You all know I had an exam that I was waiting on for a whole year..And I passed!! And I feel awesome!! And I have the holidays from the 4th year of high school again..You know..when you graduate and you have the whole 3 months without worrying? Well I have that again! =) I didn't have this kind of holidays since I started university..There were always two or more subjects that waited for me in September.. And it sucked..because you can never fully relax.
So now I really feel good..And I can go to Spain the day after tomorrow without feeling guilty or nervous.. =) So Kristina..prepare to the best week in this year ;)
So now I really feel good..And I can go to Spain the day after tomorrow without feeling guilty or nervous.. =) So Kristina..prepare to the best week in this year ;)
I wanted to write about a totally different topic..but kinda got blinded by the holidays.. =)
The theme for today: Jealousy or on the other hand total indifference of Slovenian people..There is no national pride, no support from fellow neighbours. I'm not talking about everyone off course..But just look at some things..
Look at the cheering in other countries.. They all stand together, united with pride for their athletes, clubs and so on.. If Germany wins..German residents celebrate long in the night for them..What happens in Slovenia? We drink a beer..say well done and go to sleep..and forget about it the next day..Couldn't we be more proud on ours? Even if you're not into sports you should appreciate some of the national teams like f****** football, basketball or other..
And that's not just in sports..Our fabulous designer Suzana Rengeo..She could make a dress for Leona Lewis! With a little support from everyone.. Don't you think that this would be a beautiful promotion for Slovenia? And a great opportunity for Suzana! And she came close..but what happened? When she asked people to vote for her and support her..they told her to stop being so pushy..or they just ignored her..Why is it so hard to share something with others..You can post everything about you on FB..for thousands to read, spend hours on it...but you can't do one thing to help promote someone? It takes a f***** minute!
And what is wrong with Slovenia that the journalists don't know their field..I mean..Valerija Kelava..26th on the models.com list of 50 most wanted models (including Lara Stone, Anja Rubik, Alessandra Ambrosio and so on) comes to Ljubljana for Philips Fashion Week, and one of the so called ''journalists'' calls her ''the companion'' of a designer.. I mean she is number 1 from Slovenia..How can you call yourself fashion journalist..If you don't know who she is? Or you just don't care? You should be proud on her..and write articles about her..not forgetting that she exists and rather than that write about Angelina's legs..
And that's just some examples..you all know what I'm talking about..
I'm just so tired of people envying everything, not helping one another and not doing their job properly...If I can't have it no one will/can/should.. I mean really? That is who we became? Think about it..
L,xxx
I'm just so tired of people envying everything, not helping one another and not doing their job properly...If I can't have it no one will/can/should.. I mean really? That is who we became? Think about it..
L,xxx
1 comment:
Sorry, cupcake, it's not whom we became, it's who we've ever been. I know it feels like grass is always greener on the other side, but. No journalist cares about achievement - not in art, not in fashion, not in science... maaaaaybe a little bit in sports, but that's just a little. When was the last time they helped/supported/praised a great inventor? They would sooner say 'get a real job'. A great model is just a high class hooker. A great designer is just some weird person that drew a lot in school... I used to defend Slovenia and hope to fix it, but unfortunately.. I would be lonely, old, tired and defeated before I changed a single thing. The only thing I can recommend is - get the fuck out. Now. And look back only when you're old and rich and feel like coming to a familiar place to write your memoirs and die.
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