Security - Has it gone too far?

People of the nation, people of the world daily travel with the knowledge and insruance that they are safe. The procedures taht are meant to assure us, thatt are meant to keep out minds at ease. The procedures, that perhaps may work at time - but in the epitemy of security, fail.

The explosions, the usage and transport of drugs still ocur. Millions, if not billions of people per day travel. Do you believe that they are all being checked equally? That there's time for each person to be varified as safe?

We're at the pinnacle of extremity. We cannot afford to be theartened by extremists - because one way or another, they will 'express' their opinions. They will find a way to terrorize, they will find a way to cause fear - our 'security' won't stop it. What is security for? Towards what extend and are does security actually cover?
Do you believe you're safe because of it?

Perhaps security achieves it's goals, but the sheddings that are left effect us all. For example, the footage of the youung boy taking his shirt off in the airport - what monstruties has the planet created that we doubt the seed of life, the possibly only innocence we have left?

What kind of life do you want your child to lead? the one where his accused of murder, of terrorizing just because he/she carries an oddly shaped toy?

We have cast a shadow of doubt upon everything. My main point, and I want to underline and present it to your attention, isn't that security shouldn't exist at all. It does confine a certain threat that could, by the long-run, stop certain things from happening. This threat, however, should only apply to those who deserve it and it shouldn't apply to everyone. Just because a few demented beings have done what they've done, it is no reason to cause paranoia and convey the world to submit to them.

Our message should remain strong, and not crumble into ashes by fear. We need to say enough is enough.
A child shouldn't be passing through such a thorough check-out because of his identity or race.

Another point which security manages to explore. Race. Identity. It the submilist form of thinking, isn't there an injection of racism in fear? Wouldn't a muslim male be checked more then a christian male?
Can we not see that this form of prejudice is creating a barrier between countries and the world?
The generalization is not fair, not equipped and I have so far not seen anyone protest against it.
I wonder if it's the tauntilizing embodiment of fear; I wonder if the threat is real anyone or a construction of imagination.

Are we a step a way from security spreading it's wing in public transport? In the streets? In every door you enter? Are we bound to see it's feathers wherever we may go?

The line between invading privacy and to behold us in a cover of safety is what seems to be impossible.
Our luggage, our bags, our bodies - soon they'll find a way to check the very fibre of our being.
I'm scared that we reached a point of no return - that this will contiune to be the future.

I, sincerely, hope not. I hope that there will be a day in which I can travel, in which I can enter an airport and an airline and not have eyes narrow and scan me, not feel the tension that surronds the airport if anybody so much as whispers the forbidden words - 'explosion', 'bomb', 'terror' - if it's as much as a synonym, for it not to be a verbal weapon that immediately shoots it's bullets into hearts and recharges the air with thick poisionous agitation.

For there to be a day where the extremist's won't have the effect they do, for the extremists not to have the last word.

Ba-duh-ba-DI-BA!!!

Argmentative writing - Carrot and stick
-airport security
-creative writing

Spanish & Send ict

Swirl and gold,
chop and burn,
love and turn,
curse and loan.

All for one, one for all

-Drama: Monologue & Write
-English: Creative *  2 Argumentive pieces


-ICT:send
-Spanish:Learn
- Business:past paper

Another Loser Post

Ah, the escapades of a loser. You know. The act of one. Of being one.
Wonder how that word was created. Did a loser inspire it or did a loser write it? What's the etymology of it?  How did the author of the word loser conduct those letters?
Maybe he used the infamous and ancient 'stinky hat system.' The one where you put it on, and you're a loser? Maybe he thought, "Whoever wears it, will be the core and seed of it's definition." Maybe he was french.
What is the definition of a loser?  The opposite of a winner was the initial definition. Later on, I believe, American high schoolers cataloged loser as someone who doesn't fit in or is structured differently then the rest of them.

I, Linda Molweed, will uncover the origins of loser. A whole documentry to outsiders who are trying to comprehend their current situation. Let's talk history, for one.

I bet the greeks made it. Greeks do it all. There's always greek this, greek that. Or the romans.
Maybe the word loser originally meant successor; or maybe the romans got tired of thinking up ways to insult everyone they defeated and simply came up with it.

This word draws such attention from me because I have a close and upcoming relationship with it.
You see, loser definies the very red blood cells that course throughtout my body -  they are all part of it.
Part of me being a loser. Fret not, though, I carry my genes with pride! Being a loser could perhaps lower your self-esteem, and cleaning the remaining trash off your clothes isn't exactly fun,  but it teaches you a valuable lesson in life - which, of course I won't tell you, because you have to find out by yourselves.

Being a loser is more responsibility then people think. You have to live up and work hard to keep your title as a loser or someone else - another competitive loser , probably - will try and rip the title away from you.

People always aim such high things - why go up the stairs when you can get down?
It's less of a jungle there. People at the top are carnivores, slavitating after meat,gore and blood. We at the bottom eat ice cream and doughnets. Easier to digest, and definitely not as messy.


'You ain't ready for this jelly', 
- mwhaha hugs

R.E & Spanish ya'll

R.E:
Similarities between Islam and Judaism:
- Hamsa: In Islam, the hamsa is called the Hand of Fatima, in honor of one of the daughters of the Prophet Mohammed.
-they both cover their heads
-Both believe in one God
- Don't eat pork
- In both religions the woman is lesser then the man & covered clothes *decent* not exposed
- Jerusalem is sacred
- Both fast
- Big families ( a lot of children - no abortions)
- Abrhamic religions



Soy una adolescente alegra y feliz. Generalmente soy muy graciosa y habladora. Creo que soy bastante inteligente y una muchacha con pasion para la vida. Viengo de una pequne pais que se llama Israel, pero vivo en Rumania en Europa. Tengo el pelo ondulado y maron. En el futuro quieria ser abdgada, po que me gusta palierme y gana para la justicia. Quisiera tener una oficina grande y espasciois y un sueldo grande. En my ttiempo libre me gusta ir a centro comercial para comprar ropas. Tambien me gusta ver peliculas de guerra. Normalmente me voy con mi amiga, que se llama Mariana y es mexicana.  Mi  familia no tienen mucho rason, son extranos y son un poco locos, pero eso es lo que me gusta. Nos divertimos con todo lo que hacemos.  Quando salgo para comer, me gusta tener el aperitivo pequeno y un plato grande. Mi comida favorita es un bocadillo grande y faboloso con mayonesa y cebolla. Se que es simple, poro asi son mis sabores. 
Me encante celebrar los cumpleanos de mi amigos y familia; creo que es el mejor camino para reunir todas las personas de mi vida que quiero. Puede ser que tambien me gusta la tarta.
En mi vacaciones me gusta ir al las montanas en el sudo del Rumania. Voy con el coche, y me alogo con un pension  que es muy comodo.  Es frio pero amo el nieve. Annual voy con mi familia aye en el vierno.
 Tomamos un habitacion bastante grande, con tres camas. Necesitamos espacio. Ordinarmiente pasamos una semana aya, porque no es menos y no es mas a lo que

Monologues Piss Me OFF

Dear Cambridge,
Hey, is this okay? I think you can see a bit of wrinkles...Not that I have any, mind you, but I am getting older.  Wait..I think this position is wrong...I think maybe I should turn like this..or maybe I should be more Bar Rafaeli about it..Ya know, jewish genes and all..Start like this..Wait wait! can we retake? No? oh..then...
Hello cambridge! I've astdiously been following your brilliant system for quite some time now, and over the years you've taught me so much. You've taught me my weaknesses and my strenghs,  you've build up my character and knowledge. You've offered me so much, that I decided I should give something back.
*gestures hands around* Me. Carrie Underwood.
you can clearly see the amount of talent I have and that I rightfully shouldn't be here.I should be in bigger places, doing biggers things. Like...Representing you.
You guys over there have shaped your name and came to the top. When you think cambridge, you think power, you think knowledge - and for some reason, you kind of think of tea - but you don't have an image in your head. Yes, you have the thick bold Cambridge name with that little red symbol that I honestly never looked at, and Im guessing no one else has. Im probably making you realize what a mistake you have done-
you have no face to the world and you need one.
So the obvious solution is...well, me.
I've entered your official site and first thing I see is a girl. Yes, indeed, she's pretty but she clearly can't handle the pressure of reresenting the second- best university in the world - and she clearly doesn't have the attitude for it. I'm willing to sacrifice my freedom and my education to shortly represent you,  and then be led to my ultimate goal: Fame.
Unfortunately, fame does not lay in Britain. It lies in America.
Do not fret, Cambridge, for I will represent you well - once people will turn their heads around and notice the amount of grace and talent I have, they will also notice you, my sponsors.
I really don't want to go to America that badly, but any actor who has any chance of succeding needs to go there. The real reason why I don't want to go there is because America clearly has some problems.
Let's start with the statue of Lady Justice.
It's the all american image - and it really needs an upgrade. The pose, the structure - Lady Justice clearly needs a makeover. She needs a Victoria Beckham edge, she needs to show those lovely curves and change her hand gesture. Tip for you lucky male examiners over Cambridge - Hand gestures show a lot about a woman.

Never mind that, though. I guess ill endure it for a while, being in a America I mean. I will be the incarnation of Madonna, only less facials and face operations.
I will raise to be the ideal face the world so clearly is crying for - I will be the ideal role model.
Im not going to Miley Cyrus all over this, I will take my responsibiles carefully.
You see, Cambridge, women with talent such as myself always don't fit in. The reason why Destiny's Child broke up - Beyonce was just too good. I am Beyonce. It's obviously the reason why people won't talk to me - I intimidate them with the glow of endowment I have.
The other day I was walking when my follow colleges thought it was funny to throw food at my hair - which by the way i spend two hours doing - and laughed about it.
I smiled like they were the paparazi and endured it. Celebrities don't have it easy.
Once I will reach the pinnacle of fame, I will walk Earth like it's a huge red carpet - and you, Cambridge, will obviously benefit from having me represent you.You'll finally gain your ground and make Oxford look like a kindergarden *stutters* for..for.. dogs! Yes! You will lower it's name that much! As soon as you've seen this video, you can contact me through the school. My parents are already aware that they led a star into the world and will, of course, accept your proposal. They always knew I would flourish into a beautiful character.
This is Carrie Underwood, aka your future Barbara Stresiand.

Controversial Topics...Ran out, Shout it out loud!

I don't think you do - Nanana, darren criss is on glee again!
HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY
Glee, after a month of waiting, you did NOT dissapoint me.
Episode was done neatly and beautifully - from the performances, to the acting, to the humor and drama.
In a swirl of motion glee kept it's legendary statues as the amazing show that it is. Quickly, but efficently, dealing with most problems not and without a touch and suffle of Sue.
Ah, Sue. Canon-using Sue.
Back to me doing my homework...
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Is fashion important?

Are exams vital?

101 dalmatians

Controversial Piece.

Why do women like to pose naked?

A question that constantly haunts me because of the variety of its answers. I see and observe the daily structures of the world, the way the nude pictures are assimilated in society, and sometimes are a requierment. People have began to deem it natural or just shrug at a naked woman, but is it really that simple? Is a woman nude as accepted and, at times, as demanded?

I opened a magazine with a famous actress posing nude. The photos consisted of revealing material, and the woman proudly displaying it. Nobody forces her to do it - she felt comfortable enough with her body and skin. She's a highly known actress, she gains millions if not billions of dollers so money wasn't a factor. Does she need a motivation, or is it to make stability or cause scandal? Do women seek attention through this, or do they seek confidence?

Think of a shirtless man and woman. The latter seems far more scandalous, far more outrageous. Why? Is it because of men's quick enraptured minds perhaps women being subconiously persuaded by men - because they're the 'dominating sex'?, or because of the way society builds itself around women being perfect?



I often think women have it harder. Society set rules for everyone to fit in, and women must put effort and undertaking to construct a face for society to see - for society to accept. The acceptance of society is important for everyone, it's human nature to seek comfort and concede - but I wonder if we work too hard to seek it. What is average mean? Why do we want to be normal? Why can't I be my own persona? Is it because the majority of women pose naked, the rest will be influenced to do so?

As humans, our bodies is our display to the world. We often seek perfection in it, for that's what others will seek when they meet someone. Women work hard to look beautiful, and posing naked is their opportunity to shine. It's not right for us to make mirages and illusions of perfections and tell women they have to build up to it.

Is nudity in pictures, generally speaking, wrong? Is the core and foundation of it an art or an atroucity?  The reasons behind it could drastically change the perceptive of it. An example: There was a woman naked in a famous men's magazine. For some, it may be humiliting and degrading but according to this woman it was what saved her from drugs and death.

I'm giving one example out of many; because there's thousands of reasons of the almost compulsory need to expose one's self.

Whether it's for one's own being - confidence, self-respect, self-esteem, or whether because it's a demand from society or a monetry source, is it right or wrong?

100th Post? No way! YES WAY!

BLOGGITY!
IT'S YO BIRTHDAAAY!  - naked males come belly-dancing -
I can't believe it's the 100th post. You're growing old, bloggity, you're growing old.
I remember the first words I laid on this page - the first memories and feelings. The first sentimental crap I wrote.
Still, you represent some things to me. You represent my developing as a person and as a writer.
All the words that are lost to me during the day, come to me at night through you.
Thank you, blog. Happy anniversary.
Hugs, your chiquata
Mi amor,
Kelly
(spanish mock exams. do not ask)
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And now, for some poetry.


The morning has yet to come,
but you can feel the cold air dragging a long veil
Covering our bones and souls
Freezing us just one moment, one push away before death, only to stop
Only to stop and let us breath

I'm used to my hands shaking,
and so is my friend.
We live in no where,
and no where lives with us.

My friend has long since lost the feeling of life,
Has long since given up on hope or on breathing
Food is rare, and the minicule particle of food that we do recieve
Is like God telling us He exists again

My friend, my best friend, doesn't believe in God
She says with all the miracles he created,
Why couldn't we be part of His blessed touch?

My best friend doesn't believe in God,
and I don't believe in humanity.

The cultured faces and the facades of power
all craved and sulcuputed to hide the monstrousites we've become
The selfish souls that determine everything as theirs
The ones who couldn't lend a hand,
because lending a hand would mean being human again.

The ones who wouldn't help me when my best friend died.

I knew when she died.
She died when she was alive,
Because she never really was alive.
Living wasn't an option.

Living meant caring,
And you can't care to survive.

Enduring the streets is hard,
Doing it alone is harder.
End poverty, because one day
I want to care.