Forget About It

First post of the year and it wasn't even by me. I say that calls for some sort of celebration. But really, i'm punishing myself by actually making an effort to blog something. Okay okay, you caught me. I have an assignment due soon and what better way for me to procrastinate than to blog? But you have to give me credit though, all year without procrastinating via blogging! :D Fine, half a year. Psshhtt, semantics.

There's not much to say about this year except that I lucked out and only have two final exams this year. Also that Amanda and I have been seeing each other every week without fail. It's always good times with her. I'm down to three more assignments and one presentation for this semester.

I've been baking quite a bit this year. Every week, in fact. I am a complete baking noob but with the help of google, i have achieved success! I did have a fail on egg tarts, but eventually i revisited it and got it right. *fist pump*

So in QUT, I took this unit call Marketing Planning and Management and basically what we have to do is to come up with a business idea and make it happen at two Market Days, either by sponsorships or investing our own money in it, though the latter is not encouraged. My group's name is Funhouse and basically what we do is we provide entertainment, prizes, products etc. What we had was a Chocolate Wheel where customers pay fake QUTopian money to spin it and get sponsored chocolates from Darrell Lea (chocolate eggs and rocky road chocolate bars). Another game we had was Blackjack Darts, where customers would pay for darts to try and get Blackjack by hitting cards that add up to 21. If they got anything under 21, they could pick between some small prizes/chocolates but if they got 21, they'd get a major prize like wine, tumblers, Ella Bache products. We all worked really hard on it and i was really lucky to get a good group of people who really put a lot of effort into the assignments. I just got word today that we earned $5190 QUTopian dollars, that is. We made a profit of $2440 and achieved our 3 market objectives, which were selling at least 50% of our show bags available, achieving a minimum of 75% of customers giving us a score of above average on our surveys and increasing sales by 15% on the second Market Day. :3 It's been hard work but worth it!

Okay, enough uni talk.

Annnyyywaysss, these are pictures i've taken this year, apart from the one with my Funhouse group mates.

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Good times in kk

Kenneth

Emily & Fay

Lexis

Foo Foo

Jemeh

Vern!

Gar

i don't know why Michelle's face is so smelly. I swear she was in a good mood.

Brisbane things

Chewie :3

Mandy on her birthday :3

My beautiful new toy :3

Charlene: Oh god, there are so many ants.

Me: That's what it takes for tumblr pictures :P

It's not really a tumblr picture, people. It's for Charlene's photography assignment.

I think that's it, really. I can't wait for this semester to just be over so i can see my friends in Melbourne. :3 Take care, everyone!

Lots of love.

Maybe In Another Universe, I Deserve You

MAY. 14, 2012 By GABY DUNN

What if, in another universe, I deserve you?

Hear me out. There’s this philosopher from the 1890s named William James, and he coined this theory about “the multiverse” which suggests that a hypothetical set of multiple universes comprises everything that can possibly exist simultaneously.

Are you following? The entirety of space, time, matter and energy is all happening at once in different timelines: It’s the idea of parallel universes. Right? So okay, let’s presume the multiverse is real.

Well then, maybe somewhere in those infinite universes is one, or several, where I deserve you.

Maybe there’s a universe out there — happening now — where we end up together and when I close my eyes at night, I’m not dreaming the way a normal person would. Instead I’m seeing flashes of our lives in the multiverse. They’re not simple dreams because I miss you, right? They’re scientific, anachronistic visions.

For instance:

In this universe, I don’t want a family, but maybe in another, I’m more of the type to settle down. Maybe there’s a universe where you hold my hand while I give birth to our daughter in a white hospital room with pink flowers and fuzzy teddy bears on the window sill. Where we take family vacations and pose for dorky pictures in our neon bathing suits on the sands of a Florida beach. Where we curl up to watch a cheesy movie at the end of a long day in our big, green, suburban house once the kids have fallen asleep.

Maybe there’s a universe where we are middle-aged and taking our child to college and bickering over where to put her dresser or what posters she should hang up. Where you kiss her on the forehead ‘goodbye’ and we drive home in contented, proud silence, your fingers grazing my knuckles, our wedding rings glistening. Where we both have gray hair and we laugh and smile and hug and drink lemonade on the porch.

Maybe there’s a universe where that’s the life I want. Where I don’t second guess everything and I’m not afraid of commitment and of the future and of love. Maybe there’s a universe without all the noise in my head and the pride that makes me so fiercely independent and the coldness in my heart that I can turn on and off like a security fence.

Maybe there’s a universe where I’m the right person for you. Where I adore every nice thing you did for me without starting to resent you. A universe where you actually end up with someone who appreciates you. Where no one becomes a doormat. Where both of us can shed our baggage and curiosity and issues. A universe where we’re happy — without wondering if that happiness is some messed-up Jenga game ready to topple at the slightest quiver. A universe where we’re comfortable and sure, and we have cats.

Maybe there’s a universe where we fall asleep next to each other every night like spoons, like two innocent bunnies — my face buried in your neck, hugging your warmth — and we both don’t want anything or anybody else. Where we don’t want more, we just want each other.

Maybe there’s a universe where I don’t covet so much all the time and where I’m content and where I don’t wonder about picking up and moving to Japan without saying anything to anyone and where at this very juncture, I can just know I’ll always want to come home and cook dinner with you.

If you think of it all this way, then it’s like neither of us did anything wrong.

You just found me in the wrong universe. That’s all. This is, as they say, the darkest timeline. Everywhere else, nay, “everywhen” else — us in the Civil War, us in Ancient Egypt, us in the swinging ’60s — we are happy.

If this theory holds, well, by the law of averages, there had to be one universe — just this one — where we don’t end up together. Here and now just happens to be it. If you think of it this way, nothing is our fault.

So see, that explains everything. We’re not together anymore because of the multiverse.

Well, isn’t that comforting?

If you’re sad, do like I do and just think of the other ‘verses. The ones where I believe in love and where I don’t hate myself and where I never feel the need to kamikaze relationships. A universe where we can have nice things. It’s helpful, right?

Because you could have loved me forever. And maybe in another universe, I let you. g