Vickiepedia

This is a screen capture of the weather application on my current hot-in-a-good-way phone.

I'm suing Australia if I die. Oh wait.

I’m pretty sure that weather symbol for Friday means death, especially for people who live in a garage with no air-conditioning like me.

Non-filler entries to follow soon.

Only if that symbol doesn’t mean death.

You know you’re screwed when you have an exam in less than 12 hours, you’re not even halfway through revision and the lecture slides are starting to look like this to you:

This may or may not be a vandalised slide

And instead of doing anything about it, you blog.

Failcakelolsob

I just realised that I’ve been in Australia for over 3 years now. Time sure flies and time for reflection. So, random things I notice #1: words and phrases Aussies (or at least Sydneysiders (or at least young Sydneysiders (or at least those around me))) particularly love to say:

1. I reckon
2. heaps (of?), e.g. thanks heaps, heaps cool
3. mate
4. hey? (used at the end of a statement)

Combining all of the above may or may not sound extremely Australian.

Also, the Middle Eastern people I meet outside Uni are very hostile.
A lot of Caucasians here are also closet and not-so-closet racists.
Australia is also not known for its flies for nothing.

I’m also sweating profusely at the moment but I still can’t help but love this place. What’s up with that?

As a soon-to-be wannabe health professional, I’d like to remind you that even the most elegant of people — yes, even women — need to do this thing with euphemisms or dysphemisms such as dropping the kids off at the pool, checking yesterday’s dinner, testing the plumbing, laying cables, baking brownies, etc. (Thank you, Google and Wikipedia.) But to us soon-to-be wannabe health professionals, we refer to it exclusively as defaecation. You may or may not know that defaecation can be a dangerous event as your blood pressure drops, which can result in hypotension and explains why some people literally die on the toilet. But really, it’s only natural.

… Which also completely explains why I’m now sitting here my face all screwed up because a neighbour may or may not be standing somewhat near my toilet window and if I can hear what they’re doing outside they can hear what’s happening inside, yeah?

Shittttt. (Oh Vickie, a pun. I’m so proud of you.)

Legend has it that if you rub the snout of this wild boar statue named Il Porcellino outside the Sydney Hospital, toss a coin in and make a wish, your wish would come true. Legend also has it that it would still bring you good luck if you rub its snout, regardless of whether you’re donating money to the hospital.

We walked past it the other day.

So, uh… You people do know what a “snout” is, right?