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Having graduated and begun working full-time, here are some things that institutions of higher education do not teach you about the work place:
Where do I begin?

Do I think you will wait around for me? Were you such a nice guy and was I so blind? Would you have been that nice to anyone or was I really something special to you?

Four years. I feel like this is only the beginning, the calm before the storm. How can I possibly be all cried out after 1 day? It will only get harder and I know this. Am I strong enough to walk alone?

Why did I listen when they said being single was better, that I might find better. WTF is better? Is better richer, better looking, taller, more intelligent? No. Better is being happier.

So the question becomes: Was I happy? Mostly I was. I was a person who was safe from harm, protected by the knowledge that I belonged. No matter what the world had me facing, I had a partner in crime, a team mate and a best friend. I had a shoulder to cry on if ever I needed it. It became that I only depended on him. He became the bearer of all my burdens. How could I subject him to a life as a bearer? I often told him that he needed to do his own thing and get his act together. Truth is, it never occurred to me that he as too busy holding my act together, carrying all my baggage. He had no time to love himself because he was so devoted to me.

Perhaps the most selfless thing I've ever done for you, my love, was to let you go and find yourself and love yourself. I need to learn to carry my own burdens, I need to feel pain and hurt in order to truly cherish and appreciate you. Maybe then it will be too late. Once you see you who really are, you may not want me anymore. You might see the reality of our relationship.... That you truly deserved better.
I'm not trying to be a Debbie Downer and complain about being on holidays when other people are still stressing over exams. But like I always say: TWO SIDES TO THE STORY INNIT!?

I finished my last assessment on Thursday 2nd June 2011. None of my friends are finished yet, so they are still going to library and doing study session. MEANWHILE I have watched the following movies:

Good Luck Chuck, Sex and the City 2, Pan's Labyrinth, Half Baked, Little Fockers, She's Out of My League, Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, Young and Dangerous 1, Breakfast at Tiffanys, 27 Dresses, Baby, How to Lose Friends and Alienate People, What Happens in Vegas and 17 Again!!!!!

As you can probably tell from the selection that I do NOT like crying in movies and if there is any avoidable possiblity that the movie is sad... then I'm not watching it. For example I have 'The Break Up' feat. Jennifer Aniston but I watched it once and never again because ESSENTIALLY breaking up is a sad thing... :'(

I don't like sad movies like The Notebook or The Titanic. I've seen both movies many times but always fast forward sad parts... So in Titanic that would be the door scene after the boat sinks whe Rose the fatass cannot share her door with Jack - which is still something that makes my blood boil to this day! I can watch scary movies with company. When I'm alone I prefer fluff movies... or action.

Really... the reason I hate holidays is because when I have too much time on my hands I start going a bit messed up. Some people love having nothing to do, waking up and taking it slow and easy. When I have nothing to do for an extended amount of time: I lose it.

I LOSE IT.

My text messages to my friends tonight and my Twitter acc will only confirm this.

Person A: Hahahaha just gotta wait til everyone finish. Ive never hard anyone complain cus they finished early.

no.
need to buy a book or something because I currently have a hard drive full of movies and seriously THIS IS NOT ENOUGH. I NEED MORE stimulation before I lose my fucking mind.
Independence is not what it's cracked up to be, for women.

I was driving today and mum was saying how her whole life she wanted to be independent, she wanted to work and earn her own money so that she had the satisfaction of being able to rely on herself. I have always always admired that in my mum. Then today she told me that because she chose to be the independent one, who could work and who could do hard labour with my dad.... Her life has been hard.

Then we started talking about some women who are incapable of taking care of themselves, or working, or being independent... I expected my mum to say how useless they were and how I should never grow up to be like that. Instead she said that because she chose to independent, give up her looks and fashion and beauty for hard work. She has callouses on her hands... never painted her nails... Well she said that she can see that I'm growing up to be like her.

Her word of advice though, was to be wary. That I should not always act like I can do everything on my own because sooner or later, everyone around me will expect it from me. No one will help me carry things or do hard work because I'm a girl, no one will buy me things and no one will offer assistance. In other words, her advice to me was that even if you are absolutely capable to undertake the task on-hand, pretending to be naive and a little bit weak or stupid, will make my life a lot easier.

Finish this post up with a thoughtful quote from Chuck Palahniuk.

"You gain power by pretending to be weak.
By contrast, you make people feel strong.
You save people by letting them save you.
All you have to do is be fragile and grateful. So stay the underdog.
People really need somebody they feel superior to. So stay downtrodden.
People need somebody they can send a check at Christmas. So stay poor.
"Charity" isn't the right word, but it's the first word that comes to mind."
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I always procrastinate so I came to uni at 9pm tonight hoping to do an all-nighter to catch up on readings and general work since I didn't do anything during the midsem break.

Unrelated to uni work - Why do people wear jeans at home and then take photos of themselves as if they are just 'chilling'....?

I don't care how skinny you are and how comfy your jeans are... You just don't wear jeans at home when you're chilling out. It's just weird. The first thing I do when I go home is take off my jeans, especially if they are skinny jeans because they are shit and I have been uncomfortable all day and as soon as I'm home... trackies and tshirt.

Trackpants are the shit. Especially in winter. I'm wearing track pants now... and they are awesome!!!!
In Australia we have this law regarding provisional drivers whereby if you get any speeding ticket you will be suspended for 3 months. Today I was clocked over the limit by a police officer going 80 in a 60 zone. I could have sworn I was going slower but you can't really argue with the police. He wrote me a ticket for $211 and told me after I paid it, the RTA would send me a notice of suspension for 3 months.

I started thinking... How long is 3 months? That's 12 weekends, that's an entire school term, that's one week short of an entire uni semester... In other words it's a slap in the face really. Public transport again, is that so bad? Up until 8 months ago... My entire life before that had been dependent on public transport- waiting for trains or buses that might often come late, was uncomfortable, inconvenient and so on. And in Australia - good luck getting home after 12am!

Then it got me thinking: well now I'll have time to read on the train, listen to music, study, sleep and so on during the long commutes. I will be able to drink when I went since I would never be designated driver. I won't have to look for parking! I will save money on petrol and well... It didn't seem so bad anymore.

Yes I will miss driving and the freedom and independence that comes with it.

I paid my fine IMMEDIATELY so it can get processed and the RTA (hopefully) will suspend me from mid-May until mid-July. There's a lot of things I'll now have to forego such as my pilates class at 8am Saturday mornings, going to the gym whenever I want! But I get to see interesting people on the train again, I get to make up stories for them, I plan on using the money I save on fuel on a book each week to read on the long commutes!!! It won't be so bad - actually I'm really looking forward to it :)