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This was found on the package of seaweed that I recently purchased in Korea. Ah, Englishee, how I miss thee.
Anyway, things have kind of petered out since Rainbow Beach. Went right back into studies, as per usual. On Friday, after school I hung around, read and did some shit. I then went to a party that I didn't want to go to. See, in previous entries, I've applauded med parties for housing such a surprising amount of interesting, intelligent people. The people haven't changed but my surprise has diminished proportionally to my annoyance with the parties. They're every weekend and people just get fuckin' loose (that' Aus for 'trashed') and I can't be bothered. Anyway, I only went to the one on Friday since it was close enough that I could hear it from my room and a couple people from my group were there. I showed up relatively late and was greeted with a girl sliding down the stairs who, when I helped her up, had a stupid grin on her face. I mingled and hung out for a while and was finally put off after this situation (with whom I'm pretty sure wasn't a med student but a random):
A guy falls down, straight on his back. I help him up and he's leaning against the wall, unable to support his own wait or stand up straight. I go and get him a glass of water and return, offering it to him.
"You know what that insult is to me?" he interrogatively slurs at me.
"No, mate, it's not an insult. Just drink it and you will feel better," I heroically reply.
"If you don't stop, you're going to regret this...for your sake and mine," he smarmily rejoins.
"Alright, whatever dude, I'm just doing to leave this water right here," placing the cup on the stairs, "and you can drink it if you want," I offer.
Jeez, what a dick. It was like being back on Langdon St.
Saturday I did my normal market run. I was in the mode to buy a lot of shit, including some potted herbs for my housemate's birthday, and, fortuitously, I found a milk-crate along the way, and jimmy-rigged it to my rack, using only 1 bungee cord. I was so pleased with its performance that I'm pretty sure I will use it for the rest of my market runs. After the market and its automatic-subsequent lunch, I went to school to study for a couple hours. I came back early though for the b-day celebration. My housemate invited a couple peeps over and they had prepared an awesome cheese&wine&crackers&veggies&dips spread and a great chocolate cake. The next 5 or so hours were spent chilling on our porch, eating a shitload and chatting.
Sunday I dicked around all morning, then went to school to study and then did my swim. In the evening I watched Hot Fuzz, which was nice. Done.
Jesus, I didn't know that!1
Sorry, I've been a bit behind in this category. Recent learnings have been pretty dry stuff about cystic fibrosis, asthma, and respiration.
If you are ever having an asthma attack and have absolutely no access to a reliever or hospital care, then you can possibly help yourself by drinking a really strong coffee or eating a lot of dark chocolate, as these things contain xanthine - a β2-adrenoreceptor-agonist and functions similarly, though much poorer-ly, to salbutimol and other asthma drugs.