FAR OUT

I'VE WRECKED MY ELBOW THE SAME WAY I WRECKED MY GODDAMN KNEE.

OMFG

Two days ago, I wrecked my knee. When I got home, I didn't put any antiseptic or bandaids on it because all I had was insect-bite cream, and for the past two days I've been worried about getting it infected. Earlier today, I looked at the insect-bite cream box, and as it turns out, it was NOT, in fact, insect-bite cream, and it was, in fact, DETTOL ANTISEPTIC CREAM. Underneath that it says that it FIGHTS INFECTION and helps prevent re-infection. The back of the box also says:

- that it is RECOMMENDED FOR TREATING CUTS, SCRATCHES, ABRASIONS, insect bites, minor burns, sunburn, sore lips, minor skin infections, itchy skin,

- contains TWO POWERFUL ANTISEPTIC INGREDIENTS in a gentle formulation.

In conclusion, I am the best.

Today, this happened:

THIS TEA

Is really, really good.

(There's a bag of tea leaves inside the box.)

FUN FACT, Stephen gave me his box of Rooibos in Year 9 coz he bought it and hated it, and since then, it's been sitting in my cupboard coz I haven't been bothered with it.

IT'S LIKE EVERYTHING I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR HAS BEEN RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME THIS WHOLE TIME.

IN IT

Found this in a bead store in the city.

USYD

So anyway. Here is my last angsty blog.

I feel like it hasn't ended properly, and quite honestly I am not bothered to do this the proper way. Amazing how quiet this was kept, or possibly it just doesn't even matter. No, the actual reason why is that this wasn't any different to when it was. Nobody actually knew until I think 2 weeks after, which I suppose is pretty cool, since I really don't like all this ' aww shit man ' crap.
Here are my last words.

To be frank, this was the perfect way to end. This was the only way I would have wanted it to end. Those of you who knew, think about why I leapt back in, instead of ending it then. To you who don't know what that means, to put it somewhat cryptically: I guess I purposely fell on my own sword.

But I'm not Frank, and obviously there was some down period. As per normal. If it wasn't noticed, then I am the better actor today than I was yesterday. In the spirit of saying that, I have changed lanes, left the highway that was always so dangerous to be on and found myself a road to travel on that is much more quiet.

I hope that this journey was as productive for you as it was for me. I hope that you have gained alot more confidence in yourself, as I have. Likewise, I found the extent of my ability to tolerate, persevere, to care and to let go. Where both of us had departments that were of lacklustre quality, I think the overlooking of those was rather well accomplished. I know that, this has been the first of many more, and that the next person will receive you in much better shape than I did.

I think this proper goodbye is rather overdue.

LIKE MY 3-DAY LOAN MATHS BOOK LOL. The library doesn't have late fees right? x_x

INCASE MSN DIDNT SEND.

obert says:
i thought realistic and pessimsitic were the same thing
Robert says:
yeah
Robert says:
well
Robert says:
anyway
Robert says:
im gonna go now ahah
Robert says:
WAS MEANT TO BE OFF 30 MINS AGO

Robz style post

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obsessive_love

Hodgkinson recommends realizing that one who loves obsessively has not fallen in love with a real person, but rather an illusion.
It is estimated that up to 90% of obsessive love is motivated by projection. The obsessed is not falling in love with their target because of any salient properties of the target, but for what that target represents to the obsessed.

In some rare cases, the situation is different. It is true that usually the obsessed is not in love with the person per se but rather with his idea, his mental image of the person, which are two completely different realities usually...

TL;DR: awww shit

FROM THE FRESHMAKER TO MY PHONE TO YOU

Freshmaker
07 July 09, 2:12 PM

Cockhead

Freshmaker

09 July 09, 2:27 PM

Im standing behind you

Freshmaker

10 July 09, 12:53 PM

Whos there cockhead

Freshmaker

10 July 09, 1:31 PM

Balance

Freshmaker

10 July 09, 1:33 PM

Ill knock you

For anyone who isn't aware, the Freshmaker is Lawrence.

"Blog" - from bebo i think

And they approached the Highest Drop.

While talking to Uzma on the bus, I noticed that the weather looked awfully familiar to last year. It brought back an influx of random memories and moods from the distant past. I remember last year, the heavy rain caused Campeltown Mall’s roof to collapse, flooding of parks giving way to the new sport of “Park Surfing”, and the constant smell of damp jumpers.
It does seem that the past seems to catch up to you. For the past 2 weeks I’ve been listening to songs that I had long forgotten about since the first day I got given them. A lot of things tend to be put aside and priority situations take the better grip of us and over time we will forget our intended tasks and words that were never spoken. Forgetfulness is a funny thing, because, we never really forget at all. This time in Geography, Stephen Quoc and I were talking about some random subject and Quoc forgot something ( like a name ) and hes like ” Give me 10 minutes”. Me and Stephen laughed our heads off at Quoc because of it. Turns out, Quoc did remember what he intended to say a few moments later after many ” hmm’s..” and ” Wait!..”. It caused us all to burst out laughing again. Im not sure how he got it, but I tend to give up after the first 10 seconds, yet it comes back to me in the most inappropriate of times.
Our memories are very tricky figments of our brain. It controls our pattern of thought through deductive reasoning such as ” Well last time X happened.. so maybe if i repeat…X will happen again”. Memories are all virtual, virtual being that even if they’re real, there is always the chance of them becoming “distorted” or “demeaned”. Everything in our brains is virtual, having the ability to “erase” or “store” them for whichever purpose you chose to see fit. Turns out, we actually never forget things, we just don’t know what caused us to “remember” in the first place. Thus, it is a “theory” of mine that if we were to find an instrument to shock the Neurons or send signals, we may be able to “see” everything that has happened before our eyes either subconsciously ( we’re asleep and recall through a dream ) or conscious ( we are able to describe it in words clearly and definitively ).
That then makes it an issue of human values. The application of the technology could inflict serious psychological effects and may be used as an weapon or interrogation instrument – all uses of which are and should be considered inhumane. Then comes the choice of remembering.
Are we all that brave to remember? Or are we all too scared of our own experiences.

You’d Be Surprised.

Day 8 - trebor ( nah, no one calls me that )

- Ran non stop this morning to the local shops, since mum ran out of money. I had to deliver more =X.

- La Valse de Amelie
- Trigonometric Integration
- Best lunch I have had in ageeess haha. We bought those really funky ' premium' sausages, and wow.. just sooo juicy ( yeah, i know its also oil ) and made mash with a crunchy asian salad. Typical western kind of meal I guess. <3 it ahah ^^
- found out my phone sucks at recording sounds.. wonder how i actually sound over the phone actually..
- slept a bit..
- wanted to play a prank on my dad. since i have this wireless keyboard ( i thikn i got pictures on this blog.. or maybe bebo LOL ) and its got a touchpad too.. so like, i plug the connector into my dads pc, and i use the touchpad. His mouse will be like having ' a mind of its own ' and its really quite freaky hahah.. since i can also open up media player and email etc.. start typing creepy messages and stuff like that xD. BUT NO, NONE OF THAT HAPPENED. Since he didnt use it when i was ready, and when i wasn't, he was using it x_x. Whatever haha
- looked through all the sorted school stuff and realised i dont have the economics essay question ' OH SHIT. '
- ermm...more piano i guess. I spent alot of time on the piano today.
- yeah..
- the keyboard prank was actually yesterday.. but didnt feeel like anything.
- tomorrow is going to be a crap day.
- i might post some angsty blogs also.

shitcunts

Day 7 - robz

okay so since genvin is dedicated to this blog me too.

"Genvin Gen In says:
sitting here
Genvin Gen In says:
trying to think of something to blog about
Robert says:
couldve blogged about thing about blogging
Robert says:
then that would have led you to ' how i am wasting my time away doing this as i type "
"

and yeah. totally what you do around this time of night =X

merh. today was boring and stupid.
tomorrow will be boring and stupid.
oh woe is me.

tuesday = iceskating.
but it will also end up boring and stupid.

AT LEAST IM NOT BEING CUT DOWN ANYMORE. !@$#

more Dan Mumford

HOOOOLY SHIT!

ITS PATRICKS MUM

griptape

Today is actually what I consider some half-pleasant weather (it's nice, but because of the shadows, the entire day has felt like late afternoon, which bothers me). It'd be a really nice day to go out, but instead I'm stuck at home, typing up my Extension Gothic seminar with blisters on my thumbs, sipping a banana vanilla smoothie and listening to Frenzal Rhomb. Just earlier, I mowed both front and back lawn so I could pay Genny back the $35 I owe her. My parents give me about $30 every time I mow the lawn. Ridiculous? I know.

Also, it doesn't particularly help that I was planning to do a Powerpoint with my seminar, but as it turns out, I don't have it on my computer.

(This happened yesterday too.)

edit: why's my font different? also, i think stephen ripped a hole in his jeans there.