Friday, 1 May 2015

International Harry Potter Day 2015


Happy international Harry Potter day! May the Dark Arts never defeat you, and you lives be full of magic! :) In honour of the occasion I’ve written a little piece on the Hogwarts Houses for people who don’t know much about them, or for people who don’t understand them properly, due to the fact they haven’t read the books enough times. I know all real fans understand perfectly, but feel free to share with your less-educated peers.

 

Hufflepuff

Quality 1: hard working

Quality 2: loyal

Quality 3: honest

Quality 4: patient

Incorrect negative stereotype: stupid

Correct negative stereotype: weak (personalities)

 

Ravenclaw

Quality 1: intelligent

Quality 2: love of learning

Quality 3: creative

Quality 4: witty

Incorrect negative stereotype: none (assumption is correct)

Correct negative stereotype: arrogance

 

Gryffindor

Quality 1: brave

Quality 2: daring

Quality 3: bold

Quality 4: chivalrous

Incorrect negative stereotype: none (assumption is correct)

Correct negative stereotype: reckless / attention seeking

 

Slytherin

Quality 1: ambitious

Quality 2: resourceful

Quality 3: determined

Quality 4: cunning (in a good way or a bad way, depending on the person)

Incorrect negative stereotype: evil

Correct negative stereotype: selfish / prejudiced

 

Qualities

Applies to all members of house, though house members can have qualities from other houses, too. People are placed in the house they have the most in common with. Example: someone can be hard working, but they won't be placed in Hufflepuff if they are more intelligent and creative than they are hard working (they go to Ravenclaw). Exceptions happen when people are mis-Sorted (example: Wormtail, who wasn’t brave, shouldn’t have been a Gryffindor)

 

Stereotypes

This is what people automatically think of the house. Applies to some members of the house, but not all; someone with one of the correct negative stereotypes will probably (though not infallibly) be in the corresponding house. Example: if someone is arrogant, they will probably be in Ravenclaw, but this doesn't mean all Ravenclaws are arrogant. Exceptions are common.


 

Places

Hufflepuffs are the kind ones; the loyal friends, the patient teachers… the ones you always turn to when you have no one else.

Ravenclaws are the brilliant ones; the scientists, the mathematicians… the cutting edge of academia all over the world.

Slytherins are the successful ones; the entrepreneurs, company owners… outstanding in their various fields.

Gryffindors are the heros; the policemen, the fire fighters… always trying to save the world.

 

Everyone knows that Ravenclaw and Gryffindor need no defence – the books showed them in a perfectly good light. However, to this day, Slytherin and Hufflepuff get a whole bunch of rubbish from ignorant people; here is what you can say to them.

 

Hufflepuff defence:

You’re right – we’re not the highfliers, the ones in the spotlights. We’re the ones who fall through the cracks. We’re the ones who do the little things that no one else has time for. You may look down on us because we’re not as successful, smart or brave as you are, but the world needs us.

You need us to teach those who need help, you need us to accept those who everyone rejects, you need us to be honest with you when everyone else shows you only lies. You need to be able to rely on us, you need us to be loyal when you’ve been hurt and betrayed. You need us in all the small ways. All the world sees is your splendour, but they don’t see how close you were to failure, how you were once ready to give up and you turned to us for help.

We are the ones who encourage Slytherins when they are sure all their dreams will fail. We are the ones who’ll sit with Ravenclaws for hours letting them bounce ideas off us. We are the ones who comfort and heal the Gryffindors when they’re hurt and weary from their struggles.

You may look down on us, but you’ll turn to us when you need us. And when you do, we’ll be there, even if you’ve hurt us, ignored us and abandoned us, because that’s what being a Hufflepuff is. Maybe to the world it looks like nothing, but when you come to us empty handed with no one else to turn to, for you, it looks like everything.

 

Slytherin defence

Do you like your life? Do you like being able to flick a switch and have light? Do you like being able to visit friends and family in other countries? Perhaps you would prefer to go and chop up some wood every time you wanted light, to spend years on a journey to see others in distant countries?

I think not.

Humanity has clawed itself up from the dirt, one step at a time. Look at how our society has advanced – our technology, medicine, increasingly equal rights for everyone, basic living conditions… sure, there are loads of problems, but if you compare them to the problems of the past? We’re coasting here.

We rode to where we are on the backs of Slytherins. Slytherins are the achievers, the ones who’re always trying to be better, bigger, always pushing for that step forward.

Sure, they may have gotten some help from Ravenclaws, but Ravenclaws are interested in the intellectual; it’s the Slytherins who take those findings and use them. Slytherins solve problems; they are constantly trying to make things work better, because what they see is bigger than what any of the rest of us can even imagine.

We could have been happy with the first computer that fitted in a room. We could have lived with it. Slytherins were the ones who pushed to make it better, faster, more convenient. Slytherins are the ones who expand our economies and world trade. Slytherins are the ones we look up to when we’re asked who we want to be like.

Perhaps you would prefer to be living in a cave, warding the lions off with a stick and hoping you’ll survive the winter. If you want a world like that, then take it. For me, I’d rather live in a world where everything is constantly improved, tested, made better, ridded of defects. I’d rather have a world with Slytherins in it. Some of the best people you know are Slytherins, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

 

 

 

It’s been 17 years since Voldemort was defeated, but Harry Potter still holds all of our hearts as it did on that first day when we picked up book one. If you’ve read this post right until the end, take a few minutes to do your part for Harry. Persuade someone who hasn’t to read the books. Change a life.

 

Monday, 13 October 2014

Lost


What is your most prized possession? Is it your house? Your car? No, your most precious possession is much more valuable than that. As humans, we take things for granted.  With so much stuff all around us, what we really value the most is a given, always there. We always worry about other things, things that don’t really matter. By the time you realise what you prize most, it has already been taken away.

 

My mum was a scientist – a marine biologist. She travelled the world, studying fascinating creatures of distant oceans. The doctors don’t know where she got it. I suppose it doesn’t really matter anymore.

It started with the paranoia. I told myself that it was just a midlife crisis, that she’d snap out of it. I should have known better. My mum has always been a rock in my life – constant, reliable and unchanging. I tried to help her, tried to persuade myself that her increasingly erratic behaviour could be explained by anything – any small, easily fixable thing. I kept thinking she would get better on her own – after all, she’s never been sick a day in her life.

By the time she wouldn’t go out of the house for fear of the neighbours spying on her, wouldn’t eat as she was sure Woolworths was poisoning her food, I knew something had to be done.

The doctors were completely baffled. They tried everything they knew, but it just kept getting worse. My mother was going insane and nobody could stop it. No drug, no surgery could get back for her that which she had always valued beyond anything else.

I remember worrying about not getting the dress I wanted for a party, worrying about which neighbourhood I live in and which type of car I drive. I laugh scornfully at myself. What I wouldn’t give to have those worries back now, for the most pressing things on my mind to be so trivial. Day after day, I sit in my room, surrounded by the useless stuff that I used to prize so much, but not one thing can help me get back what really matters.

Now the woman who used to be my mother is in a locked ward, heavily sedated for her own safety. I stopped visiting a while ago. I may as well be visiting a stranger. A stranger who doesn’t know she has a daughter.

Yesterday, I started experiencing symptoms of paranoia.

I haven’t told anyone yet. I don’t want to see the looks of horror on their faces when they realise that whatever my mum has is catchy. I spend my days with friends and family, but it becomes harder to hide the growing symptoms. One by one, I tell them that I love them, then bid them a silent goodbye.

Finally, only I am left. I can feel the insanity creeping up on me, stalking the dark edges of my mind. Soon, it will be too strong, and I will be carried away on the whirlwind, just like my mother. A tear falls down my cheek as I fully realise what I am losing. Before all this, I would have thought it was the end of the world to lose my brand new car. Now, I would trade everything I have just not to lose myself.

I fight it for a long time, but eventually, I know it is time. Time to go gracefully. Time to let go. I get up and look in the mirror, looking at myself. The next thing I see will probably be the walls of a padded room. No, the next thing these eyes see. I won’t be there. I take some small comfort that, even if insanity is stealing my mind from me, at least I won’t be there to see it.

I stifle a sob and tell myself that it is the not worst thing. I have had a good life, short as it was. I only wish I had appreciated what I had before it was almost gone. I stare at the brown eyes in the mirror, and they stare back at me. I can feel the madness surging, ready for my surrender, waiting to take me like it did my mum.

Maybe I will see her, wherever I am going. Is there some place that lost minds go to?

I take the snippet of hope, telling myself that I will see her again. Then I address the face in the mirror for the last time.

“Goodbye,” I whisper.

The swirling madness rears upwards, and I am gone.

 

Your most prized possession is your mind. Like all humans, you don’t really appreciate what you have until it is gone. By then it is too late. What you have taken for granted has already been lost.

Tuesday, 7 October 2014

May Angels Watch Over You


May Angels Watch Over You

 

 

May angels watch over you,

To see you whole and made new.

Encircle with protective arms,

And keep you safe from all harms.

 

May angels watch over you,

Keep your skies forever blue.

Show you nothing except peace,

Let troubles in your world cease.

 

May angels watch over you,

Keep you fresh as morning dew.

Let them take care of your woes,

Just relax as worry goes.

 

May angels watch over you,

None deserve more than you do.

A thousand gentle, shining hands,

Carry you through all the lands.

 

May angels watch over you,

They will love you as we do.

May they help to make you brave,

Sheltered in a dark, warm cave.

 

May angels watch over you,

May they gently see you through.

May angels watch over you;

You just rest, we’ll see they do.

 

 

 

For Tam, the most amazing best friend

anyone could ever wish for! <3

Thursday, 25 September 2014

A Love Poem


A Love Poem

 

 

This is a love poem, born of passion,

Of magic and dragons and strange compassion.

This is a love poem, born of joy,

Of swords and rivers none can destroy.

 

This is a love poem, born of strife,

Of fighting, despair, a cutting knife.

This is a love poem, born of truth,

Of victory and flight and eternal youth.

 

This is a love poem, born of peace,

Of the land we turn to when life will cease.

This is a love poem, born of hope,

Of prophets and fates of endless scope.

 

This is a love poem, born of my heart,

Enchantment and wonder here right from the start.

This is a love poem, born of my dreams,

Fantasy, magic, much more than it seems.

 

 

Friday, 19 September 2014

If you see me


If You See Me

 

If you see me, will you scorn me?

Will you flee, or will you warn me?

Will you go, no looking back,

Or will you stay, pick up the slack?

 

If you see me, will you aid me?

Will you just capture and trade me?

Will you still defend me now,

Or leave me, abandon your vow?

 

If you see me, will you hurt me?

Will you injure and desert me?

Will you turn away in shame,

Allocating me the blame?

 

If I let you see me, will you accept me?

Will you see the good, or regret you kept me?

All in vain, thrown out with the trash,

All you thought I was in ash?

 

If I let you see me, will I be safe?

Or will the bonds now start to chafe?

Love offered in face of truth,

For any old or any youth?

 

To let you see me, to make the leap,

Into the unknown, so dark and deep.

To have faith that you’ll be kind,

Not leave me in darkness, alone and blind.

 

If you see me and you scorn me,

In a way, I guess you warn me.

I show myself, then I see you,

Are you false or are you true?

 

When you see me, who will you be?

Kind or cruel, you will set me free.

Now I see you, all that you do,

The truth sets us free, me and you.

 

Knowledge that may well bring pain,

But either way I stand to gain.

To see you now as you are,

Evil, or bright as a star.

 

Truth is the most awesome gift,

No matter how much others drift.

To see all others with clear eyes,

Even those you do despise.

 

Bright and clear, watch your life shine,

With truth around you, like a shrine.

Knowledge brings amazing power,

And joy, again in every hour.

 

 

 

 

 

In accordance with the teachings of The Sword of Truth, Terry Goodkind

Wilfully turning away from the truth is treason to one’s self.

Monday, 15 September 2014

Magic


Magic

 

Do you wish to see fairy light?

Watch the mighty dragons fight?

Do you yearn to tell a tale

Of reckless daring without fail?

 

Do you wish to ride unicorns?

Do battle amidst blaring horns?

Do you yearn to cast a spell

And see the closing jaws of hell?

 

Do you wish to see magic?

To see a world where no one’s sick?

Do you yearn to live a dream

Your life inside a magic beam?

 

There is a way, now close your eyes,

And then open them to surprise.

See the world we live in now,

And see the magic in each how.

 

How have humans learned fly?

Soaring in dragons in the sky?

How are we enclosed in light,

In the day and in the night?

 

How do we ride for hours on end?

Metal carriage with your friend.

How do screens jump at a touch,

You finger lighter by so much?

 

Magic by a different name,

The laws of nature been made tame.

Science and magic, moon and sun.

You see, humanity has won.

 

Saturday, 13 September 2014

Would you do it differently?


Would you do it differently?

 

Would you do it differently?

Would you fight or bend your knee?

Would you shout out to the crowd?

Or keep the words inside, head bowed?

 

Would you do it differently?

Would you set the slave girl free?

Would you make a running leap?

Or go back home and silence keep?

 

Would you do it differently?

Would you teach others to see?

Would you take the child’s hand?

Or keep your walk across the sand?

 

If we could do it differently,

How do we know who we’d be?

Alas we cannot change the past,

But those actions are not your last.

 

Will you do it differently?

Will you listen to the plea?

Will you stand and fight with them?

Or leave them severed at the stem?

 

Will you do it differently?

Will you hand condemned the key?

Will you strive only to fly?

Or go back home and just lie?

 

Will you do it differently?

Will you brave the raging sea?

Will you spare that one kind word?

Or follow along with the herd?

 

Will you do it differently?

Will you act, will you just be?

Will you do it differently?

Today is here, we shall see.