our mid exam break








Jason mraz - Please don't tell her


(lyrics are a little different in the live version)


I hear she's kickin ass across the board and rock two hundred thousand higher scorer
Just in time to save the world of being taken over
She's a warrior
I couldn't play again because the game it never end it never even landed on the can
And never let me in to spend my quarter
There's no love for me no more

Say it isn't so
How she easily come, how she easy go
Please don't tell her that I miss her
Because I don't

She was the girl with the broadest shoulders
But she would die before I crawled over them
She is taller than I am
She knew I wouldn't mind the view there
Or the altitude with a mouth full of air
She let me down and doubt came out until the now became later

Say that it isn't so
How she easily come, how she easy go
Please don't tell her that I've been meaning to miss her
Because I don't
Not for her
It's not that I'm mad to forgive
Forget what I said

That I'm crazy like the rest of us
And I'm crazier when I'm next to her, ha

So why after the all of everything that came and went
I care enough to still be singing of the bitter end and broken eras
I told you I don't but
I am only trying to be the best with my intent to cure
The rest is sure to lay me ease the plural hurts of the words of reverse psychology
That's easier said
Easier than done
Please don't dare tell her what I've become
Please don't mention all the attention I have drawn
Please don't bother cause she'll feel guilty when I'm gone

Because I'm crazy like the rest of us
And I'm crazier when I'm next to her
And it's amazing how she's self-assured
And I know she'd hate me if she knew my words
Do I hurt anymore
Do I hurt, well
I don't
I don't
I don't


yay...

so with 3 down already, and going down pretty alright might i add, there are two more, one of which sits on 60% of my total grade although being maths based, doesn't seem to conern me too much, and the other, i reckon i can get by without studying. nonetheless, i'll probably cram hard tonight even though pharmkinetics is on the friday. see how it goes tonight, i might just go as hard as i can.

feeeling pretty good at the moment. am actually back into the study mentality again; those last two exams (pharmacology and physiology) completely wrecked me ay. post monday exam and yesterday was a pretty good time to relax and chill out wif the hangings so it was pretty cool.

two more to go, so i guess being down hill now, i shouldn't start putting on the brakes just as yet. here's something which carried me today. i share a jason mraz song and a few photos from last night. if your still on exams, good luck to you, if your done i hope you start to get ready for my completion cause it's gonna get hectic. see you on the other side; as martin has said.

yes, even though i'm pretty stuffed both physically and mentally, i still have some slight thought of optimism where i hope for shits that tomrorows exam will consist of mostly questions from pde-5, oral contraceptives and glucocorticoids, i know for a fact that there won't be. 12 hours ago, i sat in this same spot. now, although i'm still sitting here, i've crammed by memorisation 2 lectures and a good concentration of caffeine if intravenously ejected, would probably concide with the highest levels i've ever experienced (hell, i can feel the palpitations of my heart increasing as we speak).

by 12 oclock i'm hoping to finish thyroid drugs. with the memorisation of pde-5 lectures, i'll probably try and revise them along with the sars of the ANS and histamine. by maybe around 4, lipids will end. to freaking hell with asthma and COPD, i hopefully (to hope is little of what i am describing) will be able to cope without it. i'm not just pretty stuffed, what i'm in can be described as "stuff" cyclically re-administerred up my backside, that's how stufffed i am. there still is optimism.

Ly has....

only one more day to study for physiology. just woke up, gonna grab a bottle of water and then stay in here all day. wish me luck. let procrastination bring me back here.

7.27, 7.26, 7.25...



so the timer is slowly counting down. it's already at 5 minutes 17 seconds so i've gotta try and get this done pretty quick. it's my little time again where i'm trying to cram as hard as i can and minimise my relaxing time to a real bare mininmum (15 minutes). it's pretty ironic considering i could of had as much relaxing time as i wished if i had studied long before the 2 days until exams but like i said before, stress makes me awesome (well i meant that anyways).

im feeling pretty confident ever since completing my first exam tuesday morning. i felt pretty stupid monday night when all i could think of was just why i had accepted that shift over at the vale (which was a good change of pace though mind you) and having that eventful weekend down the coast could of been good time to study and now, the night before my exam (that i had to pass mind you; had to pass all pieces of assessment to pass the unit) im on my arse, head cocked forward and back hunched over the endless lecture notes i had printed trying to memorise the counselling regime and side affects of vaginal candidiasis and tinia.

dressed in a polo ralph button up dark green shirt, tucked into my slacks, belt buckle seen, pointy shoes shined, i walked in, and then out of the examination room incredibly happy that the exam wasn't as hard as i had put it out to be. i got to council two females whom did have vaginal thrush but i reckon i excelled in that one anyways.

anyways, hopefully my confidence from that exam can pull me past these next few. two more days until my next exam and i'm not toooo overly scared. read all my notes for physiology and hoping to go through them again after this post. i'll start of pharmacology tonight as well and hopefully after smashing those lectures, i'll begin to do questions on physiology. tomorrow night, i'll be able to hopefully have a few hours of sleep and then here we come you little piece of exam shit. i can't wait till the 15th. why can't you come any faster....please don't come any faster,,,,,,

wwwhhhhy?

man, WHY was i stupid enough to accept a shift for the vale tonight? with exams just round the corner (well, it's much more than around the corner), i still can't figure out what made me want to work tonight. i think it may have been the fact that working tonight gives me only 2 or so days to study for my oral exam on tuesday and that that pressure gives me some urgency to study. it's pretty stupid i know, but that's just how it works for me, the stress of being under pressure.

i seriously can't wait till saturday 15; here we come holidays.

till then all i can say is, here we come the infinitable amounts of v, red bull, and any other type of caffeinated beverages/ pills/ powders and the many hours of missed sleep.

to the counselling on tuesday 4, physiology on saturday 8, pharmacology on monday 10, pharmacokinetics on friday 14 and pharmacy practice on saturday 15 ..... fuck you, nah....

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my little update

yeah, it was pretty gay finding out that half my photos from my old posts were all deleted. had uploaded them to my last internet companies system and forgot that when i cancelled, they would delete all my files. it took them a while to realise though, i've been with optus for probably just over 6 months now. ohhh well, tried my best to resurface all my old photos, there are still a few posts with missing photos but ohhh well, we'll just have to take more then won't we.

man, last couple of weeks have been a little hectic. final piece of assessment was handed in thursday which was a pretty good feeling. i had a good two weeks to finish two assignments; pharmacokinetics and pharmacology. both although started early enough to be completed a few days before the due date, had ended up not being touched until the night before. they wanted us to type a condensed formula sheet for pharmacokinetics which could fit on 2 pages. bull is all i can say. my condensed sheets fitted on 4 pages and that's "really condensed as well". ohh well, all i can really do is hope i do alright ay. we had to write about hypertension and hypertensive drugs ACE inhibitors and ARBs which was actually pretty interesting although i didn't enjoy it nearly as much as i would of if i had finished the assignment early.

it does suck how procrastination goes about its way ay. looking for the dreadful journal articles for my essay (mind you, i would be able to bs my whole assignment in the time it would of taken to find a few articles), wiki would lead me to something completely unrelated. can't remember the actual term but i read a whole article on that ringing sound you get in your ears sometimes. you might need to see a doctor if you get persistent ringing.....

so friday was our chill out day. i slept the good few and pretty much bummed untill all the other guys were free. got to sit on the couch and watch the friday night movie harry potter and the philosophers stone which was pretty cool. phuccie called up a half later and i smashed it over to his. we were pretty starving ay. rocked up to tns and ordered ourselves 2 duck burgers and a satay pizza chicken burger. first time ever having the duck burger which was prettty cool. i still haven't been able to eat everything on the menu yet but i reckon i should, just so i can be a better cook.

we smashed it over to sing sing where ricky would be nearing the end of his shift. i actually didn't mention it yet but we had an operation going on; it was actually a project but ricky made operation sound soo much better. operation BS, or OBS as we named it was going just as planned. martin finished as soon as ricky jumped into my car and after picking up martin from the shop we were off. destination OBS was on course and we would laugh and joke of all the stupid things we've done and compared this one to those in the past. the boys also made fun of my seriousness when ricky shared an sms received from myself saying: PBS, 2300 hours. when ricky repied with a "where do you want me to meet you", i replied; just call, we'll find you. geez guys...get into the mooooood!

backing the car up would have been the funniest thing ever with ricky the crazy dude hauling the thing as if it were a freaking dog. after a sesh of laughter we were all focused on the job at hand. each person had their particular role and a few of us swapped over for another to recover. with the car sitting a good 10 centimetres lower, we laughed and giggled like little girls all the way back home. unloading our gold and after fighing over how the final product would look we did a 2 hour of ipm and it was time to go.

after returning to ipm to grab rickys forgotten wallet, and a half over at kp with a kfc feed it was time to drop the boys home. martin and i got to about halfway to indro and out comes a crazy ass trinidad (i think) man running chasing another male whom had scaled the nearby fence. after a bit of hesitation, martin reversed and we both jumped out. the next thing i remember was being on the phone to police and then on top of the male restraining him to the ground in a figure 4. i applaud martin and the other bloke who got him down onto the ground, he definately wasn't a little boy.

having police attend the scene and after realising that we definately had enough for the night, we smashed it to indro where all we could talk of was how ghetto everything was. we named ourselves the ghetto police.........

i had 2 hours sleep and then went to work. i sit here now, after work, bored. i'm going to sleep. thankyou.


don't you hate it when old traditions meet you in some way? i mean, as far as vietnamese culture and tradition goes, i'm actually pretty old fashioned; well, with the house filled with the smoky aroma of incense and having the pup have rice for dinner, i reckon i'm pretty close.

but that's not what i'm really complaining about. it's not much of a complaint though either but more or less an expression of embarrasment; the one where your like "please mum...don't". tonight, it involved co, khai and the new lady whom only started working with us. i'm still not sure whether or not it's the age gap or because their vietnamese but i reckon the vietnamese part does influence it alot. i remember the first time i met co and khai and a matter of fact, any older vietnamese, where the conversation would go by the jist of...

1. How old are you?
2. Do you go to uni and what do you study?
3. Do you have a girlfriend?

it's like instinct for them. having the new lady (yes i am still to remember her name) ask the above pretty much like a checklist in her mind and co and khai spontaneously and simultaneously asking if she had a daughter, i never knew that when she said she did and that she would introduce me, she was actually serious.

only after the new lady turned to me and asked 'what do you think of her' did i realise that her daughter was standing within the doorway of the backdoor. as embarassing as it was, i peered through the stack of dishes which stood between us and pronouced a croaky hey with a slight head nodd. we all knew how awkward it was but it didn't seem to faze anyone else but us (me and her). co and khai began to find things to say about me, talking me up in ways which made me want to throw a paper bag over my head and pretend i wasn't there (if the ice-cream freezer were big enough, you would of seen me in there).

as fast as i wished to get out of there, it couldn't of happened any slower. after closing the shop, i was met with another spell of embarassment which was followed by cries of laughter from co and khai. even though there will never be anything that could spark from the meeting (having known that from the start), and that the word embarassing is something that can only describe a tiny percentage of how i felt, it's still pretty cool how old traditions still continue till this day.

as much as i say to mum that we're living in a modern society, i still dream of the day where i'm crippled, barely walking, with wrinkles painting my face and a back as arched as a sting ray does to a fishing rod, say to a fellow friend; "this is my son", and receive a reply in a croaky voice "here is my daughter"...

on the holidays pt 2

we shared a little convo at sunny maccas with ross and eddy and molo whom we had met up with. after the whole discussion of what we'ld do or where we'ld go, we decided to try our luck yet again, in the hole, the brissie hole, the one where no-one can deny the fact that there is absolutely nothing other than the hideous catty which can be caught there. we went anyway.

so we sat waiting (molo and i), for the inevitable reel in of an untouched sea soaked piece of bait where we would peel off afterwards and decide to end the night. it came at 3 in the morning.

we all got home. they slept till mid-day and i slept to fill in the time before i had to start work; to begin my first morning shift at the restaurant

it was a saturday morning, i drove through saturday morning traffic, and breathed in the saturday morning air; it sucked (only because i had a little more than 4 that morning). it was actually pretty cool though. co and di van helped teach me cook the breakfast menu. all i can say is that give me a month or so and maccas might have to improve their menus to compete with me.....

on the holidays pt 1

with my wallet half open in front of me, and my brand new spanking license (that's right, opens) visible, i can still remember the feeling i had not even a week ago when i saw those red and blue lights reflecting in my rear view mirror.

we started the weekend early, down the coast after promising to take phuccie and janice for a fish. after picking up phuccie, and later janice, and having a stop by at the old bottle-o (bloody phuccie and his beers), we spent a good few down the coast. having most of the fishing time occupied with eatting whitting and chips and taking shadow photos and sharing the random conversations we usually do, we decided to do a runner after only, from what i remember, a half of fishing (barely much for even the line to get wet). we were to meet up with a few others back in brissie, and upon smashing it home, i got smashed with a 150 dollar fine when i exceeded the speed limit of 110 by 13.

in the instance i saw the dull reflection of the police car stickers while it sits sneakingly within the emergency u-turn behind a shrub of bushes, my sense of hope being that i had slowed down in time was crushed when the lights of justice and sound of terrible were observed and heard. indeed, the sense of terror was not as much as felt until when the officer asked for an alcohol breath test. i literally shat myself (only way to describe it) after knowingly having a few beforehand. blowing the triple got me happy enough to even take the fine and 3 points as something awesome.






man your soo.....

GHETTO

with most of the crew inside now, we sat, pretty exhausted, resting in the lounge room watching from what i remember, pirated episodes of my wife and kids. after a good few of them, it was time to get ready for bondys' (we had all decided to take him out to dins for his b'day). upon calling him though, it was discovered that he had an assignment due the next day and that he would only be able to come chill for a few hours. all was good though, we decided to just go to little hong kong or something similar for a small feed and have everyone home early for once.


we picked bondy up and after driving around for a good half or so, there we sat in sunnypark, in our cars, deciding where the best place would be to eat. it was pretty apparent that most of us didn't want to go near market square (the amount of times we've eatten there has put a permanant curse on all of us) but where else? i can't really remember how we came upon the decision to have korean bbq, maybe it were that most of us hadn't eatten it before but nonetheless, that's where we headed next. with janice and i heading to pinelands and phuccie instinctively heading to the korean bbq located next to ipm, we turned around. (wouldn't it of been easier to get phuccie to come to us, rather than have 2 cars go to him...feel special phuccie).

the brightly lit restaurant attracted us like a moth to a lamp. seated and after a long discussion, we ordered 7 dishes of marinated chicken, pork ribs, beef and egg omelettes. waiting for the gas lit grills to be hot enough to cook on, we smashed down 2 shots of sake (similar, can't remember the name) after which we (martin and molo) resembled much like red ripe tomatoes. phuccie was devasted not being able to have one with the b'day boy (drink drive man, it's fun; not really) but he still tried to smash down as much food as possible, we all did, we developed alcoholic munchies. the last plate of meat was pretty much licked clean so martin and i, pretty tipsy now, over confidently decided on another 3 more plates. i guess that's what alcohol does to you, you feel like a massive dude.

massive was definately not how we felt after the feed, well, in a sense of personal identification anyway (our bellys were pretty massive though). crying like little girls, we moaned of how bloated and stuffed we were from the feed. unable to walk, we layed down in the car closest (my car was closest to me) and were driven (bindi drove) to ms were janice and a few bought desert. chillin for a few, we decided to call it a night. having bondy still wanting to chill though, we headed over to my place for a long 5 hour deep one where we talked about things ranging from the good old days primary school days comparing lunch boxes with each other to where i diagnosed everyones sickness being either a cold or flu and giving treatments accordingly.




i drove bondy and molo home, half asleep. it was an awesome night.



after picking up molo, we headed to garbo to find a gift for janice (yes, it's been that long since i last started this post). after playing with practically every single toy possible over at national geographic and toyworld, we finally decided to actually look for something. having the polaroid and album gift blow over (apparantly the importers can't get them in anymore), it once again, became really hard to find janice something (it's like this every year). after hitting up every shop possible, the little one suggested we get her a guess bag from the city david jones as janice seemed to really like it when they were out once. having a look at one which looked similar over at the garbo dj, we decided that it would be a more awesome gift if we also filled it with lollies from the confectionary factory; that was my idea.

with that over and done with, the four of us, with some kind of obsession for kites at this point (probably because we saw them over at toyworld) decided to go find some. buying 2 dora and 2 spiderman kites, we formed team dora (which consisted of molo and i) and team spiderman (which consisted of them). we bought a mini guitar as well, which broke in the car when molo and i tried to tune the thing; it's still awesome by the way, it's wrapped in sticky tap and sits next to the fish tank.

bindi smashed it over to indro ada st for us to buy some protein for bondy as it was his b'day as well (man, septembers an expensive month ay). unfortunately for us, it was closed (who blloooody closes on sundays these days!) so we smashed it back home, excited to fly our new kites.

so lets just recap. up until this point, which was about 4 in the afternoon, instead of finding something for janice and bondy, we ended up running around for 6 hours doing absolutely nothing productive. man, how time can just fly like that....

ohh well. so we got home and in the instance the car turned off and the garage door closed, everyone had dispersed around the paddock with their corresponding kites. while phuccie and molo had no trouble getting their kites up high, it was a completely different story for bindi where her kite flapped relentlessly just above the mutated paddock grass. slow and steady though, all our kites began to rise and within no time, there was at one point where all 4 of our kites were in the air. i'm not quite sure what caused it, whether it be the sound we made where screams, yells and laughter were expressed when kites started to dip, or tangle with others, or be it the view of the cool, calm, flight of kites in the air, people from all directions could be seen observing. people from houses in front of us came out to watch, as well as people in cars, which stopped and slowed down adjacent to the paddock.

we called it battling, where we crossed our kites to try and destroy the opposing team. having eliminated phuccie by skillfully pulling his kite low enough to make use of the air threshold, it dipped hard and landed, twisted and wrapped around our neighbours tree. from the window where i sit to write this, i can peer out and still see its wings, flapping. having janice and martin pop around, we dodged planes with our one and only kite, which was mind you, 4 times longer than our normal ones (we connected 4 of our kite strings together). i decided to not get electrocuted by the big dark storm clouds which slowly hovered over us and legged it inside; everyone followed.




something...

Mrs Brown by ~Krolewnasimieszka
http://krolewnasmieszka.deviantart.com/art/Mrs-Brown-98473176

i'm like the moth, a prey for birds, but your the bark which camoflauges' me...

i'm like the kite which flaps hesitantly during my beginning, but your the wind which carries me high...

i'm like the heatwave on a hot summers day, but your the icy cold drink of softy...

i'm like storm clouds which drape the skies in black, but your the sunshine which peaks through them...

i'm like gin, and your my tonic...



a juicy chicken breat, marinated in an onion, two cloves of garlic, olive oil, white wine, a smiggen of soy sauce, a splash of fish sauce, ground pepper and chopped coriander is wrapped in a honey drizzled, oiled garlic and onion paste, olive oil, coriander and pepper lined puff pastry; baked with marinated potatoes on top of a layer of thinly sliced onions and cloves of garlic.

= awesomely edible





starting the day with a long relieving rest after my last shift over at the alex, while watching band of brothers and eatting two boxes of 7/11 sandwiches and smashing 2 cartons of milk tea, i fell alseep. 5 hours later, phuccie woke me up as he came through the front door. we were supposed to go shopping today, early, real early but phuccie, being the awesome bloke he was, (cough), decided to wait it out till i got a little bit more of a sleep. (im suprisingly pretty functional even with the little sleep i get)........


''one who has no dreams has nothing''

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