I have lately been working on design ideas for my portfolio, to go out to employers, and to advertise myself with it.
As many of you can guess, getting employed into a business/company can be very tricky work, and I have certainly found that over the past few months after graduating, so I have started up as a self-represing designer. The work I have, and will be doing is of course, all on my personal perspective, but many, if not all, will be a professional practise on logos, posters, banners and even layouts if I can get hold of the right programmes. So far I can only use Adobe Photoshop, I will try to get Illustrator and InDesign as soon as I can, but for now Photoshop is my best buddy, and so far has been very good to me, as I have managed to produce some excellent designs so far ^_^, many more ideas are on the march, which I can't wait to get round to! I have also created a logo design for my portfolio, which is also looking awesomeness.
About this petition *NOTE: this is not in my writting*
"When I heard my name called, 'Esther,' I got up and walked toward the voice of the woman, who barely looked at me, and called me 'Sir.' I followed her into her office and before I sat down, politely said, 'Actually, it’s Ma’am…. My name is Esther.' She sat down and looked at me, and her first question was, 'Are you a Lesbian?' Her second question to me was, 'Have you asked God into your heart? Have you been saved by Jesus Christ?' This is when I realized that I was no longer a United States veteran in her eyes, I was just a homosexual."
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Written above are the exact words that my friend Esther Garatie used to describe her recent visit to the Dallas VA Medical Center. Esther is a Marine veteran, wounded in service to her country and Honorably Discharged from the Marines as a result. She walked into a mental health clinic at the Dallas VA Medical Center on October 12, 2011 and was seen by a nurse practitioner named Lincy T. Pandithurai. Nurse Pandithurai subjected Esther to a vitriolic, hateful rant that lasted THREE hours (you read that right!) on the topic of Esther's sexual orientation. Ms. Pandithurai told Esther that the only reason she's depressed is because she's gay.
When Esther broke into tears, Ms. Pandithurai announced that her tears were clearly a manifestation of guilt over her sexual orientation (rather than distress at being abused while seeking help). Ms. Pandithurai stated that Esther is living in darkness and needs to "return to the light." She also told Esther that there are churches now that "actually accept homosexuals and can help you get your life back on track and stop choosing to be gay." She further stated that "homosexuality used to be a diagnosis until recently, but they changed it because of Obama" (In point of fact, homosexuality was removed from the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders in 1973. President Obama was 11 at the time.)
This is only a brief sample of the verbal and psychological abuse Esther was subjected to. As a result of this mistreatment, Esther left the VA in far more danger of harming herself than when she entered.
The American Psychological Association, the American Psychiatric Association and the American Nurses Association have all stated publicly that homosexuality is not a choice and is not pathological. So-called “reparative therapy,” which Ms. Pandithurai seemed to be attempting in brief, has also been condemned by these same organizations as ineffective and potentially damaging psychologically.
Nurse Pandithurai was operating as an employee of the U.S. Government, a mental health professional, and a licensed Nurse Practitioner. Her treatment of Esther violated laws and ethics governing all of these roles. The Establishment Clause in the First Amendment prohibits the government, and thus any government employee acting in her professional capacity, from endorsing any particular religion or, indeed, religion at all. Clearly Ms. Pandithurai is acting in violation of U.S. Constitutional law. She is also practicing in violation of state law in the form of Texas’ Nursing Practice Act, Sec. 301.452(b)(10) and 301.452(b)(13).
Ms. Pandithurai needs to be fired from her position and subjected to appropriate discipline by the Texas Board of Nursing, so that she can no longer disguise hate under the pretense of providing professional help. Formal complaints have been issued to the Dallas VA Medical Center and the Texas Board of Nursing, but we need your help to show support for Esther's campaign.
It was a miserable day, miserable enough to make a helpless man day worse than it already is. He was sat in the street besides the wall with an old blanket and a hat with a few coins sitting next to him. A man was walking by looking tired and fed up, he was walking in a suite and tie and looked like he had just come from work, he drew out his hand in front of him from out his pocket holding a few coins, he looks at his coins, counting them through, but then he noticed the homeless man sitting there with cap sitting beside him with a few coins he recieved from passing people. He stays still for a few moments then smiles, he slowly walks towards him, the homeless man looks up and begins to smile at the man in his suite and tie and the man says to the homeless man "you dont have any spare coins do you mate? just i could do with a coffee on this miserable day"
Got up this morning to the sound of of banging and roaring. I got dressed and went out, our bins knocked over, cows flying accross the streets and cars tossed accross the roads, trees almost tearing out from there routes and empty carrier bags flying everywhere. When i got home I looked in the mirror, I saw my hair was an absolute mess...."mmmmm....it must be a windy day"
I always wonder to myself why Brits seem to love a good stress moment with one another. I always see families arguing, bitching about stuff (on small things), getting into debates and always sounding like they are stressed out with life. You'd think its with the economy crisis, but it never is, its more about family life. I think the cause of this problem is the soap operas they have here (eg. Corination Street, Eastenders, Hollyoaks ect) almost everyone watches these soaps they have on TV in this country. If you watch Eastenders any day, any week, its the same drama, lots of sobbing, screaming at one another, pub scraps ect (with a little bit of humor, but in a bit of a lame way) and its just boring and quite depressing, even though its not real life, but then you walk out the door and witness the same goings on. Its like I can imagine a man just finishing watching Corination Street and then going..... "mmmm do you know, i fancy a little argument with someone, but I dont know what to stress about, my wife hasnt been sleeping around lately, my daughter is not seeing any boy that looks dodgy, no football match lost....well my neighbour has some goldfish like mine, but his is bigger, and i could go round and say to him that its not fair that he has bigger gold fish than mine...then hopefully it might get to a point where we start scrapping, then the police will get involved, and all the neighbours will come out to see what all the fuss is about, then in a way that might make me happy, but happy at not being happy...the real british way".
People have often wondered why I smile quite alot, like they are somewhat offended that I happen to be smiling...and i say "Im just happy, living in my own little world, not stressing about everything" what can be bad about that? but no! people here dont want you to be happy, they want to drag you down into their pit, then they would be happy, but at being not happy of course...
