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I believe that beauty is relative. Everyone has different ideals, and we all have the right to decide on what we do about our own appearances. I personally have and eccentric sense of fashion that I suppose many would consider quite odd, and yet I’ve always believed that I’m entitled to wear whatever I consider attractive, regardless of popular opinion or whether or not it fits in with the latest trends. It’s for this reason that I go completely insane with irritation whenever someone thinks it’s acceptable to stick their noses into my business and question my personal fashion choices.

For instance, a few days ago I decided to wear heels to attend my university lectures. As my university requires a uniform, my shoes are pretty much the only thing I actually get to choose. I wanted to wear something unique and expressive, plus the heels were pretty adorable. It isn’t a crime to wear heels, but one of the other girls attending the same lecture decided to ask me why I wore heels. It was a harmless question, and if it had stopped there I wouldn’t have given it a second thought really. Except it didn’t stop there; she then continued to tell me that in her opinion, I shouldn’t wear heels because everyone else was wearing flats, and heels just “look weird”. It’s not just the heels, but she also went on to suggest I also change my hairstyle, and let my hair down like the rest of the girls, because “everyone has long silky hair and that’s what’s beautiful”. Well excuse me, but I don’t particularly care about what everyone else is wearing. It irks me somewhat that fashion has become a game of “who can be the fastest to follow”, when it really should be about expressing your individuality.

Although it is difficult to not take appearances into account when observing those around us, I still find it bothersome that physical appearance plays such an important role in the way we view others. When we first meet someone, before even getting to know them we subconsciously take in details regarding their appearance. We look at their gender, their skin, their features… As if recognising a person by their looks is the same as knowing who they are. I’m not going to go all the way to say that we are a bad race because we consider appearance instead of only looking at the personality or whatever. I’m just saying that there’s more to people than good looks. It’s perfectly fine to find certain people highly attractive, and other’s less attractive. It’s fine to notice what others are wearing, and to try to look good yourself. What’s NOT fine, however, is when you judge people solely based on their appearance, and what they’re wearing. What I really dislike is when my more… self-confident peers would judge strangers by what they’re wearing, and if the clothes they see are deemed tacky or if the person does not fit the requirements of “attractiveness”, the stranger is put in the forever-not-my-friend zone. When did friendship become about grabbing the most glamorous people? Mind you, this irritating phenomenon goes both ways. I find it equally annoying when my friends and I would walk past someone who’s stereo typically considered “pretty”, and one of my friends would snigger and say “I’d never be as dumb as her to waste so much time and money on make-up. I’ve got better things to do. I mean, I actually have a life.” I don’t appreciate this linkage of beauty and stupidity (and that’s putting it pretty lightly). Just because someone wants to look good, and puts some effort into their appearance so they can walk out feeling happy and confident, does not mean that they are shallow and that they don’t have things to do either. I’m not sure if this applies as much to the male population, but being a female I know first hand that this happens far too often. The real question though, is why do we do it? Why do we separate ourselves into different categories and discriminate against each other? It’s really unnecessary. We’re all gorgeous in our own ways (and I know some hater is probably going to say that’s too arrogant of me, because society is never pleased, but I genuinely believe it) and there’s no need to judge other people just because they don’t look exactly like you do. Put the gossip mag down, and let’s all get along.

Don’t change yourself to suit the preferences of others. Don’t think that you have to lose weight just because you think you have to look like a lingerie model to be beautiful. You don’t. If you want to lose weight, it should be because YOU want to have a healthier lifestyle, not because some jerk said you were chubby. There’s no need to starve yourself just because people can’t see your bones (those things are hidden under skin for a reason). Don’t feel like you need to spend ages on your make up and clothing just to please the eyes of people who frankly, don’t really matter. If you feel like having a chill day, and you just aren’t in the mood, then don’t bother. Go out wearing your old sweats; it’s all cool. Dressing up should be a fun thing. It should be something you do out of enjoyment, not something you do to hide yourself. Likewise, don’t feel scared to dress up either. If you happen to want to dress up and go crazy, then do it. There’s no need to worry about whether others will judge you, or about being considered shallow for putting a bit of eyeliner on. You aren’t shallow. It’s fun to dress up and put on something you think looks good. Sometimes that time spent getting ready in the morning can make the day seem even more exciting. It’s fun to stroll around feeling confident in your appearance. Nothing wrong with having fun.

I’m beginning to lose traction of what I’m going to say because there’s just so much going on, oops. I guess what I’m really trying to get across is that you shouldn’t take too much heed of what others are saying (unless they’re complimenting you, in which case you should most definitely take heed and give truthful compliments in return, because our world is sorely in need of genuine compliments right now). Fashion and beauty aren’t about dressing the way the magazine tells you to; it’s about expressing yourself and doing what makes you happy. So what if your favourite shirt doesn’t fit with the latest trends. So what if everyone’s into classy chiffon and you still love wearing vintage skirts. In my opinion, fashion should have only one rule: if you like it, wear it. There’s more than one type of beauty. As long as you love what you’re wearing, walk with your head held high and eyes shining with confidence, you’ll look amazing.

Bottom line: do what makes you happy.

Whatever you’re doing, as long as you’re happy (and abiding with the law, because we’re all law abiding citizens ;]) then you’re probably don’t something right. Life is too short to worry about what Vogue says.

Be happy guys. You’re all lovely, beautiful people.

And on that note, adios!

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Greetings, inhabitants of the blogging world.

As you can see, today is indeed an excellent day, for it is the day when I finally put aside all my University work (along with other productive and important things I really should be doing right now) so I can return to the procrastinating side of the internet and bring my blog back to life. Or at least, attempt to heal it from it’s pitiful and dying state.

Yes, I have finally returned from my deep slumber, yes, I know it’s been a long while since I’ve posted anything interesting, and yes, I really should be apologising for my lack of commitment, but alas, I’ve run out of excuses. Instead, I shall take this moment to thank my few remaining followers for sticking with me despite my unexplained absences. I will try to stop letting you guys down. I will try.

Anyway, before I bore you all to death, let me move to my main point. Today, what I really wanted to talk about is not why I haven’t been on for so long (I’m a University student now; need I say more? No, I didn’t think so). I wanted to talk about the alarmingly large number of pet accounts on Facebook.

Now, before I begin, let me just say this (before all of you pet lovers come at me with false accusations and unnecessary attacks): I have nothing against animals or pets. I love pets. I have three cats (well, technically I only have one, but my cat is an extremely seductive female and thus I now have to care for the two stray males who hang around my house waiting for food and attempting to flirt with my prized creature), a dog, and I recently acquired a new puppy. Yet, no matter how much I love animals, I will never be able to understand why some people feel the need to put their pets all over the internet.

By “put their pets all over the internet”, I don’t mean sharing photos of their adorable little animals, because that is still sort of understandable. What I mean is when these obsessed owners start creating YouTube channels and Facebook profiles for their pets, and fill these profiles with nonsense. All right, I admit some animal YouTube channels are pretty entertaining (or maybe I’m just biased towards cat videos), but then there are the ones that are basically full of low quality footage, recorded by bored owners who have nothing to do but follow their pets around the house all day. Now, the YouTube videos are bad enough. But no, these pets had to go dominate Facebook as well. I have met people who give their dogs Facebook profiles, and help their dogs update statuses, because “oh, our darling doggie Fido is part of the family :)”. It drives me insane! These owners create all these profiles, to help build the illusion that their pets are like humans, and that they share this “special connection”. Well, I don’t care how big a part the family pet plays in the family. The truth is, your pet cannot type. It is completely unfeasible to know exactly what your pet is feeling, no matter how close the two of you are, so what gives you the right to pretend to be your dog on Facebook, and write statuses as if you know exactly what is going on in that creatures mind? For all you know, your dog could be plotting world domination… Or ready to take a dump on your sneakers.

The alarming amount of animal profiles that exist on Facebook is just beyond me. Some people even make blogspot, Tumblr and WordPress accounts for their beloved pets. I find it all… Confusing. I mean, isn’t it hard enough to blog for yourself? It takes me forever  (though I bet you already knew that. oops.) to put together a blog post that I find worthy of your attention, and add to that my Tumblr and Facebook accounts and all my free time is used up. So where on earth do these owners find time to blog for themselves and their pets? Do they not have jobs? Or school? It must take an eternity to blog for yourself, your dog, your cat, and your parrots. In my opinion, it’s crazy, and a complete waste of time (although… Most of the things I do are a complete waste of time, so I don’t have much right to judge).

It isn’t just the owners who’re wasting time. I wonder how other Facebook users can bear to be friends with animals on Facebook. It’s bad enough having to tolerate boring, pointless statuses on my newsfeed by humans. Now, imagine having your newsfeed full of boring, pointless statuses by animals! Aww, you just jumped on your owner’s sofa hoping for some love? That’s cute, but IRRELEVANT. What, you just ate your favourite brand of dog food? Interesting, what’s it got to do with me? Honestly, I really DON’T CARE what these animals are up to. But for some reason, these pets are gaining popularity all over the internet, and the number of profiles created for animals is increasing at a terrifying rate. Soon, Facebook will have more animals than humans, and before we know it, these pets will be chatting each other up and having online relationships and discussing topics like “Cat politics” and “How To Overthrow The Humans”. Best beware fellow blogger friends, for if we don’t act now, soon our time will be over, and our darling kittens will dominate the online world.

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Now, I’m not one who enjoys talking badly of my friends (or anyone, actually), but there are certain people on this planet, who I think take self-modesty a tad too seriously… To the point where it becomes self loathing.

Before I begin, let me give you a brief background on what I’m talking about. In general, there are two types of modest people. The type who are modest because they want attention (you know, the type who purposely say bad things about themselves so other people can shower them with praise), and the type who are modest because they genuinely think they aren’t good enough.

I couldn’t care less about the ones who crave attention – whatever their intentions are don’t matter to me. I’m talking about the people who really aren’t happy with themselves.

I’ve got a friend who is constantly criticising herself. She’s either too thin or too fat, too pale or too tan. In class she’s under the misconception that no matter how hard she tries, she can never be as good as the top tier students. Like me, she aspires to write, but she doesn’t dare to start because she’s afraid her work wouldn’t be as good as she hopes. She believes her life is going nowhere. Well, of course it isn’t – not with that attitude!

I know I sound harsh and uncaring, but it irritates me to see people so displeased with themselves. We’re all different, and each of us is amazing in our own ways. Perhaps you aren’t as attractive as the people in the magazines. Perhaps you don’t have the best grades in class. But what does it matter? Why let it get to you? We have our own strengths and weaknesses, and it’s not the outside that matters, it’s – cheesy as it may sound – the inside. If we all moped about all day, and mourned over what we lacked, would we have come this far as a race? No. J.K. Rowling wouldn’t have created Harry Potter if she’d been too afraid of failure to write. Steve Jobs wouldn’t have created Apple if he’d been afraid to try. Insecurity happens to all of us, but we must overcome it, and look at the bright side. We’re all so perfectly imperfect, so why waste time crying over what we can’t be, when we should be focusing on what we can be?

I’m beginning to lose track of what I’m saying now… All this emotion is confusing me. Basically, I know this is a cheesy, sensitive post. But I honestly believe that all of you are wonderful, awesome people, and you should be proud! I know I’m completely weird and crazy, but I don’t care. It’s who I am, and I’m proud of it. So to all of you insecure people out there: YOU’RE FINE.

Adios!

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Today I found out two things:

  1. My University requires all students to wear a uniform.
  2. When choosing said uniform, there is no option for girls to wear trousers.

I cannot even begin to describe how appalled I am by this. There’s a fine line between having conformity in schools to promote socialization, and just ripping students of individualistic creativity (not to mention rights). They say it is a measure to prevent inappropriate dressing, yet I find it ironic that as University students and legal citizens, we are considered mature enough to live independently and make our own choices regarding courses we take, but are not trusted to choose our own clothes. I’m 18, I think I can tell the difference between university clothes and pub clothes.

What makes it worse and even more ludicrous is that girls are required to wear long skirts. This I find completely sexist and insane. Though I don’t hate dresses, I’m not all that fond of them, and who can blame me really? There’s a limit on the things you can do in a skirt without exposing your underwear. That aside, I wouldn’t mind wearing a skirt to University once in a while; it should be fine really if I was given the choice to alternate between trousers and skirts. But to think I would have to wear the same skirts for the next four years of my education! It’s absurd! I find it remarkably unfair that girls are not given the choice between trousers and skirts. It’s old fashioned and childish; we’re in the 21st century, for crying out loud! We’re living in a generation of change and modernization, not the Victorian times. It’s quite strange really, that my country attempts to promote equality, yet they allow Universities to come up with rules that blatantly ignore equality between genders. It saddens me in a way, almost as much as it pisses me off.

As if all that isn’t bad enough, but the uniform itself is far from convenient. It’s a two piece; a white shirt, tucked into a black pleated skirt. Doesn’t sound too bad, right? BUT – and this is so strange I can barely believe it myself – the buttons are removable. Let me rephrase, the buttons HAVE to be removed before the shirt is washed. They’re basically little squares that somewhat resemble earrings, except the back part is made up of an elastic that you hook into the actual button to fasten it into place. So, if I happen to have an early lecture, I’ll have to wake up an hour earlier just to get my buttons sorted.

All in all, my University is a lovely place, but the uniforms are annoying.

Adios!

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