Hot day

Summer is truly in the air today. Berry berry hot. And I had to walk a looonng way to West Melbourne to get some forms signed. Then I had to buy all the stuff mum asked me to get. And now I have to pack.

Let's see... This should be the 12th time I have to completely pack all my stuff and move them all out of my room. That's what happens when you spend 6 years living in a dorm - you have to pack and unpack all your stuff every semester. And I hate packing. I always did and always will. If you check the previous blog I had, I'm pretty sure there's an entry where I complained about having to pack. Maybe it's worth finding a permanent place to stay just so I don't have to suffer packing and unpacking every half a year...

Kebaber's cadaver

Try saying "kebaber's cadaver" fast. It sounds funny.

I don't know how reliable this story is or whether it really happened, but apparently there's a guy somewhere who lost his food catering licence because he was discovered making kebabs next to a dead body (a cadaver). Something to think about next time you have kebab for lunch...

Blo-od

I gave my fifth blood donation yesterday. Hmm where should I start... Everything went well. My blood pressure was 97/62 (normal is 105-135/60-85). A bit low, so I was relieved when they still let me get on with it. "They just want blood" was what my friend said. The chair was really comfy, it was my normal siesta time and I was feeling drowsy and a bit light headed, so when I finished with mine I asked them if I could sit down for a while whilst waiting for my friend to finish hers. Might as well since the chair was extremely comfy. Then we head over to the refreshment area where we had milkshake, and we ended up staying there for a few hours chatting. We came at 3 and left at 6. The whole process of donating blood took less than an hour. Do the math. It was in a way equivalent to hanging out at Starbucks. You get a drink, you sit down and you have a chat. Only this time it's free, you just have to give your blo-od. Not bad!

TheUglyGreenFrog

Yes I know this blog's name is very ugly and unappealing, which is why before I start writing anything else here I should explain how I came up with this name.

The ugly green frog is not, by any means, a reflection of the writer of this blog nor a reference to any living being in the world other than the ugly green frogs themselves. It is not meant as an insult to the frogs, but rather, the writer finds the phrase rather interesting. The image of an ugly green frog is so ugly that it's something that can stick easily to people's mind and remain there for quite a while. So hopefully it will be easy for everyone, frogs and people alike, to remember the address of this blog. Each word also contains the letter G, by the way. Not that it's of any importance.

There is a story behind the ugly green frog. It's a doll I got from a friend which I initially refused to take because of its extreme ugliness, but which I finally succumbed to taking. A doll forcibly given and unwillingly received, that's what it is. And now it's sitting at the edge of my desk, staring into space with its yellow eyes half hidden beneath its ptotic eyelids. Ugly. Only one word to describe it.

Happy day

It's a happy day for me. First, my exam's finally over, so I'm free. Second, I managed to find a ticket home to Jakarta with a reasonably cheap price despite booking last minute (I'm flying off next week and it's high season, I'm lucky I could find a ticket this late!) And third, I got the AMS unit I want - a research on chronic heart failure in Dundee!