SUPER ALIEN THE NICHOLE MARR

The very last day of November. I can’t put my finger on it yet, but something is amiss. Yesterday was actually a great end and a brilliant beginning. But today, here it is, definitely an end of a can-not-be-described-era. Rush out of the house without the P.W.K is the basic symptom. Eventually, with the inburst of more emails or whatever, selective memory loss will occur and it’s always detectable. Memory loss is a good thing cuz as people get busy with this or that expecting your reaction to be like this or that, you simply don’t remember. You don’t get hurt but they do.

In the follwing couple of weeks, Erik and I will slap on something (but no shaking hands with someone) and say goodbye to another era. The play of the MNP is like a raging fire. 2 final rehearsals will be on very soon. Everyone at MNP is doing hard to make an extra effort. What I mean is - I am speaking it out. People!!! Focus!!!

As to GA, the episode 9, “dark and twisty” is moving towards Bourke, so my new idol this week - Hahn. She made herself a chic.

As of today, I’ve been waiting for a piece of funny AFP report paper for more than a month. Now, I am enough. Even funnier, the State report is doing the same thing to me. Fair enough. I’m not in a hurry and I’m watching the Australian Idol Season Final. I have sort of trifling suspicion as I see the firework blooms over the Sydney Bridge, however, it’s gone quickly, especially when Erik and I begin another round of playing Maple. We came back to Henesys from Ludi and we are home now! Nothing can be the other way around seriously.

The letter from BGS is the most ridiculous piece of crap we have ever had. Obvious? It so is.

OK, finally, I confess that I fall in love with the new drama series - TTR… -_-;;

Thursday - the day for Erik and I to kick start our very first super “scrub in” in life. None of us slept well cuz we dreamed every possible circumstance that could happen on the day. Keren always says the truth - you have to jump out of bed early without having to snooze more than once to go for a lovely bike ride on the quiet beach roads and watch the sun rise. After breakfast, we slapped on the CR and Marco ready to be at work for a “normal” start.

We hopped on the car and drove to the Royal Hospital. Of course, in between, we took time to find a long-lasting car parking and enjoy a cup of iced coffee at Banjo’s.

Totally no crap today, the only catch was the late arrival of the patient. We worked in Nuclear Medicine and Cardiotheracic Unit for the rest of the day. As working professionals, apparently, doctors in Cardiotheracic Unit are all better looking males and females then their counterpart in Nuclear Medicine. So, we were missing Bourke, Shepherd and Webber, again. It was a beautiful afternoon to save lives and the patients are going home!

Well, what am I talking about? We’ll have another super exciting “scrub in” early next week. Important: with the nice Cardiotheracic people again!

So, as we were more than happy today, as the Royal Hospital is just beside the Police Station, as the time was kind of stuck… I took Erik into the Police Station - Anyone here can do me several certified copies? You see? That’s why my AFP is still pending!

Rex for tonight… That’ all…

The title is the only thing I want to tell for today. So, big day today!

I said I would use “My Beautiful Reputation” as the title of my next entry, cuz I do have beautiful reputation recently. The thing is complex and complicated. If you want to use a more medical word, then, it’s complicated. Anyway, it is complicated. Of course, if you think the end-point of the whole thing was the “BANG” came from the call between Tony and David. Then it has finished already. So, it was complicated. Bang Banagher is the only comment on this matter. No matter it’s finished or not, my beautiful reputation will continue, no doubt.

Back to today. I had fever, willing fever cuz I really hate the VC. So, only Erik attended the VC at 1.00PM. 6 people on the other side. Very balanced, I have to say. Also, both of us found that the famous ESF person looks really like the ZUMA frog (Does it has a name?)… At the end of the VC, ESF person said - now, please present the adorable lovely Nichole… Erik replied - Oh, she won’t be here today… 6 people on the other side - DING…

Sushi and Pinot Noir for dinner… Before that, we met Jenny on the way… What does that mean…

I don’t mean the weather cuz it’s a little bit cloudy again. I call today rosiness, cuz without today’s newspaper, we still get a whole lots of new things to do. Fancy things, beyond your imagination. Ooooookay… It obviously doesn’t work…

I mean it’s bright and shiny. SOC in progress, GSS in progress, SPS’s coming up. So, what I actually want to say is, as everything is bright and shiny, can I please say no to the awful VC thing next Monday? I hate it cuz it’s fake, not only the city, but also the forms of everything from the city.

Actually nothing to do with today’s title. The weather finally turned out to be fine this arvo, of course, after I said it sucks… Erik and I had another 3 applications done and sent out. I contacted the AFP, with patience, great patience… Otherwise, double stab… They even say it will be actioned shortly… I want to say double stab is actioned now!

Then we had McDinner, which was McOnion plus McBeef plus McRice plus McSalad plus McSalmon. As we are going to have McMovies for tonight, a McTuesday is right here!

To end it up, Erik and I were informed to have a Video Conference next Monday re the ESF.

The new song, life is beautiful by Vega 4, final soundtrack of GA Season 3 Episode 6… Actually, Bill Ricchini’s a cold wind will blow through your door from episode 7 is better, but I could only find Beck’s think I’m in love instead. Anyway, it’s not bad, always reminds me the man being man camping thing, the funny trunk and the exquisite picnic basket. Oh, great, beautiful… (when you say it, don’t forget Webber’s fist…)

A productive Monday, the weather wasn’t so good though, but it was OK cuz we still had a good hang-out. King Kong’s finally done, after that, we had McYellow, a short walk along the Short Beach, and, of course, the seagulls. Oh, my God, the Hutchins boys, spoiled boys! Tony’s the little, the same.

Well, too far away. I’m talking about being productive. So, Erik and I receieved our First Aid Ceritificates, I got a letter from SCS re my doing RT thing, and a letter from Morgan. Probably, there will be more things later but I can’t really think…

I can only say, the weather sucks! So, we had Banjo’s in the morning. Some G6 cuties (apparently, from Mr Nichols’) showed up, surprisingly, their father is a Denny Duquette man, who did SOSE as well…

I dreamed, things like Graphic Obligation, bloody ghost, made-up friends, police (of course, they were killed as usual), several asses that we have recently. Things were said in my dream. Apparently, where is my AFP in the first instance, asses’ asses were kicked in the second. Did they sob themselves to sleep? Yes, they did. So, I’ve been over excited since this morning. Weather’s great, but not sparkling, cuz we got up late. There are, at least, one Kingston and one BGS waiting ahead. So, bring it on…

Nay, I seriously decide not to keep in touch with Tony anymore, cuz there is a reason, which is called “space”. Do not make it dark and twisty, scary and damaged. It’s not a catch, it’s a point.

F.E.A.R. Extraction Point or Myer? Well, actually, we did none of them cuz the Extraction Point was a real piece of crap and the wind made us do nothing. The horoscope says that I will get good news eventually by today. Is it real? Sort of good news is enough, seriously…

OK, we haven’t got emails from Tony since 2 days ago. Just now, we got it with the picture below, just for adding some fun.

Oh, right, growing good. So, we simply put the awesome F School into the bin. Thursday, if I still get to call it an inspiring day, we had the SHC application sent out, we had buffet for dinner (forget about those special needs people), we had summer daily bread recieved. Maybe, most importantly, we had another email from the ESF person. Oh, really… Did you see Uncle Mars?