I was doing well, until that was I started getting all this feedback from teachers, friends and even my mum, it was because of this which prompted me to change.

So if anything, don't try and act to 'relaxed' and cool in public. As painful as it is just to be a stereotypical socially conditioned person it is something you just have to live by. Maybe wear nice clothes and find other means to look good but certainly don't misuse this attitude of coolness to cover the true you underneath.

That last one sounded cheesy.