Another Wornout Cliche!

I love quotes.Some authors just have a way of making every word blend together in such a sublime way. I think one of the reasons I really love quotes though, is they manage to connect to me in a way nothing else can. I think a lot, but am terrible at putting my thoughts together into ideas to explain what it is I'm thinking. Books though, they always seem to be able to put them into words. So, here are my favourite quotes, of which I mostly relate to, from some of my favourite authors. Also, if you have any you love and want to share please add them to the comments. :)  Haruki Murakami  If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets. Here she is, all mine, trying her best to give me all she can. How could I ever hurt her? But I didn' t  understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by  living, damage another human being beyond repair. If you only read the books that every...

Recently I have become  hooked to the new show 'Once Upon A Time'. It's brilliant - if you have not seen it, do so. It tells the story of the queen who casts a spell to get revenge over Snow White. The spell forces all the fairytale characters to live captured in our world until eternity. The show includes a lot of the basic story-lines from original fairy-tales, and then changes them around to fit the script. Now, my issue lies in the plot of the fairy-tales, and the representation of women. Before I continue I want to say that I do understand that these were written centuries ago, when society encountered great sexism, and oppression of women, but keep in mind that these are still being read to children, and remade by Disney. Furthermore, I also understand that children most likely do not pick up on my following points, but maybe these subliminal messages are subconsciously sinking into their brains. Let me start with 'Beauty and the Beast'. You are...

Those who know me would know that I tend to exhibit OCD symptoms in regards to grammar. I struggle to hold back from correcting others spelling, punctuation, and grammar mistakes. Firstly, I would like to say that I gladly accept people correcting me in this aspect. I do not have double standards in regards to this (I may have them in other situations). Secondly, I am not talking about vocabulary. I believe it is highly arrogant to use vocabulary someone can not understand in an argument. A truly intelligent person would be able to alter their speech for the person they are communicating with. Thirdly, I understand not everyone is educated; it's the lack of wanting to improve that upsets me. I suppose I stand out as someone that has to use all their willpower not to correct people on Facebook constantly. Other people seem to notice also. Here is an example of some of the many pictures my fellow Facebook peers have posted on my wall.  There has probably been ...

Today I went on strike for the first time in my life. At first I was not going to strike; my salary doesn't really bother me, and I didn't want to lose a days pay, or a day of report writing. Then I got into the hype (I am very easy to get hyped up and join in something), and started to rethink my choice. The media wasn't helping with my choice; they seemed to only push towards the angle of wanting more pay (we can clearly see which political party a lot of the media is working for), and as this didn't interest me, I wasn't swayed. It was an article I read that really convinced me. This is the article:  Baillieu has no idea how teachers work! These lines are what impacted me the most - "How do you measure the teacher who lifts a student's self-esteem higher than their mathematics mark? If a student does well in a NAPLAN test does that mean they have been taught well or coached well?" As a teacher who loves my job, and cares about her stude...

It's amazing how not seeing someone face to face suddenly blurs the lines on how people communicate to each other. Here are some common things I see on Facebook:  Bagging out other people's statuses.  Statuses like "Stop putting pics of yourself up if you're so ugly."  Statuses like "So many attention seeking bitches putting so many pics of themselves up. Get over yourselves".  Statuses like "go tell your problems to a shrink, not Facebook."  This is just an example of a few. Now, here is the problem I have with this. The word is Facebook 'FRIEND', so why do we treat others on Facebook as though they are not our friend? In the first life if our friend said something to us (ie, a status) we would not sit there and bag them out, and subsequently we would not allow them to bag us out if we did tell them something. In the first life we would not tell our friends that they are hideous, ugly, and tell them off for having pictures...

I knew I was hurting her And I knew I was saying things to make her sad And I knew my words were like vomit over her heart But I couldn't stop And I hated myself For what I was doing to her And I started crying And said "I'm sorry I’m sorry I don’t know what’s wrong with me" And she told me she loved me So I hurt her again And I made her cry And I didn’t like hearing her cry Because I loved her And I still do love her And I don’t want to control her But I hate that I can’t control her And if she doesn’t do things how I like I get angry And I become a monster Because I learnt  When you aren't in control Bad things will happen And with her I don’t want anything bad to happen Ever  This is Stormie Mills artwork. He is great.

I am writing what I believe will be my most personal and serious blog entry to date. I know from past poetry and stories you can tell a lot about me, but here I am really going to open up as much as I can without hurting anyone. Since I was about 16 I have suffered on and off depression and general anxiety disorder, but I suppose about five years ago it got extremely severe. Without going into the causes it really was a mixture of nature and nurture that led to this. While I had experienced major depressive bouts previously - one causing me to drop out of a uni course (I would get the train, get halfway there, and turn around and go to a friend's house as I couldn't be around people), it was five years ago that I started experiencing severe panic attacks, disassociative episodes, and began regularly self harming. A few of the worse things that happened were a Xanax overdose, severe cuts, and multiple broken knuckles from hitting walls. I couldn't drive on freeways and ...