The night of Platters

I often feel robbed when daylight saving kicks in, and therefore resort to blasting 60s music into my ears for consolation. Not that they are in any way relevant to each other. Plus the fact that the NT government owes me 2x long weekend public holidays therefore I am extra bitter..like when you add extra baking powder.

When I first got to Darwin we had a cultural session with one of the aboriginal educators, during the session he taught us how to recognise plants and some bush medicine practices (I can totally survive in the bush now thank you very much.. as long as I bring my GHD and iphone) Especially when he showed us the weapons used for hunting and that when I decided that I really want to spear a dugong from the end of a speed boat in slow motion like this:



I accept other forms of spearing, such as conversation prior with fellow colleague

S:"We were driving along this dirt track and this huge emu was just running along next to us."
Me:"OMG! I could've speared it from the roof of the four wheel drive!"
S:"LOL. Psycho."

I mean, that's how the locals do it, I wanna be cool too and drag home a bunch of feed and impress the ladies.

Apart from my new found aspiration, I also discovered new talent of baking 200x Greek cookies in 5Hrs from scratch. Oh and I finally paid some attention to my face and shaped my brows for the first time in like a whole year. They no longer look like a patch of rectangular hair growth. Hurrah.

Cranky journalist asked me the meaning of life today.
I answered her 42 like a good geek should and she appreciated it.

What exactly is the meaning of life to the individual?

This is probably a harder topic than the peanut butter subject.
Aspirations, ambitions, accomplishments, attachments, acts of kindness. What are they to you?

I leave a lingering thought while The Platters romance me on a Sunday night.

I want to do my portfolio but I dont....

The desire to blog is directly linked to the amount of stress starting to build from the coming exams. Also that I would much rather write about peanut butter and syphilitic eyeballs than reflect on family communication and multidisciplinary team care for the elderly. *roll eyes.

Peanut butter:
Peanut butter, a food paste made from dry roasted peanuts. Mainly used for a sandwich spread and the trigger for a deep and meaningful conversation with you significant half. You can use it as an open ended question such as

"So! What do you think about peanut butter sandwiches?"

or you can use it as a joke such as

"If you strap a slice of peanut butter toast to the back of a cat and chuck it out the window, which one will land face up?"

Or you can start it as a fun fact! such as:

"Did you know that Arachibutyrophobia (say it 10x fast!) is the fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of your mouth?"

Then cross your fingers and hope he says these exact words: Look, I think...

Tada!- Good old peanut butter, catalyzing your soul to soul communication yet again.

Syphilitic eye ball
Also known as Argyll-robertson pupil medically. The convenient prostitute's eyeball as it accommodates but does not react.


The relationship between peanut butter and syphilitic eyeballs has to be explored with an open mind and understanding that many of my principles in life are directed by a series of analogies.

Should we accommodate when all we get is a 5 word answer to our peanut butter question, when we are expecting or rather, wanting an opinion starting with "look, I think". -or-
Should we react and keep searching for the one who gives his 2cents about peanut butter?

Cranky journalist and I are both conducting our individual social experiments with the peanut butter and syphilitic eyeball theory. However in the meantime, I continue to procrastinate and blog about my exciting time in Darwin.


Darwin is kinda awesome, 4 weeks I've been here, placed in a community right in the middle of the city. 2 more weeks, and I'll be back in Canberra freaking out about exams and showing the psychiatric patients the correct way to behave like a lunatic. So Darwin.... is hot......and humid.... and....(insert fun stuff)*


I really cannot think of anything that's fun except for fishing.

On the other hand, I am totally amused by the track Barbara Streisand by Duck Sauce. It cracks me up every time and I must dance to it.

Till next time.

Dont you know who I am?!

So I went out on Sunday night with some friends and here's what happened.

Random guy comes up and asks how my night's been. Awesome I replied. He then proceeds to tell me his mum's recent diagnose of cancer.

I was like. WTF. Takes interest immediately like a keen intelligent medical student who pretends to know everything about cancer.

In the middle of my metastases talk and radiotherapy he blurts out "So are you going home with me?"

seriously. What?

He then proceeds to yell "DONT YOU KNOW WHO I AM? EVERYONE KNOWS ME HERE!"


Gotta love a guy who uses their dying mum to try and pick you up.

I much rather have that pick up line:

What? Another Underwear incident?

Ok. So it's been clarified that talking to the microwave does not make you a crazy person. Unless the microwave starts talking back. Then you're probably at risk of being schizophrenic.

My microwave never talks back hence therefore by logic I am sane.

Just need to put it out there. *Ahem

Did you know that a male fox mates for life? And if the female dies he stays single until death. I have decided that I will marry a fox. Again, do not question my sanity.

So I have finally decided: rather than cleaning my house and putting things away I much rather procrastinate by blogging. Now this not cleaning business is making me extremely nervous because I have pest men coming tomorrow and they're going to think a bunch of suitcases rocked up and regurgitated all over my place.

Back to blogging yes. Holidays! Woo! This is going to be a long post.
The whole of December and January consists of:

- Half way dinner yay! I'm like half a real doctor! *squeal*
- A baby shower, lots of good food and cluedo
- Dinner on a suitcase followed by heading out to party and realise I have 0 social skills left, went home and woke up with the biggest hangover
- Return trip from sydney to canberra in 12 hours followed by high adrenaline speeding to the airport
- 92187371298371928 x orange cakes (Premantunga, 2009) 1x giant mango-misu 9x blueberry and white chocolate scones
- A trip to Bateman's bay, Singapore, Beijing, New Zealand
- 1x movie for the last 6months and it was awesome
- 1x catch up with old uni friends at 1x awesome indian restaurant
- And of cause my UNDERWEAR incident

Here are some photos because I have no idea where to start ^_^




This is when we're all still sober. Things kinda went downhill after.









Lots of good food and of cause the bottle of champagne. Pre-requisite.



My awesome Christmas present. If you know me well you know I go crazy for Shaun the sheep. He shares my bed now. *blush*




The infamous suitcase, that also works as a dinning table.









Before I left Australia I spent a couple of days in Sydney with my best girl. We have decided to re-live the old days where we'll go out to a korean resturant [insert either "seoul-ria" or "Arisun"] get smushed on soju and go out partying. All visualized perfectly in my head until I get to Argyle and when men came up to me all I can manage to blurt out is "Hi! ......" followed by awkward silence, followed by the desire to tell him about this SCID case I watched on TV and watch him slowly back away from me thinking I've lived under a box for the last 23 years.

I then nursed my hangover the next day with moans and groans, berroca, lots of chocolate, instant noodles and a japanese gore film called machine girl who installs a machine gun on her arm. Yes. This is sounding pretty ridculous, check it out yourselves: [I cant believe they have a wiki page on that]

In the meantime, Mountain dude calls me in the middle of the night telling me he has brought the wrong passport and needs a trip back to Canberra in 12 hours. I now rightfully and legally owns his left kidney.

Singpaore, China and New Zealand. I will have to write in a separate post. Because I am the laziest blogger ever. on earth. yes i'm not even using CAPS anymore. Laters.