Sounds deadly

A conversation between Yoni (Y) and Jared (J).

It's always lovely when a food item and the word 'constipation' appears in the same sentence.

Lecture time!

Michael's note-taking is hilarious!

Now even I'm curious to find out what:
a) the lecturer kept mentioning
b) what BLAH BLAH is
c) -itives?

Hmm...

Rain, rain go away

Decided to check out the grocery store Nabil mentioned on Friday. It's great that most of the fruit, meat, and vegetables were cheaper than in Woolies/Coles, but getting rained on on the way home (uphill too!) wasn't. And now I need to venture out again in search of cereal... I'll bring an umbrella this time.

Saturday

Woke at at 3:30am to the sound of screaming, cursing, stomping, door slamming, knocking, and crying, as once again, Alex locked Stine out. They're both very nice people, so I find it really strange how minor issues can cause such big explosions in both their personalities. This time, I just texted Yoni to make sure Stine was alright - all the shouting was scaring me...

Feeling artistic (or maybe just inspired by Young), I decided to take a morning stroll, and stumbled upon many treasures - not just amazing people, and pretty scenery, but also garage sales! I managed to pick up a cute picture with a wooden frame for $2 =). The ladies there were really nice as well! I'm such a sucker for excellent customer service. Such as the girl that works in the Vietnamese restaurant we went to for dinner last night. I am so going back!

Front door to our home.


The lolly store! Drool Russell, drool.


Now I stare at mailboxes thanks to Young...


Closest I will probably ever get to creating that background blurriness that DSLR cameras can do so well!


Down the road...

Hmm.. I smell something burning! And I'm quite certain it's not my heater...

What the...

Apparently, some crazy dude ran through our house, banging on all the doors and screaming for Myriam at 8:30 in the morning. I only found out when Jared texted me reminding us to lock the external doors and windows...

Pick-up Lines

A three hour lecture on the code of conduct is BORING. But funny pick-up lines aren't.

#1 (from Josh)

Boy: Do you want a raisin?

Girl: No

Boy: Then how about a date?

#2 (from Michael's phone)

Boy: Can I follow you home?

Girl: Why?

Boy: Because my parents always told me to follow my dreams.

#3 (also from Michael's phone)

Boy: You've got nice legs. What time do they open?

Chestnuts for horses

Michael and I took the long route home today - walking through a historical part of town which had lolly stores and ice-cream parlours. The reason for the detour was because Michael wanted to buy fresh salmon from Tassal, but the sales assistant told us that the salmon would be more fresh tomorrow morning (also Tuesday and Thursday mornings). We stumbled into a park which seemed to be littered with chestnuts, but was informed by an elderly man who was stuffing his pockets that they were actually horse chestnuts. Hmm...

I just realised that I write more about what happens OUTSIDE of the apartment than in it. Maybe I should rename this blog?

Ouch...

Went ice-skating yesterday with a few friends - mostly to celebrate the conclusion of our hectic week. I'm now sporting two erythematous wounds on both my knees to show for the excursion. To top it off, Frank came to help me up, only to end up twisting me around - making me fall AGAIN, but this time, landing on my gluteus maximus so that my shorts were soaked.

You really know you're in a hole of a city when the only ice-rink close to the city is the size of a basketball court. Not that it detracts from the fun of seeing your friends fall down doing stupid stunts (like jumping for the basketball hoops...).

Despite all my battle wounds which were proudly on display, Jared, Yoni, and Joey insisted I have Kahlua in the evening. Just on a side-note, the especial version is HORRIBLE. Later, Jared tried to convince me - numerous times, to go clubbing with him and his friends in the city. I felt like my legs were about to fall off.

Happy St Patrick's Day

My flatmates are SUCH a bad influence! Yoni spent roughly 10 minutes trying to convince me to go to the Irish pub in the city with him, Myriam and Alex (2). WHEN WE HAVE AN 8AM LECTURE TOMORROW. Even the guy next door was convincing me to go... At least I know Russell would be proud that I thwarted their plans on getting me drunk on a Thursday night.

I'll just wear my green pyjamas instead.

Let the craziness begin

Having a meddie flatmate who drives around on his motorbike is awesome. It means that I don't have to carry library books home ^^. And he forces me to study too - usually by whining (I am so glad he doesn't read this, or else I'll soon be listed on the missing persons list).

Joey made tuna and onion omelettes for dinner (although he denies that they're omelettes - apparently, they're called "circular egg things" in Korean...?!), and made me one too! I've never had tuna with egg before, so it was certainly peculiar yet fascinating. The great part about living with flatmates from around the world is that I'm experiencing a patchwork of cultures, all at once! Now, if only Yoni would stop telling me to 'Hurry up' in Hebrew...

On the subject of food, Avant provided lunch for us all today! Most likely to round up stray uninsured medical students, so they can attack us with policies when we graduate. In the meantime, I'll just sit back and enjoy the free food and retractable card holders.

This week will probably end up being my most jam-packed week to date. I have nearly 30 contact hours, a formative examination tomorrow, and a reflective essay and CBL presentation on Friday. To top it all off, I've run out of milk in the fridge...

Sunday Night

Joey made korean pancakes and curry for dinner. I didn't know korean pancakes were so nice! Yoni is in the kitchen washing up (like the maid that he is), but he's forcing me to watch Braveheart after I finish writing my reflective essay on what health means to me. Fun times.

Alex and Stine are having "talks" - good, bad? I have no clue.

We fight, we fight

Woke up at 7:30am to shouting, screaming, stomping, and door slamming in the hallway.

It was cold, so I stayed in bed.

Later, I discover Stine on the living room couch in a sleeping bag. Why? Because Alex (1) and Stine (a couple here on a working holiday; they live upstairs) have broken up - over something as minor as dreadlocks.

It all started a few days ago when Alex got it in his head that he wanted dreads, and asked Stine to ask him separate the back portions as he couldn't reach them himself. Him, being a real man, soon developed sore arms, which resulted in Stine sectioning all his hair until 1 in the morning. Which, according to Alex, "really didn't help that much".

Last night, when she arrived home from work, she discovered that he had locked the door to their room - which lead to a whole cascade of arguments stemming back for weeks.

It's times like this when I feel like such a child compared to my flatmates. Everyone in this household is under 25, but today, I really noticed the difference. Stine was able to confide in Yoni, whilst Alex seeked Myriam for support, and all I did was ask Stine if she needed any help finding her mobile.

Study, study, pretty macbook

Just finished a study session on proteins and carbohydrates with Yoni. Who knew these things could get so complicated? We spent roughly 4 hours on the two lectures because we kept getting distracted - me by the stress balls that Jared gave us, and Yoni by the "sexiness of the macbook". Luckily, some tea and scotch fingers set us on the right path again.

During the day, Michael had an urge to perform DR ABCD on a woman who had collapsed just a metre in from the hospital entrance, but was already surrounded by a number of people. Seeing as she was already in the recovery position (and that she was in a hospital), we concluded that our skills as medical students were inferior to those of the doctors in the hospital - so it's best to let them handle it. I hope she's alright now.

Also, whilst studying in the library today, Young successfully distracted me, with this image:

http://www.saynotocrack.com/index.php/2007/05/03/inflatable-missile-balloons/

Coming soon...

Karin and Myriam are going to Melbourne for the long weekend, so I'll be living alone downstairs for a few days. Karin will then travel to New Zealand to meet up with her fiance before returning home to Austria.

Upstairs, Jared (the guy who is subletting the apartments to us) is setting up another room here the first living area use to be. So we'll have another flatmate soon! We've already seen a few potential renters inspect the property, so obviously, the rental market is still hot in this part of town.

She's taking away our proteins!

We learnt today that approximately 16% of our body's proteins are in the blood. And that was what came to mind when the occupational therapy nurse took my blood. Simone on the other hand, wanted to be as distracted as possible, so I thought mentioning that to her wasn't a great idea.