How are you all today? So, you might recognise the lyrics above. They're taken from two different songs:
La La La by Naughty Boy ft. Sam Smith
and
I Need by Maverick Sabre
Quite deep lyrics really and not the usual happy stuff that my blog posts usually consist of. But I thought I would publish this post anyway.
So I've been in a bit of a dark place recently but don't worry, I shall refrain from going into it. However, I will say this. . .
"Negativity is the first step onto the path of destruction." (I made that quote up. And yes, I'm proud of it).
Yes ladies and gentlemen, negativity is a very bad thing. Obviously. Otherwise it wouldn't be called negativity. But anyway, what I'm trying to say is when someone tries to put you down, cover your ears. Yes, literally, cover your ears like a kid. Walk away. And find someone worth spending time with.
Most of us have at least one person there who really, truly cares for us. Yet we can be so wrapped up in our problems, so focused on getting others to try and care, that we lose sight of the ones that actually want to help us and want us to fare well. Why do we waste our time on those that don't care? Those that never will? Why do we continue to ignore the ones that love us?
Then there are those who pretend to care. They offer empty words that actually have demeaning undertones. And the annoying thing is, we know this. We know the 'advice' they give isn't real advice. We feel the bite more than we feel the so-called positive remarks. And yet we continue to stick by these ones, when we know that they'll drop us when they find something/someone better.
So people, Naughty Boy and Sam Smith have it covered. This is what we need to do when it comes to negativity. . .
"I'm covering my ears like a kid
When your words mean nothing, I go la la la
I'm turning off the volume when you speak
Cause if my heart can't stop it, I found a way to block it, I go
La la, la la la...
La la, la la la...
I found a way to block it, I go
La la, la la la...
La la, la la la..."
Now, correct me if I'm wrong but I think I speak for all of us when I quote Maverick Sabre here. . .
"I need sunshine, I need angels, I need
Something good, yeah I need
Blue skies, I need them old times,
I need something good"
Because we all deserve something good. We all deserve sunshine and blue skies (yes, even us Brits need these things. . . take note Weather!!!). We all need something good in our lives. So why oh why waste our time on those that try to drag us down. Just focus on the ones that care, the ones that love, and the stuff that makes YOU happy. Because that's all we need. . . Something good.
So again, this is supposed to be motivational with positive undertones. Not sure if that's coming across. But I'm back in my happy place! And I hope you all are too. And those who aren't, I hope you'll join me on the road to happy. Because it's a nice place to be =)
So guys, I shall see you soon. I have a rather inviting mound of coursework to get through. And then I shall munch. On some salad leaves. In my happy place. . .
Keep Smeating folks!
Ditzy xXx
P.S. . . If you find it difficult to find your happy place. . . Just imagine a T-Rex trying to clap his hands. . .
Source: www.flickr.com
I have a top with this printed on it haha.
Let's all take a moment to appreciate the fact that we can clap our hands. Sing it with me peeps. . . I just wanna hear you clap again, clap clap again. . . =P
Right, the last few blogs I've written have been all started with an apology for not writing a post in ages followed by a promise to write more regularly. So I thought, why break the trend?
So, dear readers I am soooooo sorry for not writing a single post recently! I have honestly been soooo busy with coursework, work, and other issues. But, alas, I am back and I'm back with a vengeance! I am determined, DETERMINED, to write at least one blog post a week. I have vowed to myself that I will. So I will. There. Done.
Ok, so granted, the title to this post is a little weird. You may have heard of some of these people. You may not. But anyway, these are the people I shall mention in the blog.
So let's start with Ben Howard! I went to see Ben Howard last night and it was breath taking. I am not even kidding. I will even go so far as to admit that I, Ditzy Polka Dot, was rendered speechless.
I really like Ben's music and so I was looking forward to the gig. I had high expectations too. I had read online that he wasn't great at interacting with the crowd but that didn't phase me too much. I was going for the music. Let me tell you now, those expectations were exceeded mahoosively!
His smile!!
The atmosphere was great and Ben interacted with us perfectly. He was funny, so humble, and just brilliant. We managed to get quite near the front which was brilliant. But his voice!
Ben Howard's voice has the ability to send shivers down your spine and make you feel like you're flying all at once. It's honestly euphoric. It was also pretty emotional. I saw a few people shed a tear or two with some of his songs. But then he he'd lift you up with a different one. He played a few of his new songs, which are amazing! I think I like them even better than his old stuff. The crowd was great too. Very upbeat, but not annoying.
The set was absolutely gorgeous! The lighting, the background, the smoke. Everything was so perfect. Ben's band were great too, but I can't remember their names! Sorry! He used at least 3 different guitars too but I'm sure there were loads more. I'm just not very observant when it comes to things like that. But he kept switching to different ones between songs.
Sam Fender was the supporting act for Ben Howard. Let me tell you, this man is amazing!!!! From the information I managed to glean, Sam is from Shields (?) he plays the guitar, and he has an amazing voice. That is all I could find. Literally. But all that matters is he honestly has a voice that makes you melt. Excuse the ridiculous cliché but there honestly is no other way to put it. His voice is beautiful, really husky, and just. . . awesome! It gave me goose bumps. And shivers. And I'm pretty sure it gave someone heart palpitations but I'm not sure. But anyway, he's brilliant. Definitely someone I want to see before he gets an even bigger following. So yeah people, look out for SAM FENDER!
I have uploaded a few videos of both Ben Howard and Sam Fender on YouTube. The link is at the bottom of this post. Let me know what you think!
So the next person I am going to mention is my mate Théo Speaks =) To be honest, I'm going to let the video below do the talking, because it is seriously impressive. Théo has been freestyling for a while but has just started to get back into it. I also happen to know that he's been on telly doing it which is rather exciting! Check it out people, it's unreal. Even if you're not into football/sport/exercise, this is seriously inspirational. And coming from me, that should mean even more! He'll be uploading videos once a week so subscribe! And if you're around Manchester/Liverpool, look out for him!
Right, The Apprentice is back on! Yayyyyyy!!!!!! Have you guys been enjoying it? I have! Though, is it just me or are the girls really bitchy this year? Like REALLY horrible. They actually terrify me. Wouldn't like to come across them in a dark ally. But anyway, I have three faves; Jason Leech, Myles Mordaunt, and Neil Clough.
Jason! He is brilliant! I love how scattered and 'in his own world' he is! Yeah, so, like everyone else, I was wondering what such a person was doing on such a sophisticated, intimidating show. But there must be something! He's a historian, for goodness sake! So I reckon he might surprise us all! I just LOVE this quote made by the Jasonator. . .
“Some people might come to this process with a game plan. I just feel my
effortless superiority will take me all the way.”
Go on Jase! Show them all how it's done!
So, Myles Mordaunt is another fave. Because he's beautiful. He's also 39. So it makes me feel a bit weird thinking he's beautiful. But hey, if it's on the screen I might as well appreciate the view! He's actually pretty good and very logical. I think he could go pretty far on the show.
Just to quote the man himself. . .
He says: “I’m business perfection personified.”
I think you're a lot of things perfection personified Myles ;) But that's just my humble opinion =P
Last but not least, Neil Clough! I've got to admit, I didn't really rate Neil at the beginning of the process, especially when he was PM. I thought he was a little too 'I know how to do this and I don't need anyone else's views, opinions, or anything on the matter'. And that attitude lost him the task. BUT on last weeks task ('the away day') where he gave his motivational speech, he really won me over. It was really sad about his dad passing away, but it was evident that he wasn't using this as a guilt trip or for a sympathy vote. He focused on how it made him determined to succeed. He also said that you need to have one drive in life. One focus. And that, ladies and gentlemen, really motivated me. So he's earned a newfound respect from me and various others who I've talked to on the matter.
According to his profile Neil is "a Manchester United supporter". Well, nobody's perfect! =P
So anyway, it's nice to see Lord Sugarlump back on our screens isn't it? Cocky and blunt as ever, and I love it! Can't wait for tonight's episode!!
Shaun T, if you don't know him, is a guy that has put together Insanity Workouts. He is famous for lots of things, but I know him through Insanity. People, I'd like you to put down whatever you're eating, make sure you're seated and ensure your breathing is steady. Because what I'm about to tell you will shock you to the core.
I have decided to start exercising.
Not just any exercise either. I've decided to start Insanity. These are highly intense workouts that you have to do for 40 minutes every day for 60 days. And when I say highly intense, I mean every word. The dude suggests you wear a HEART MONITOR! Yeah, I don't do things by halves =P
So the first day I did it was on Saturday, followed by a completely inspirationally (is that even a word?) healthy KFC Variety Meal. Ugh! WHEN will I say no to the stuff! But I am determined to lose weight, get fit, and just be healthy. So this is what I am endeavouring to do. Help! I will let you know of my progress. But if I don't write a blog post next week, it might be because I'm sat in a corner of my room, rocking back and forth, hugging myself, trying to find my happy place. Just a warning.
Ok last but not least. . . JON RICHARSON!!! Whoooooooop!!!!! Heard of him? I hope you have! Jon Richardson is one of my fave comedians EVER!!!! He's so awkward, such a loner, has such a cute smile and makes me laugh so much that I LOVE him!!! He also wears cardigans! *cough* chunky knit conundrum *cough* ;) If that's not a sign people, I don't know what is!
SO, I know this post has been pretty random and scattered (not unlike Jason Leech) but I hope you have enjoyed your read! I shall start writing shorter blogs a lot more regularly so please keep coming back! I really appreciate your views and feedback!
Keep Smeating Folks! (Remember, just smile and eat peeps, just smile and eat)
It has been ages and for that I apologise. However, I am back and will hopefully stay here for a while.
Before I go any further however, I need to tell you something. I had a, what I suppose you could call, epiphany. Or maybe it was just a moment of mental breakdown. Whichever one it was, I had it. Let me set the scene. . .
I was in T K Maxx, shopping. I had finished looking in the women's section of clothes so I decided, as a bit of a change of scenery, I would have a look at the men's clothes. So, I was looking at a garment in particular. A grey, chunky knit, men's cardigan. It was beautiful. But as I was feeling the arm of the garment, something happened. Right there and then, my whole resolve to stay single diminished before me. I felt ridiculously vulnerable and alone.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, my resolve to stay single had diminished in the Men's Section of T K Maxx.
I kid you not.
So here I am, sitting on my bed, eating Salted Popcorn feeling a little bit sorry for myself. (I also have a massive bar of Galaxy Cookie Crumble, but no one needs to know that minor detail). I have a massive list of things to do before I start into a serious relationship. Things on this list include travelling, travelling and even more travelling. I haven't even done #1 on the list, let alone #36.
However, to keep myself focused I made up a list of reasons WHY I don't want to be in a relationship. It went something like this. . .
- I'm too 'me' orientated... I don't wanna have to consider someone else's feelings before my own. I wanna think about myself for a change. No one else. Call this narcissistic if you want, I stopped caring a looong time ago =)
- I have too many obsessions... Bruno Mars, Russell Howard, Channing Tatum ... chocolate, just eating in general, to name a few =P
- I like to go out with friends and not worry about what other people think. I don't flirt with guys. At all. But I like to have friends that are guys without someone being jealous =S
- I'm happy. Just as I am =)
- I don't want added stress =)
So, these are my reasons. *sigh of relief*... glad I got that one off my chest =)
So there you have it. I know this is a completely pointless post but I thought I'd grace you with it anyway.
Oh and just in case any of you watch The Great British Bake Off. . . HOW amazing was it?!?!?!
A MAHOOSIVE CONGRATULATIONS to John Whaite for winning!!! (I know it's highly unlikely that John follows my blog, but just in case he ever decides to Google his name, I have hopes that my blog will sneak into the search results and be seen by him =P)
Commiserations to James Morton (his 'Derelict Barn' was brilliant!!!) and Brendan Lynch (a massive contender). Again, I am in hope that they will Google their names and come across this blog xD
I'm going to be honest my fellow blog-reading-cupcakes, I have no idea what to write about. I have neglected this blog for so long and literally have had no inspiration over the past few months. Literally the only thing that has popped into my mind is to tell you about my new perfume. . . So I will. Please, do not die of boredom. But be prepared. This is not going to be one of my better blogs. You might need a cuppa coffee to keep you awake for this one.
Anyway, I am going to tell you about a perfume I bought. I have been wanting to buy a really unique perfume for some time. I don't fancy smelling like everyone else. I wanted something unique and captivating (do you like my big choice of words there?). I wanted something that made peoples heads (or noses) turn.
Now, when Google-ing this, I came across something rather interesting. Celebs nowadays are trying out a new type of scent. Prepare yourselves. . . celebs are going for something called Eu De Stilton. Yes. . . Stilton. And, Yes. . .the scent is cheese. Now, you may be in a state of shock so, being the kind person that I am, I will do the maths for you.
Eu De Stilton + Man/Woman = Man/Woman Stinking Of Cheese.
Now, correct me if I'm wrong but, if your trying to impress someone, be it your friends, family, or partner, surely cheese is not the road you want to go down. I mean, it's not even the humble MILD CHEDDAR. We're talking about something that, quite frankly, smells of sweaty feet! Why spend ridiculous amounts of money on the perfume? My not just stick a piece of actual Stilton down your top and be done with it? JUST IMAGINE public transport if this perfume was a 'success'. I mean, they already smell questionable now. A Monday morning bus/train/tube usually has the concoction of stale vomit, urine, and sometimes, oddly enough, banana's. I don't quite know where the banana scent comes from. But it's there, lurking in the corners. A relief from the other smells, but mixed up is just lethal.
Anyway, I obviously didn't want to go down the Stilton route any time soon. So I found a perfume that fitted my requirements perfectly. This perfume was a head turner. I read literally hundreds of reviews and most of them said how amazing this perfume smelled. Apparently, it is one chemical that works with your own pheromones to create a unique 'you' smell. As I said, about 99.9% of the reviews said how amazing it was and that every time they wore it, they would get complimented on it. So I thought I'd splash out and go for it. Surely, I thought, I wouldn't be like the remaining 0.1% who claimed they couldn't smell anything. So I ordered it.
The day of the arrival of my perfume came and . . . I missed the delivery. So I went to the post office to retrieve it. (Bare in mind, I rang the post office to see if I could come 15 minutes after the closing time because I wouldn't be able to get there beforehand. The gentleman was so kind that he said he would be there to give me my package). So I got there, only to find out that my parcel wasn't in fact at the Post Office but the Postman still had it. SO my friend and I drove around looking for the Postman, to no avail. (Yes, people did get slightly freaked out when we ran up to them asking if they'd seen the postman. And No, certain people in red tops didn't appreciate it when we ran towards them with a face full of hope, only to frown at them and walk away defeated, realising they weren't who we were looking for).
Anyway, I had to wait until the next day to receive my package. FINALLY I got my hands on it. I applied it straight away. Now, the reviews said I would get a smell resembling alcohol rub at first. Then I wouldn't be able to smell anything for a while. Then it would hit me after about 20 minutes.
So, on application it smelled like pepper. Okay, I thought, maybe that's some people's interpretation of alcohol rub. I then waited 20 minutes. I smelled. It smelled of pepper. So I waited a further 20 minutes. It smelled like pepper. Yes, my pheromones obviously smell of pepper. To say I wasn't too thrilled is an understatement. I was devastated. But I have had 3 compliments. But it stops smelling after a few hours. So, if you ever are on public transport, or just walking down a street and you smell pepper, it will be coming from me. Or a pepper factory. Whichever is closest to you at the time.
So, that's my perfume adventures over. Yes, a big disappointment it was. But I shall not be swayed. I will find a perfume. One day, I will find The One!
So, as I said, this is probably one of my worst posts yet. But hang in there, I will be on top form soon!!
Keep Smeating Folks! (Smeating is my new word. . .Smiling and Eating. It's surprisingly difficult to do both at the same time).
“Hiya! Erm… just to let you know, I’m not a snob. I’m just really shy, that’s why I’m not talking to ya. Savour this though, because once you get to know me you can’t shut me up. (Cue massive smile)”
This, my friends, is my Snob Speech. This is what I say to people I don’t really know very well. You see, reading my blogs, you might not have realized that I am quite a shy person when I first meet new people. I literally go mute, no words come out. Unfortunately, this leads to awkward silences, shifty looks, and just generally …. moments of awkwardness. I don’t quite know why I’m like this but that’s just how I am. It’s just a case of like it or lump it, I suppose.
Now, I don’t want people to think that I’m a snob. This is why I give the Snob Speech. It’s gone pretty well, and is actually quite an icebreaker. So there you go guys, if you ever find yourself in similar shoes to mine, invent your own Snob Speech!
Once people get to know me, they realize what a lunatic I actually am. I literally do not shut up at times. I’ll go on and on about complete, utter rubbish, and then forget what I’m talking about half way through. Now, I’m only in my late teens so goodness knows how I’m gonna turn out when I’m in my eighties! I also get excited about things. Sometimes, I don’t know why I’m excited… I just am. I’ll be going up to my friends, adrenaline rushing through me, and they just don’t understand (imagine the whole “I’m so excited! Are you excited because I’m sooooo excited!!” “What are you excited about??” “I don’t know but I’m just sooooooo excited!!! Talk =S).
So, the Snob Speech has gone down a treat, just so you know. I am well aware that this post is a pretty pointless post, but I thought I’d share my pointless thoughts with you!
Oh, and just one last thing. I was talking to a friend today. He had gone to a wedding the day before (yesterday) and I asked him how it was. NOTE: My friend is a GUY. This is how the convo went…
Me: So, how’d the wedding go?
Friend: Yeah, it was alright I suppose.
Me: How did the bride look??
Friend: Just like she normally looks. I suppose it’s up to her husband to judge though isn't it.
Me: What was her dress like??
Friend: White.
Me: Is that all you have to say? =S
Friend: Well, I didn't really pay much attention to her dress to be honest.
Me: Well, normally, girls mainly focus on what the dress is like. So what do guys normally focus on?
Friend: The bridesmaids.
That was how the conversation went. Now, there is nothing wrong with this. It was just the fact that my friend didn't have even a hint of a smirk on his face. He was deadly serious. I could not stop laughing! Made my day, so I thought I’d share that (rather pointless) conversation with you too!
College can be a very dangerous place. Yes, many of you may be thinking the obvious… stairs, with the possibility of falling down them; slippery floors; rowdy students; paper cuts, you know, the usual. However, I had an encounter with a much more dangerous… thing. To many, it provides assistance to get where they need to go. It proves to be very useful. But to me, it is a threat. It threatens my dignity, my reputation, my coolness (=P). Friends, I am talking about… the college Lifts (or elevators, if you’re based somewhere other than the UK).
So, I had gone to the college shop to stock up on ‘supplies’ (crisps, chocolate, drinks… the usual junk). Since we were up on the 4th floor, I decided to take the lift up. Well, that was a mistake of gargantuan proportions. As I was getting in the lift, a very kind person pressed one of the lift buttons, only for the lift doors to close…right on me. For a split second, I was crushed between the lift doors. My whole life flashed before my very own eyes. The pain on my right arm was… excruciating, to put it lightly. Friends, not only was my arm battered and bruised beyond thought but my dignity, my reputation and, yes, my mega coolness had also been crushed between those lift doors. They remain there, pining for me to take them back. However, I am unable to do this. How can I regain all these attributes?? It is impossible *sob* =’(.
What made the whole thing worse was my friend laughing at the whole event… for at least 2 hours!! You know who you are =/
So peeps, just a warning. Be careful wherever you go. The lifts are more dangerous than the streets of London, I kid you not.
Oh and as promised, a big hello to my mate Wiktoria. You know who you are my amazing Pole Mole….. Sneeeeeekars =P
So this week I've been working in a retirement home and so have been spending a lot of time with some pretty amazing elderly people. Let me tell you this: These guys have lead extraordinary lives!
To be completely honest, I wasn't too thrilled about working in a residential home. The thought of having to clean after people and help with their personal hygiene and other problems put me off. Please though, don't get me wrong. I am not a stuck up person who refuses to clean up after people. But believe me, being stuck in hospital on a ward full of elderly people who have no control over their bowels made me realize that, as much as I admire them, I would never be able to become a nurse. I'd rather not go into any details, but as soon as I saw a nurse wheel the commode about and those curtains being drawn, I knew what to expect but couldn't bare it at all, even though this literally happened every 20 minutes for the 3-4 days I was in.
However, I wasn't sat in bed scowling, if that's what you're thinking. I just felt sorry for the patients. I mean, to think these ladies must have lead some great lives, accomplished many things and had respected roles and to have been so independent, to then grow old and have to rely on someone for EVERYTHING. Being stripped of your dignity without being able to do anything about it. It got me really upset if I'm completely honest with you.
So anyway, you should get the picture. Being in hospital made me realise that I could never work with the infirm. However, after speaking to my (brilliant) course tutor, he encouraged me to take up a position in a residential home, where the residents don't need help with personal care so much, but just need that little extra support, company and just an eye kept on them really. So I decided to give it a go. I am sooooooooooooo glad I did!
My first day at the home I felt so sick with nerves that I thought I'd get to the front door of the Home and either collapse or cry. You'd be pleased to know, I did neither. I went in and was received by the few staff members that were there with a smile, told to take a seat with them and asked if I'd 'like a cuppa'. "Ha, they're treating me like one of them!!" I thought. I knew I'd have a great time here!
I was shown around, helped out with a few things such as handing out lunch and cups of teas throughout the day and collecting up dishes. I also had a chance to get to know some of the residents. That was THE best part of the day. Learning about one resident in particular, with her telling me all about her past career in the childcare sector and how she had stood up to various authorities and made a difference to so many children's lives was amazing and so inspiring! It made me really think about what I'd like to do in the future, because from then on, I knew wanted to make a difference just like Milly (all names have been changed to protect confidentiality).
I also met a gentleman named Norman (again all names have been changed). Before I was sent up to give Norman his cuppa, I was told that he was 103 years old (I KNOW! Can you BELIEVE it??) and that he didn't take kindly to strangers. So, with the tea shaking in my hand, my heart palpitating, nervous sweat pouring off my face (well, ok, not really, but it adds effect eh?) I knock on Normans door and enter. I give him his cuppa and ask him if he enjoyed his lunch, to which he said "well, it was nice to a point but, I was very hungry" =P. I have a bit of a chat with him and realize he is such a lovely person. In fact, I think I could go so far as to say we get on like a house on fire! So, what a great accomplishment I felt I had....accomplished? But another thing that amazed me was that he doesn't even look a century and 3 years old (it's even cooler when you put it like that in't it?). He honestly looked in his mid 60's or early 70's MAX but even that's going a bit far. I'm telling you, he hasn't even got a wrinkle on him! Whatever anti ageing he's using I want it!!
The staff are also lovely!!! You know how some people in a new workplace can be really stand-off-ish and be a bit cliquey and make you feel a little bit isolated? Well, there is none of that here! They took me in straight away and have been brilliant. They also treat the residents beautifully, just like their own family, which is VERY hard to come by these days. And it's not just a front they are putting on for me, the residents can't stop saying how well they are being looked after and how they couldn't be anywhere better.
So, I hope you've enjoyed this post. I know it's a bit different to my usual entries but I really wanted to share with you what a great time I've been having. So, if any of you are thinking about working with the elderly, I say go for it! They are GOLD (....gold, always believe in your soooooouuul, you've got the power to know........ehhhmm.........sorry, couldn't resist =P).
Oh and a side note, on my first day I was having such a great time talking to the residents that I honestly COMPLETELY forgot about having my lunch! It was about 2.30pm when I ended up having it and that was only because a member of staff asked me whether I'd had my lunch yet. And you guys KNOW how much I looooove food, right? So, it must be good!
