Isn't it odd, how a few words can change you're life?
Everything that once seemed certain, doesn't seem certain anymore.
Everything that once was clear, is how a haze.
Everything you knew, you no longer know.
And with those words, you're forced to adapt your life around them, just to allocate those little words.
You're shocked.
You're sad.
You're mad.
You're calm.
You're negative.
What if?
And then, you see someone worse off than yourself, and realize, maybe those words, were not that major anyway?
I'll adapt.
I'll manage.
I'll be strong.
I'll be positive.
Because you realize that there are people who are worse off than you.
Those words have altered every aspect of their life.
And they manage to see the light, so why can't I?
The haze disappears.
The unknown becomes known.
The uncertainties become certain.
And there you are, back again, now allowing those words, those painful words, to control you.
You control them.
Because, well, that's what love is.
And it's a part of life.
Thursday, 22 March 2012
Saturday, 17 March 2012
The strong and mighty: Mum's the word.
We get one in our lives, we use and abuse, we take them for granted as we know they'll always be there.
Yet, our mum's shape us, and secretly, though we usually don't admit it, we all have elements of our mum's in us, the good, the bad and the plain ugly.
The thing with mum's is that annoyingly, they always think they're right.
And, what is more annoying, is that they usually are, though we aren't inclined to admit it.
We pick up her cleaning habits, her vocabulary, her mannerisms, and the excellent advice to become aware of the importance of foil, (which proves to be a very handy tool).
We try to understand our mum's point of view, but as I am told continuously, ' you won't understand until you become a mum', with the added 'emily', at the end to reiterate her point.
They're always there, whether we want them to be or not, they never claim to do anything wrong, and are the masters of maneuvering out of awkward, and potentially sticky situations, but you know, when you need that 3am shoulder to cry on, you'll always have your mum.
She's been through it all.
The aches, the breaks and the pains, and she'll advise you in desperation that you don't make the same mistakes she did.
But we do it anyway.
Yet, a majority of us don't look at our mums and say to ourselves 'one day, i will become that', but more, 'i will not do that with my children, or wear such slippers, or in my mums case, the classic Birkinstocks'.
But we all know, we will.
And it all begins will the colour beige.
When you say the same things, at the same time, you know the process has begun, and it's unstoppable.
The comments are never ending 'oh, you look like your mum'.
And, i know it.
But no, i'll never wear those large cream knickers, or large bras, or never think before I eat a 'Blue Ribband', or ever develop a real taste for tea.
But i know i will.
I'll never settle for second best, and i will never get into period dramas like 'Downton Abbey'.
But i know i will.
I will be a successful, career focused women, and will always get up at 20 minutes earlier, so I have time to do my hair.
But i know i won't.
I will never get sleep with rollers in my hair.
But, i probably will.
I vouch never to become so houseproud my house looks like a showroom, and never revel to embarrass my children at most opportunities, but lets face it, we will.
However, mum's never fail to get the names wrong of your favourite bands, despite feeling ecstatic to have got it right, or just to have a lie in when they can, or not to make a list, but just actually remember what they need to do.
But, they are brilliant at keeping secrets, holding your hair back when you're sick and taking the freebies back from the posh hotel they've recently stayed in.
And there is one thing for sure, you're always on her mind.
There is no such thing as a perfect mum, they're all one in a million.
They may never be the focus, but they're always there.
And, you'll never have another.
So this is to you mum, happy mothers day.
You're one special lady.
x
Yet, our mum's shape us, and secretly, though we usually don't admit it, we all have elements of our mum's in us, the good, the bad and the plain ugly.
The thing with mum's is that annoyingly, they always think they're right.
And, what is more annoying, is that they usually are, though we aren't inclined to admit it.
We pick up her cleaning habits, her vocabulary, her mannerisms, and the excellent advice to become aware of the importance of foil, (which proves to be a very handy tool).
We try to understand our mum's point of view, but as I am told continuously, ' you won't understand until you become a mum', with the added 'emily', at the end to reiterate her point.
They're always there, whether we want them to be or not, they never claim to do anything wrong, and are the masters of maneuvering out of awkward, and potentially sticky situations, but you know, when you need that 3am shoulder to cry on, you'll always have your mum.
She's been through it all.
The aches, the breaks and the pains, and she'll advise you in desperation that you don't make the same mistakes she did.
But we do it anyway.
Yet, a majority of us don't look at our mums and say to ourselves 'one day, i will become that', but more, 'i will not do that with my children, or wear such slippers, or in my mums case, the classic Birkinstocks'.
But we all know, we will.
And it all begins will the colour beige.
When you say the same things, at the same time, you know the process has begun, and it's unstoppable.
The comments are never ending 'oh, you look like your mum'.
And, i know it.
But no, i'll never wear those large cream knickers, or large bras, or never think before I eat a 'Blue Ribband', or ever develop a real taste for tea.
But i know i will.
I'll never settle for second best, and i will never get into period dramas like 'Downton Abbey'.
But i know i will.
I will be a successful, career focused women, and will always get up at 20 minutes earlier, so I have time to do my hair.
But i know i won't.
I will never get sleep with rollers in my hair.
But, i probably will.
I vouch never to become so houseproud my house looks like a showroom, and never revel to embarrass my children at most opportunities, but lets face it, we will.
However, mum's never fail to get the names wrong of your favourite bands, despite feeling ecstatic to have got it right, or just to have a lie in when they can, or not to make a list, but just actually remember what they need to do.
But, they are brilliant at keeping secrets, holding your hair back when you're sick and taking the freebies back from the posh hotel they've recently stayed in.
And there is one thing for sure, you're always on her mind.
There is no such thing as a perfect mum, they're all one in a million.
They may never be the focus, but they're always there.
And, you'll never have another.
So this is to you mum, happy mothers day.
You're one special lady.
x
Tuesday, 13 March 2012
Doncaster Royal Infirmary: value entertainment, guaranteed .
13/3/2012.
9:15am.
Doncaster Royal Infirmary.
Busy, hectic places are hospitals, full of patients exiting, entering, causing havoc, by both staff and patients i hasten to add.
But at Doncaster, excel this level by about 120%, and you may have some level of the degree of the havoc caused.
As a healthy member of the public, I was granted the chance of observing patients, and their, shall we say, attributes, much to the entertainment of myself.
I was worried that the two hours I was due to wait, but be ridiculously dull - i needn't have worried.
The morning events began with a long stroll to the hospital, no really, we parked so far away, we may have left the car in the drive (i live over 30 minutes away), but me dad assured me there would be no parking.
He was wrong.
Not only was there a space, but enough to fit three buses, two lorries and a couple of taxis thrown in for good measure.
As went entered the hospital, I was seated in the filled waiting room, as Dad left me to my own devices.
As people came and went, I was granted the pleasure of meeting a young, possibly three, year old boy, who is far beyond his years when it comes to reading, as he seemed enthralled with the train spotting magazine, poor boy.
It was half nine, and having no time for breakfast, I opted for the healthy Galaxy bar, which I removed from my bag and began devouring slowly.
What a mistake.
Despite being beyond this years with reading material, I don't think the youngster has ever witnessed chocolate, staring, bemused by the brown delicious food.
The train magazine felt from slight, as his eyes transfixed, leaving me in fear of being ambushed.
You'd think i'd give this adorable three year old, who is set to be the next Einstein a piece of my chocolate.
Bollocks.
That was mine, well it was until it was dropped on the floor, I almost screamed in horror, however realized this was a hospital, and a slightly unsuitable reaction.
I smile rose across his face, and I instantly knew this kid, was an absolute git.
As the scent of pastry delicacy wafted through the air, I was greeted with the pleasant sight of a dapper looking man waltzing into the waiting room.
Head up high, with an air of authority, this dignified man graced Doncaster waiting room with an air of class.
That was until the poor chap walked straight into a poorly placed chair.
I forgot to mention, the man was blind, and how and why no one was helping in is beyond me.
No stick, no dog, and now no dignity, all thanks to Doncaster.
The clock had turned half past ten, and with time ticking slower, I was in desperation of another exciting escapade.
I wasn't disappointed.
We've all seen Jeremy Kyle, (I know you don't like to admit it, but we all have, and you enjoy it. Yes you do). Well take that, and put it in a hospital situation.
Yes, that's in Doncaster.
The stero typical Jeremy Kyle type.
Over weight, over tattooed, over pierced and has no sense of awareness, or how to use an inside voice.
'I told ya ur dad 'ad form Bobbie'
'Nah do i f***, you're mum's a slag, blah, blah..'
Okay so i made the last bit up, but never the less, a domestic outbreak broke out in the middle of the waiting room, but to my delight, but to the horror for the 203 year old women to obviously never used/known of a swearword in her life.
They were then escorted out of the premises, but the smallest man you've ever seen, clearly not a security guard but a cleaner on his break.
As these became heated, my Dad returned much to my dismay, and I, very reluctantly, left Doncaster Royal Infirmary.
Sunday, 11 March 2012
Education elitism.
I'm not sure if i'm being behind the times a little, however, I am an avid news follower, so I'm not entirely sure of how Government's new 'two-tier' education scheme didn't catch my eye.
For all those who regretfully voted for Nick Clegg into parliament, there has been uproar with the increase of tuition fees for students, however in addition, government have proposed a 'two tier' system.
In basic, honest terms.
This means, the universities considered 'second rate' - for example, Lincoln, Sheffield Hallam, Manchester Metropolitan etc, will get 80% of their education budget cut( due to cuts in the public sector) that's cuts to courses, loosing the likes of American Studies, cuts to staff, loss of research to the university, focusing solely on teaching, and a cut of the amount of students accepted into the university.
This is while first tier universities are left unaffected.
Or are they?
If we're being honest, elitism in the education system has always, and will always be apparent. You were decades ago, and still are today, highly more likely to get a job due to the institution you studied, stigma will always be attached, even if this isn't right.
Although, not apparent on the surface, the first rate universities will also be indirectly affected. Pressure of teachers will be increased greatly in order to live up to the expectations of the students, along with greater emphasis on research, however, is it fair that this level of elitism exists?
No matter what expect of society we look at, elitism is always present. Despite finance being provided for those who need it, and take great advantage, unfortunate for the rest of tax paying society.
Education is the key for establishing success, in most cases, anyway apart from the occasional 'Sir Alan Sugar', education generally opens opportunities that would never have been there otherwise.
However, I know i'm as passionate as those who are in what is considered 'first rate' education.
I will work as hard, and you know, I know i'm blood good too.
So, if we have the education elitism and stigma attached. We prove them wrong.
For all those who regretfully voted for Nick Clegg into parliament, there has been uproar with the increase of tuition fees for students, however in addition, government have proposed a 'two tier' system.
In basic, honest terms.
This means, the universities considered 'second rate' - for example, Lincoln, Sheffield Hallam, Manchester Metropolitan etc, will get 80% of their education budget cut( due to cuts in the public sector) that's cuts to courses, loosing the likes of American Studies, cuts to staff, loss of research to the university, focusing solely on teaching, and a cut of the amount of students accepted into the university.
This is while first tier universities are left unaffected.
Or are they?
If we're being honest, elitism in the education system has always, and will always be apparent. You were decades ago, and still are today, highly more likely to get a job due to the institution you studied, stigma will always be attached, even if this isn't right.
Although, not apparent on the surface, the first rate universities will also be indirectly affected. Pressure of teachers will be increased greatly in order to live up to the expectations of the students, along with greater emphasis on research, however, is it fair that this level of elitism exists?
No matter what expect of society we look at, elitism is always present. Despite finance being provided for those who need it, and take great advantage, unfortunate for the rest of tax paying society.
Education is the key for establishing success, in most cases, anyway apart from the occasional 'Sir Alan Sugar', education generally opens opportunities that would never have been there otherwise.
However, I know i'm as passionate as those who are in what is considered 'first rate' education.
I will work as hard, and you know, I know i'm blood good too.
So, if we have the education elitism and stigma attached. We prove them wrong.
Student Village: The ultimate student life, at a high price.
For any prospective university student, deciding where to spent your first year is an exciting, if daunting choice.
The fact of money vs. glamour is the issue which can ultimately decide your fate, well this along with the UCAS clearing system...
We immediately look for affordability, comfort and possibly a little bit of luxury for our new home; the latter is heavily heavily debatable when being placed in student village. If glamour is you key priority, student village is probably not the best option for you, but personally I am willing to take a compact room over 2000 pounds worth of debt.
Not the most glamorous of settings, but I can honestly tell you, the friendly, safe and welcoming atmosphere in courts is unbeatable, it instantly felt like home in an instant, and the people you meet are a bonus too.
I got placed with five other people, three boys and three girls, and to quote my articulate room mate 'it's like friends' - we leave the doors on the latch (only when people are in, safety first), and wander from flat to flat - you develop a second family, and everyone has their allotted roles.
The largest downfall with our flat, is our minute kitchen, its unacceptable. For six people, yes six, our kitchen is suitable for one man at a time, making cooking a challenge to say the least (however, have caused many moments of laughter, along with a few burns).
Although humorous what is unbelievable is the size of the kitchens on the opposite side of courts, who have a kitchen -living area four times the size of ours! Ridiculous, when on an open day they are all presented to look the same, and we pay the SAME PRICE. Unfortunately, as good as maintenance are, and yes, for a university they are incredible, placing a complaint can't alter a dwarfed kitchen.
'In the first year, courts is the place to be, yes, it isn't glamorous, but its home'.
This was said by my flat mate, and best friend, Sasha, and he couldn't have got it more right.
When it comes to material possessions, you seem to have overpaid majorly for living in student village.
However, when it comes to life experience, you can't pay enough.
The fact of money vs. glamour is the issue which can ultimately decide your fate, well this along with the UCAS clearing system...
We immediately look for affordability, comfort and possibly a little bit of luxury for our new home; the latter is heavily heavily debatable when being placed in student village. If glamour is you key priority, student village is probably not the best option for you, but personally I am willing to take a compact room over 2000 pounds worth of debt.
Not the most glamorous of settings, but I can honestly tell you, the friendly, safe and welcoming atmosphere in courts is unbeatable, it instantly felt like home in an instant, and the people you meet are a bonus too.
I got placed with five other people, three boys and three girls, and to quote my articulate room mate 'it's like friends' - we leave the doors on the latch (only when people are in, safety first), and wander from flat to flat - you develop a second family, and everyone has their allotted roles.
The largest downfall with our flat, is our minute kitchen, its unacceptable. For six people, yes six, our kitchen is suitable for one man at a time, making cooking a challenge to say the least (however, have caused many moments of laughter, along with a few burns).
Although humorous what is unbelievable is the size of the kitchens on the opposite side of courts, who have a kitchen -living area four times the size of ours! Ridiculous, when on an open day they are all presented to look the same, and we pay the SAME PRICE. Unfortunately, as good as maintenance are, and yes, for a university they are incredible, placing a complaint can't alter a dwarfed kitchen.
'In the first year, courts is the place to be, yes, it isn't glamorous, but its home'.
This was said by my flat mate, and best friend, Sasha, and he couldn't have got it more right.
When it comes to material possessions, you seem to have overpaid majorly for living in student village.
However, when it comes to life experience, you can't pay enough.
Thursday, 8 March 2012
Company
High-Sreet edition.
For all those interest in design and fashion, a definite must buy is Company's spring/summer 2012 edition.
Not only does it have such a pretty front cover that makes you want to treasure the magazine forever, but the creative, and more importantly affordable take on high-street fashion.
With sketches, drawings and new eye-catching patterns, you can have an affordable glow, regardless of the weather.
So looking glorious in a coffee shop, despite the grey skies pouring with rain - what's not to love?
Company, High Street Edition Spring/Summer 2012 should be available at all good retailers, £3.99.
High-Sreet edition.
For all those interest in design and fashion, a definite must buy is Company's spring/summer 2012 edition.
Not only does it have such a pretty front cover that makes you want to treasure the magazine forever, but the creative, and more importantly affordable take on high-street fashion.
With sketches, drawings and new eye-catching patterns, you can have an affordable glow, regardless of the weather.
So looking glorious in a coffee shop, despite the grey skies pouring with rain - what's not to love?
Company, High Street Edition Spring/Summer 2012 should be available at all good retailers, £3.99.
Wednesday, 7 March 2012
http://www.neverfullydressed.co.uk/action/home/
just come across this lovely little website!
Know it's a but pricey for us students, but take a look there's such lovely little pieces on here!
Let me know what you think!
x
just come across this lovely little website!
Know it's a but pricey for us students, but take a look there's such lovely little pieces on here!
Let me know what you think!
x
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