Every single time I am forced to include myself in group work, I can't help but try to take the wheel and do it all myself.
It's not because I think I can do it better, or because I hate people, it's simply because it's SO much easier to work on something if you are doing it alone.
While I have been successful in group work, I despise every minute of it. Ok not despise, but I can't think of a softer term. The constant texting to meet up, then the slow production at meetings because we all can't help but be social together. Then there's the sharing of work which never goes to plan because someone's always either kinda stupid, or kinda lazy. In a not mean way.
Grumble.
Wednesday, 27 October 2010
Sunday, 24 October 2010
Square Enix
The other thing that raised me.
I grew up believing different worlds existed and it was up to us to save each and every one of them.
Or at least live in them.
Saturday, 23 October 2010
Jeddah Freedom
Photographer: Tamara Husseini
Model: Nayef Hassan
Is it weird that I relate Jeddah to freedom?
My idea of my time in Jeddah is perfectly depicted through this picture.
Marc Jacobs Bang
(All Images taken from Google)
I love Marc Jacobs for doing this. Why? This happens to be the most egotistical photo of any man I have seen in my life and to be honest, I'm shocked and jealous I didn't do it first.
When you're your own muse, you know you're the shit.
Buffy-Verse
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Aka
The show that raised me.
I grew up believing that one day we would all have to face our first vampire. I'm still waiting, sarcastic remarks in hand.
Monday, 18 October 2010
The Nod of Nods
The thing that makes me laugh all the time.
Have you ever been talking to someone and all of a sudden they start just...nodding.
It always happens to me, which at one point makes me feel predictable, but on the other always makes me laugh.
I'm not sure why, but their INTENSE belief that they know what I'm about to say and decision to reveal it through the shaking of their face, just gets me every time.
The only thing that would ever top this, is if a waiter just started nodding at me the second I start saying my order. I would die. A good death though.
Have you ever been talking to someone and all of a sudden they start just...nodding.
It always happens to me, which at one point makes me feel predictable, but on the other always makes me laugh.
I'm not sure why, but their INTENSE belief that they know what I'm about to say and decision to reveal it through the shaking of their face, just gets me every time.
The only thing that would ever top this, is if a waiter just started nodding at me the second I start saying my order. I would die. A good death though.
Friday, 15 October 2010
Night Out, But Which Country?
Social events obviously vary from place to place. The interests of the people are in no doubt extremely different based on where it is they live.
For example, Jeddah, Saudi Arabia(heart), where a 'night out' means hanging out with as MANY friends as possible in one area. Usually a house because outside a house means chances of being persecuted for speaking to the opposite gender. But backwards thoughts aside, Jeddah is all about having a party without the party label every night.
Now, England. Notice I did not put a town or city because this applies to ALL of England. A 'night out' in England consists of getting as little or as many friends as possible to go out and get just a little bit wasted, lose your inhibitions and dance the night away rubbing up against a stranger you are convinced is the love of your life.
Before you start pointing the finger, I admit I am guilty of this 'night out' style.
England is all bout having the PARTY with the label of PARTY.
At one point in my life I thought this was because of the people in each area, but no, It's simply the environment they are in.
I am 100% certain that if I brought all my friends from Jeddah to England, our parties without the party label, would indeed become labelled as PARTY.
And the same applies to England friends, that we would LOSE the label but continue the 'party'.
I hope I'm making sense, if not, slap me.
For example, Jeddah, Saudi Arabia(heart), where a 'night out' means hanging out with as MANY friends as possible in one area. Usually a house because outside a house means chances of being persecuted for speaking to the opposite gender. But backwards thoughts aside, Jeddah is all about having a party without the party label every night.
Now, England. Notice I did not put a town or city because this applies to ALL of England. A 'night out' in England consists of getting as little or as many friends as possible to go out and get just a little bit wasted, lose your inhibitions and dance the night away rubbing up against a stranger you are convinced is the love of your life.
Before you start pointing the finger, I admit I am guilty of this 'night out' style.
England is all bout having the PARTY with the label of PARTY.
At one point in my life I thought this was because of the people in each area, but no, It's simply the environment they are in.
I am 100% certain that if I brought all my friends from Jeddah to England, our parties without the party label, would indeed become labelled as PARTY.
And the same applies to England friends, that we would LOSE the label but continue the 'party'.
I hope I'm making sense, if not, slap me.
Wednesday, 13 October 2010
The Losers Of The World
Personal Experience Time:
Last night i went to a friends friends house for an after-party with a couple of my friends, which included a very small boy. When I say small I don't mean young, just SMALL.
This innocent kid was simply looking at a card in the house, when all of a sudden, this BIG boy starts freaking out about how no one's allowed to touch his card. Again, BIG boy.
He proceeds to push this small boy out of the house yelling his ass off about how someone was touching his card.
Why he has a personal and sexual relationship with his card I will never know. We left, but only after I was threatened to be probably murdered when going back to get my jacket. Oh yes, this psycho, wanted to destroy me for apologising on behalf of the small kid who, of course, was shaking constantly due to the shock of BIG boy attacking SMALL boy.
There's a point to this story.
This BIG boy was fully aware that he was BIG and that the SMALL boy was in fact, VERY SMALL. Yet he thought it was okay to almost break small boys back with shoves outside the house for 'touching his card'.
Why this man, I'm sorry psycho killer, is a Loser of the World IS:
-Violent
-UNNECESSARILY Violent
-PURPOSEFULLY Violent
-Power Complex
-Pathetic because of not-even-funny power complex.
This guy had SUCH a power complex, he took hold of an opportunity to abuse a tiny person JUST to make him feel like he can get someone down. SURPRISE fat-ass, the only thing you need to get down is your weight.
If you're going to have a power complex, have one that doesn't make you more publicly pathetic than you already are, you look like a Loser Of The World.
Ok there might not be a HUGE point to this story except there are psycho people out there who have sexual relations with their Birthday Cards.
And to know when to 'get out of there'.
I had my jacket, I had my stuff, this guy was losing his mind so I 'got out of there'.
Lesson Learnt.
Last night i went to a friends friends house for an after-party with a couple of my friends, which included a very small boy. When I say small I don't mean young, just SMALL.
This innocent kid was simply looking at a card in the house, when all of a sudden, this BIG boy starts freaking out about how no one's allowed to touch his card. Again, BIG boy.
He proceeds to push this small boy out of the house yelling his ass off about how someone was touching his card.
Why he has a personal and sexual relationship with his card I will never know. We left, but only after I was threatened to be probably murdered when going back to get my jacket. Oh yes, this psycho, wanted to destroy me for apologising on behalf of the small kid who, of course, was shaking constantly due to the shock of BIG boy attacking SMALL boy.
There's a point to this story.
This BIG boy was fully aware that he was BIG and that the SMALL boy was in fact, VERY SMALL. Yet he thought it was okay to almost break small boys back with shoves outside the house for 'touching his card'.
Why this man, I'm sorry psycho killer, is a Loser of the World IS:
-Violent
-UNNECESSARILY Violent
-PURPOSEFULLY Violent
-Power Complex
-Pathetic because of not-even-funny power complex.
This guy had SUCH a power complex, he took hold of an opportunity to abuse a tiny person JUST to make him feel like he can get someone down. SURPRISE fat-ass, the only thing you need to get down is your weight.
If you're going to have a power complex, have one that doesn't make you more publicly pathetic than you already are, you look like a Loser Of The World.
Ok there might not be a HUGE point to this story except there are psycho people out there who have sexual relations with their Birthday Cards.
And to know when to 'get out of there'.
I had my jacket, I had my stuff, this guy was losing his mind so I 'got out of there'.
Lesson Learnt.
Monday, 11 October 2010
The "I'm On Vacation" Excuse
We all do it, and if you just said you don't, know that I know that you...are a liar.
Every single time we go on vacation, whether it be going away for a day or a month, we give ourselves this right to eat pretty much whatever we want.
Is it because we're now free from our usual routines that we're allowed to spin out of control?
And does this mean that staying healthy is THAT much of a chore that you rebel against it when away from it?
This is how I see it, since you obviously care:
We treat our diets like we treat parents or teachers. When around them we feel the need to follow the rules consented between the 2 respective parties, and we respect those rules like they are our religion.
And the SECOND we are out of view of our 'parents and teachers' we feel this need to rebel against them and treat them like they didn't just help us 'lose 10lb'.
But I think that's okay, so what if I spent a weekend devouring every food my mother showed me/ that was in the fridge? It's not like my gym was there to tell me off.
Every single time we go on vacation, whether it be going away for a day or a month, we give ourselves this right to eat pretty much whatever we want.
Is it because we're now free from our usual routines that we're allowed to spin out of control?
And does this mean that staying healthy is THAT much of a chore that you rebel against it when away from it?
This is how I see it, since you obviously care:
We treat our diets like we treat parents or teachers. When around them we feel the need to follow the rules consented between the 2 respective parties, and we respect those rules like they are our religion.
And the SECOND we are out of view of our 'parents and teachers' we feel this need to rebel against them and treat them like they didn't just help us 'lose 10lb'.
But I think that's okay, so what if I spent a weekend devouring every food my mother showed me/ that was in the fridge? It's not like my gym was there to tell me off.
Friday, 8 October 2010
Click Click *Flash*
I'm not going to lie, a good time to me would mean having a Photographer follow me around for the rest of my life, snapping away at all the times I'm at my best
Sounds shallow but my deeper meaning is on its way!
That feeling you get when you're...feeling it? It could be a new haircut, the fact that you're hiding Calvin Klein underwear under your jeans, or even just a good skin day. I want to be able to capture all those moments where I feel like I'm walking down Awesome Lane.
Is it a bad thing my 'shallow' qualities make me smile? God no, It's not like I have a soul to replace my exterior.
Sounds shallow but my deeper meaning is on its way!
That feeling you get when you're...feeling it? It could be a new haircut, the fact that you're hiding Calvin Klein underwear under your jeans, or even just a good skin day. I want to be able to capture all those moments where I feel like I'm walking down Awesome Lane.
Is it a bad thing my 'shallow' qualities make me smile? God no, It's not like I have a soul to replace my exterior.
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