I'm stuffed.....

When i lost my knives, lunch became a bit of a problem.......



aaah....pre-exam-lunacy......hey at least its better than the last time....last exam was the spiderman post.....

Important information to prevent serious loss of limb ! ! !

Exams in a week.....looks like its that time of the year again where i try and derive some form of entertainment from my textbooks....and once again....I am not disappointed.....

See long ago i realised that doctors were masters of stating the obvious....

Such as exemplified by the note on every bottle of children's panadol(for kids 12 and below) that states : "Do not drive or operate machinery".....well thank god they told me that....i'd better get my 3 year old sis off the combine harvester right away....

goodness gracious....

And now they've done it again....

Allow me to quote from the world's best selling anatomy textbook...Moore's....

" The long thoracic nerve is exceptional in that it courses on the superficial aspect of the serratus anterior muscle which it supplies. Thus, when the limbs are elevated, the nerve is especially vulnerable. Weapons, including missiles....(MISSILES!!!)... directed towards the thorax are a common source of injury. "

And it took a Professor Ameritus of Anatomy and Cell Biology to tell us this......

Sigh...Doctors rule......

Of Mary Poppins and Baloo the Bear

Mary Poppins has taken over our minds......

Save for the conspicuous lack of an absurdly oversized umbrella, we're a-hopping, a-skipping and merrily-a-singin our way back from uni.....

led by the ever affable, gynaecomasticated, Baloo the Bear........



Everyone.....meet Sunit...... everybody's favourite Bengal Bear......

21....again....again....The Carnage....

Yes...this is very, very old....but ive just been swamped ive had no time to put this up...

but i figured that if i didnt do it now....i'd probably never get round to it...so here goes.....

The Carnage at Roberts Hall

just after midnight...as my birthday was in the wee hours of its infancy i get a knock at my door to be met my 2 very charming ladies, carol and indhu....dressed in their elegant, exquisite worst...i should have known something disastrously messy was up...but did i take the hint.....nope....

they then proceeded to blindfold me and drag me down the stairs.....at this point if you were wondering why 2 little munchkins with the ombined body weight of a pean nut were able to co-ere me into wilfull submission...well...its essentially cos i knew i had it oming after all i'd done to all of them on their birthdays....and so....i knew better than to resist and have them call the whole army which i'm sure was just waiting nearby...

in any case...i was next bundled into a car...and driven around for about 5 minutes to disorientate me and then dropped off at a location where i was met by a huge rowd of people shrieking a birthday song in the disjointed out od tune way that big crowds of people do....the fact that their conductor was a tone deaf ex-BMTC platoon commander turned med student didnt help matters much....

but before i ould get through pondering over these thoughts...i felt an almighty shove in the middle of my back, i was airborne for a second.....


and the next thing i was spluttering and gargling through about 2 feet of freezing, rank and rancid pond water.....

see monash has this delightful little lake....whih is, quite frankly anything but...it is inhabited by the hardiest of ducks at the best of times and the vilest of bacteria at any other....and this was the lake i ended up in.....did i mention it was freezing....and that was still blind folded....for the record, i was scratching for about 3 hours after.....AND.....and....when i was cleaning up after.....i found a bug....in my boxers....YAY!

AFter i had cursed and swore my way out of there, back onto dryland and relative safety and led to the platform overlooking the lake where my cake awaited me......just as i thought i was safe again.....i get plastered with a seemingly never ending supply of flour, icing sugar and strawberry jam....

which meant that within about 30 seconds...i probably tasted like my own birthday ake...might as well have stuck a candle on me.....

thankfully things got marginally better after that...well no....twas great after that....and topped off by my very own fedora.....which ive ahed for for so long.....whih all you guys got for me.....thanks for that fellas....

and here some pictorial evidence of the alm that followed the storm....

The brawn behinds the operation....

Male chauvanism at its pristine best.....


Its all flour!!....Honest!!

The infinite hunkness himself....

Shasti...the man you want around when you're studying anatomy....if Shasti ever gets famous he better not have a walk in warddrobe or the press will have a field day....cos every time he gets changed, he'll have a skeleton in his closet!!.....

hahahaha....ok...sorry...bad joke....

aah well...i'm allowed my fun...after all i did get buggered....but then again...for all that i dished on all the other birthdays.....i sure had it coming....what do they say about karma?

But one thing's for sure, i aint forgetting this anytime soon......haha...hell no...

21......again......

My 2nd little birthday celebration was courtesy of my dear Fairy Godmother and her family......



I should have known she'd do something....but i very honestly didnt have a clue...not even when she told me to bring some of my friends over......then again how was I to know.....i mean...she loves poiling people....well.....she loves spoiling me......and she does a pretty good job of doing that.....

And she sure did that day......You can get a glimpse of the feast she had prepared for us in the picture above.....lamb curry, fish curry, chicken, eggs,thai chicken dumplings, asparagus, corn,....wine.......oh my goodness.....

Needless to say....i wallopped like there was no tomorrow....as did my accomplices...


A very happy quartet.....

And of course dinner was followed up by my 2nd birthday cake....


a beautifully thick, rich, chocolate mud-cake......aaaah....Sin...
Nishy hasnt even tasted it and he's already smiling......

And of course to top it all off.......Aunty Rebecca's magical pavlova......


A crispy crust, a melt-in-your-mouth filling, thick cream, fresh fruits.....a swish of her magic wand......and wolla!!

oh my.....it takes me to heaven and leaves me floating there.....and it takes me the whole night to drift back down to earth.....

And thus ended the night.....in gatronomic bliss......

21

So 21 it is then......

I have apprently arrived at that universally accepted mark of adulthood...... strangely I don't feel all that different.....

I still do all the stupid things i've been doing since I was 5.....and i probably still will.....but then again....some of us never truly and totally grow up do we?

And to all of you out there.....

Thank You.....

Thank you for all the wishes......the 4 different celebrations....the cards...the gifts.....the cakes i got to eat and the ones that i didnt......the food....and of course the carnage ( which I shall mention in greater detail later.....)

And now for some pictorial evidence that I didnt spend my bithday alone, rotting in a corner.....

Tis Birthday Celebration No. 1....

With tushara and company down from canberra.....



Twas about 1-ish in the morning, the day before tush left and they had come down to monash for I was cooking them dinner....after they survived, we had set off for a lounge close by for Indhu's birthday thingy...and this was after we got back.....

And twas beautiful....

We went out to the mound in the centre of Roberts Hall, spread out my bedsheet(yes amma...i DID change it after) and blew out my candles under the stars.....

Atmosphere wise its still one of the most beautiful birthday celebrations i've had....

Thanks tushy.....

The Randoms

And in the final installment of Roberts Ball pics.....

Some of the more random people who make my life around Roberts more interesting....

Leon....the man himself.....


I love this guy....I mean cmon look at him.....How can that grin NOT brighten up your day......its Jim Carrey with an eyebrow piercing.....thats as cool as it gets man....
Leo...Biggie Up.....Respeeect Aiight!

Reggie.....born Rajeev Charithe Dandithage....but for the sake of rigid Australian vocal chords.....Reggie...or Reg.....



He lives across me in my stairway......which is why i would know as good as anyone else that he's a true chick magnet....
Hah! Who said a short, Kurry man can't draw em in huh.....

But hey as we discussed Rej......its not our fault we're good lookin eh...we're Lankan....
Its not an option.....its a birthright.....

Every so often you meet someone who you just cannot forget. Some because of their personality, some because of their looks and some because their just downright annoying......

And then sometimes.......its their name.....

My case in point: Val.....Valentina.....


Not valentino which sounds italian.....or valentine which just sounds plain cheesy.....but Valentina.....

Haha.....I like....

Flanked here by me and "The Other Dinesh"....or "The Roberts Dinesh" as he has come to be known......rather unfortunate nomenclature for an otherwise distinctly unique individual.....but well.....such is life...


And here in sharp contrast to the above who have all regularly brought a smile to my face.....

Is Steve......



As is blatantly obvious......Steve, for some strange inexplicable reason is always trying to pick a fight with me....

Regrettably our smouldering animosity has yet to get beyond the terrifying, ground shaking, hokkien battle cry stage....

Si Mei Lan!!!