The Death of Me!

Yipeeee! I came back from my Immunology exam not only glad that it's over but also .. for the first time in my life I wasn't asked any questions on the lecture slides I paid no attention to. Now all I need is a surprising fail in this subject to make my life a bit colourful!

One down .. three to go .. then here I come Dhaka .. actually, I'm not that excited because it has been pouring there like no tomorrow (as it does every year this time around) and I don't like the rain. I'm not fifteen anymore, hence why raindrops no longer hold any emotion - it's a nuisance. Rain is a nuisance here in Sydney and sure as hell a bigger inconvenience in Dhaka.

I've observed the (group) dynamics there and maybe someday I'll write about Dhaka, like most authors write about New York or Japan or London. Funnily, I haven't come across anyone covering Sydney- either I'm an ignorant or there really hasn't been anything about the city I live in. Anyway, the key to enjoyment is having some great company - which I fail miserably to find at times.

Just last Friday night some friends and I went out to watch Danny Bhoy at the Opera House. This is not my first time watching a comedian do their stand up live, but a definite first venue-wise. It was great, worth the $35 I had to fork out from the very little weekly earning I have (and not to mention he is just so deliciously cute .. white cuteness at its peak and not to mention the Scottish accent). So anyhow, I wish I took the sibling with me .. because for some reason deep inside I have a feeling that it might be a while before she gets to do things like this - so it's more like .. I want to show the sibling a lot of (fun) things before she finds (might not) someone else to take over my role. As a side-note, we are both extremely excited to have the house all to ourselves for two months during December and January next year. (Woo-hoo! Alcohol!)

There are particular places I want to be at some point during my life provided I have money (and the way life is headed right now, the salary I'll get won't even be enough to buy clothes). Unfortunately, that list is only growing larger - the recent addition is 'The Ice Hotel' in Sweden. Problem is, deep down (down, down, even further down) I realise there is no point in making a list- it will never happen. Life is a bitch and a very few people live to do the things they really want to and a very few people get to go where they really want to. Anyway, reality bites hard and I'll vicariously fulfill my wishes through books, movies, other people, the internet etc.etc. like everyone else on this planet.

I'm quite cold and hungry and my back hurts from studying literally all night. So .. yeah ..