I need to blog more often...
But I also need to do a dozen other things too.. like go to the grocery to buy food, study, ring people, sleep..
Who would have thought that this medicine business would be such hard work?

Anyway, yesterday, a group at uni decided to organise a "mystery bus trip". So called, because the destinations weren't revealed to us at all, and the predominant mode of transport was on a bus. Hmm.. logical..
Anyway, we saw an albino kangaroo. Reminded me of being 6 years old again. Ahh the days.. *sinks into blissful reminiscence*

That Night

Yesterday night began with a frenzied trip to the op shop, and finished with a trip to Macca's at 0200. The dining area wasn't open, so we went through the drive through.

A kid- Ryan - 14years old, took our order and was quite tolerant of the drunken orders being shouted at him by my friends. Grace wanted a toy, but sadly, he wouldn't budge, which caused cries of disjuncture and almost incited a riot in the back seat. "That Ryan, so tight.. give us a toy man!"*

Our food was given to us by a chick - Jenelle - an 18 year old who looked quite young (to my defense). Before I knew her age, I stuck my head out the window of the car and asked her if she was going out with Ryan. She twisted her face with disgust and cried, "I'm 18! And ryan's, like, 12!" With that, she turned her back and shook her head some more.

Opps.

There went our chances for that Macca's toy.

*Just a toned down sample of the comments thrown around in the car. These comments and similar went on for several minutes, in the manner of drunken speech. Accompanied with much laughter from the 'not-so-drunk' of course.

What is?

What is the Crazy Horse?
Perhaps it'll be a bit clearer if I spell it like:
Crazy Whores.
Ok. It's a strip joint.
Am I the only one who doen't really see what the whole fuss is about? It's hedonistic. It's narcissistic. It's well... what old fusty guys who earn too much money and have no social lives what-so-ever (or footballers) go to see.

What is Pulsus Paradoxus?
Nope. I can't make it more clearer than that.
Spelling or none.
It's when there is a decrease in systolic blood pressure when you breathe in.
But don't worry.
It's normal (If it's a less than 10 mm Hg difference).
If it's greater than 10?
You're screwed.
Nah, it just means you've probably got either constrictive pericarditis, or tamponade, or Chronic Obstructive airways disease.
Which leads to heart failure.
Which means you're screwed. (I was lying before)

What is Stupidity?
When you lock the car door and completely forget about the fact that the keys to the car are still in the ignition.
That is:
Moi.

Love the world we're in.

For Jono =)

My heart rate is 81bpm. Those who have the slightest clue will catch on that 81bpm is NOT something to be proud of- it basically means that i'm unhealthy and dun do any exercise such that I have any muscle strength at all. I told my housemates, and they're making me their next convert to the gym. Please, If i ever fork out the money to enter a sweaty, rank, mouldy gym, someone kill me. Thanks! I'd rather die of some cardiovascular disease like heart failure.. (only joking... but just..)

Made my first receipe from Laura's vegetarian cookbook. After initial doubts, it turned out alright- Perhaps next time I should choose a receipe that didn't involve tomatos. (I HATE tomatos, and the receipe was garnished with raw, floury, sour, tomatos... yich..) But other than the tomatoes, it was really tasty.

I came home today and thought that I needed a change, so I decided to take myself literally, and take a shower.. only to find out that our shower door had been replaced by a shower curtain that didn't quite make it to the shower gutter.. Hence, when I was in the shower, water gushed everywhere on the floor.. It reminded me of the Italian and French showers. European designers... they're awesome!

Just because...

Lacking motivation.
Slightly paranoid that I'm losing my mind- because I have no outlet and no car..
For once in my life, I'm looking forward to summer just because i'll be able to go to the beach.. I'll probably miss getting to wear coats and beanies and jackets tho..
Can you be infatuated with some you're not sure if you like? Like really infatuated? My problem is that i'm too quiet and too easily influenced by others.. and too lost for words.
Am obsessed with Studio Ghibli and Miyazaki.
Wish I knew how to judge people's character.. be more empathetic, and know what people are thinking and feeling. Wish i was more of a people's person. Hate the fact that I've got a quiet voice which gets quieter when i'm nervous. I like the fact that i'm sarcastic- but that often backfires.. =p
I like random things..Like when people smile for no particular reason, when people walking by are lost in though and start smiling or laughing for no disternable reason..
There's a dead magpie carcass I pass every morning i walk to school. It's been there forever. I wonder if one day it'll be cleaned up or if it'll lie there in the sidewalk scrub until it decomposes?
Ebay is evil and addictive and I should quit buying things if I know what's best for me!
Is it bad of me to admit I like the feel of lungs? They're all squishy and airated and light- like mousse.. but not really.. Sometimes I think I'm a bit strange..
Want to paint like I used to paint. But have kinda lost "the touch". "The touch" is just the confidence that you could create something that you image in your mind. (at least.. that's what happened to me. I had this great confidence that I could reproduce something that I saw so vividly in my mind. And it would appear on the piece of canvas/paper in front of me.) They say u need skills, but it's just the belief that you can do something.

Perhaps I should get to bed.. yes, I should, before I get keyboardface.

I'd like to take credit for this photo... but no, it was taken by Anne the german- a 4th year med student who was brave enough to trek to Australia to complete a medical elective in a foreign country which doesn't even speak her own native language.

Well... uni has been back for all of days now, and i'm not of to a good start. I woke up late today, at 12:15 in fact! Lectures started at 12- so there goes congenital heart defects.. To add to that, I'm missing the fact that i cant just get up and call a friend to catch up. I guess i got too used to the social situation in Sydney. Grah!
Can't wait till next holidays already. It's a curse!

Saw Shrek2 with Ashesh, and it was GREAT! I think the trick is to go into it with no expectations what so ever.. that way, when jokes get fired from one gingerbread man to the next, you'll be in hysterics. Seriously, the best charater was Mongo the giant gingerbread man. Favourite quote: We're up Chocolate creek without a popsicle stick.