Since so many people had thier birthday these few days, I think I’ll write a bit of my experience with them…. =)

Cheryl turned 18 last saturday. So a bunch of us decided to give her a nice surprise by waking her up at 7 am in the morning, banging at her bedroom balconey in our PJ’s complete with a birthday cake decorated with 18 sparkles plus a few more others party poppers. It was definitely a surprise. =) The hardest part was waking up at 630 in the morning for that. After that, we just stuffed the cake in her fridge to enjoy later while we all went back to sleep. lol. Later in the afternoon, we gathered again at her house to feast on the cake (which was so much more better than ‘chocolate indulgence’ from secret recipe).

Clarissa turned 18 yesterday. And I had culture shock. haha… ok, not really la. But I wasn’t expecting an 18th birthday party with champange, punch, artfully arranged finger food, even more deliciously arranged desserts and fruits. Everyone dressed up to the nines. I was thinking more along the lines of music, dancing etc. I was obviously wrong. =P The only crazy part was when everyone headed over to the Buddha Bar where they booked a karaoke room for 2 hours. Oh well, that was an experience.

Today, there were two parties. (so many right??) =) Anna turns 18 today and her party was more typical with booze and all that. Plus everyone in costumes. =) But I wasn’t able to attend her party because I decided to celebrate Vanessa’s birthday instead. She turns 21 today!!! =) One of the most important days in your life. They party was at my apartment and it was basically just dinner and games. Something I was more used to since we were all malaysians and singaporeans. Not like these australian parties.

I forsee a lot of parties this year since most of the australians are turning 18 this year (and how can someone turn 18 without throwing a big birthday bash right???). I think I’m in dire need of dresses. I never had any use for them back in Malaysia since the only thing that I’ll most probably attend that requires me to dress up is like those grad dinners. But here, it’s almost like a neccessity already fro all major / minor parties. Med school jazz night is coming up on April 5th (and one of my friends is turning 21 that day!!!) - one dress needed. Med Ball on May 5th after that - I think I’ll recycle my dress for that, I don’t care if they say I’m commiting fashion suicide by doing that.

This is going to be a very interesting year.

Sheep heart dissection on monday. The med school stinks of sheeps that have been brought in for the postgrad student’s experiments and I suspect they’ve safed the hearts of those poor sheep for us to cut up. 170 hearts for every first year. No need to share.