It don't matter if you're black or white - MJ

Memories of inter-hall 5-a-side soccer......

The Roberts Hall first team.......in slightly finer garb than the shorts and jerseys we normally find ourselves in.....



Not for the first time that night i was the black man in white among a group of white men in black......

p.s....well...in this case i wouldnt exactly say white but oh well.....

Meddies Unite....

For long med students have been told how incestous they are as a faculty. We have been accused of mixing and mingling among our own kind and as an extension to that breeding within the faculty is a seemingly inevitable eventuality.

And this was no more apprent than by the choice of table at the Ball.

See our seats weren't fixed so it was sort of a get-there-and-grab kinna seating plan......and for some very strange reason....I ended up at a table with...surprise surprise....9 other meddies......
And they weren't even all first years....twas 2nd years too.....



Alex attempting to shove a swizzle stick into his breast pocket while Eliza appears to be out cold.....aaah...The Doctors of Tomorrow...

And of course....a must have at a table with a significant proportion of med students....copious amounts of alcohol....


you can see the tops of somethe bottles and pitchers that lay scattered on the table....

and right in the centre....that half-full pitcher of frothing black liquid....which I claimed as my own......and no one complained...

Surprised?

Heya....Viva le Coca Cola......

Miss Chris....

This picture has been just waiting to be posted.......

Not least because this is the picture my mom has been waiting for....So there we go amma.....



Yours truly being straddled by...erm.....Chris......yes....as in Christopher.....

Chris is a very...interesting individual......non-conformist at the best of times.....and heart-stoppingly worrying when he's dressed in a chilli-red cheongsam....

In his defence....I have to say that this picture really dosent do him justice.....he did indeed look a lot more convincing on the day.....and at the limits of the laxity of the english language, I'd dare say it was almost...tasteful.....

Aaah...i found a better one....

Miss Chris.....

Jean grows out of her jeans....

So many of you have heard about Jean.....my delighful little neighbour....

Th girl I took under my wing almost as soon as I first met her.....and adopted for a good many months until she found her feet.....

Or more accurately until she found Kelvin......her boyfriend.....who has since relieved me of the responsibility of ensuring this princess is still treated like one.....

And here you get to see em both.....Jean and the Smurf (as he is now known...... for obvious reasons )
Note: Its actually his hair dyed blue.....he's not sprouting algae of the top of his head


Seeing her, as you all are for the first time, in this picture can be decieving cos she usually looks nothing like the glamour queen she appears like in this picture....

Jean is the epitome of messy,jean-clad (excuse the pun), chin-chai-ness......and when i first saw her at the ball.....i was pretty much stunned.....
My cute, little neighbour had suddenly grown up.....

Here's to you girl......

Roberts Ball 2005 - Part 1

It has begun......The whole end-of-year barrage of Balls and Annual Dinners...

And to start it all of was Roberts Ball 2005.....

Note: For the less informed, Roberts Hall is the hall at which I stay....some of you may know them better as hostels or colleges....here we call them Halls....

in any case....

Roberts Ball 2005

As usual, I refused to wear the standard suit and tie combo.....but in this case the problem was probably compounded by the fact that well.....I don't have a suit....

so I went indian....it wasn't the grandest of kurtas but....a simple white on black.....and a scarf works miracles...and wolla.....it did the trick....

And well to start things off....its seems like no ball/dinner/funtion seems complete without my customary picture with the talismanic tasmanian.....



Yep...there's Eliza......with darling Ruth.......

such a fascinating name...Ruth Cameron Jeffs...so........old.....

Aaah and she appears again....here I have the honour of my 2 favourite tasmanians....


Eliza and Bron....who were delighted to, for once, be able to see the top of my head while we posed for a photo....

Bron though couldnt get enough of it.....

hence her repeated attempts at altitudilar superiority.....

Bratwurst Baii.....

Aaah fond memories of where I used to work....

The Bratwurst Shop.....

as a "Bratwurst Baii", as Haran so fondly refers to me....



Every weekend was spent dispensing monster hotdogs which would barely fit in your mouth at full stretch but tasted just oh so scrumptious.....

Pay was good.....and needless to say i was fed well....was there anything more i desired in life?

But alas.....my work there is done.....and once more i am on the prowl for greener pastures.....

Updates soon if i find any.....

Fashionistas supreme....

Aaah once again....still on the same night.....

2 of Dinesh's mates at Farrer hall......



These 2 were my pick for best dressed for the night....especially the dude on the right, who did actually win best dressd guy i think.....

How anyone could possibly appear in public in anything that short and skin tight is beyond the limits of my comprehension......

Don Juan returns.....

Continuing on with that same night....

That night most of us looked absolutely ghastly and had about as much chance of getting a 2nd glance from the oppsite sex as Paris Hilton at a Gay convention.....

However someone......a certain someone apparently wasn't having too much of a problem with that......

Everyone......meet Dinesh "Don Juan" Mahendran.....



Man he was drawing em in the way i usually draw flies......aaah but well.....everybody loves nesh.....




oh but wait....there's another one....


aiight!!....had to get my share of the beast

Farrer Op-Shop Night.........

Disclaimer: Medical students at Monash University DO NOT, except under the to be explained circumstances, normally dress themselves in this utterly deranged and absolutely disgraceful manner. Honestly.

Now to get on with the story....

Farrer Op-Shop Night.....

Op-Shops being 2nd hand shops are all the rage for theme parties such as these which are designed to bring out the worst in mix-and-match hotch potch "designed wear"......

As is plainly visible.... Dinesh, Jereme and I kept true to the spirit of the night in our respective fashion disasters.....


2 sailor boys and a........i dunno what the hell i was......do not a good combination make.....

Now here's the scary bit in all of this:

this was Dinesh and Jereme's hall party so while they had planned their outfits beforehand i only decided i was going about 10 mins before this picture was taken....

The scary bit was that apart from the hat, everything else you see on me was something i was already wearing in my room when nesh called me to come over....
Aside from tucking the pants into my socks(which i already had on) and pulling the hat on, i pretty much came just as i was.....

That is, a pretty disturbing thought......that i didnt actually have to dress up for a party themed on the worst possible fashion sense imaginable.....

Ouch.....

The lampost shineth bright......

As always......

Me, the traditional lamp-post......particularly when it involves Nish for some strange, warped reason.....


so here i am again......intruding on some intriguingly private moment....

nish is obviously used to my lingering presence.....this transient bacteria he can't seem to disinfect himself of.....but tanya looks a bit...... well, to say the least....wary

haha......Oh i love this photo....

Look into my eyes....

Aaah nish....look into my eyes.....



hmmm....i'm beginning to see why tanya would be worried.....

E55

And once again i recover from a prolonged cyber-slumber to post totally outdated pics which i have recently stumbled on again....

So here goes.....

Harking back to the days of justin's trip down......the fantastic night we spent at E55....a lounge....... together with nish's friends.....



oh and amma....this was when chwee lee was down.....so here's a shot of her with melissa.....who i don't think you remember what she looks like...do you?


mel's the one in the purple top....and i'm sure you recognise chwee lee......

Candle of Hope

The flame that cast its earthen glow,

Upon this face of gloom...

The only flicker of heady warmth,

In this cold dark room....

Spreads its tender message of hope,

In slivers of golden light...

And keeps me smiling pained but true,

At the loneliest hour of the night.....