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Entry for RM contest

“No greater love hath man than this, to lay down one’s own life for a friend”. This is the words that an angel of God said to Fenix at the approach of his death. Before he met Arianne, he had never expected to die in this way. Abandoned as a small kitten, he didn’t expect to even live this long. He had already lost 8 out of his 9 lives by the time his mother abandoned him. It was just his luck as he was a black cat. Things went from bad to worse when one day he was trying to catch some fish in an open drain and fell in. A couple of girls saw this and felt sorry for him but only one was brave enough to wade in and save him from a murky and completely disgusting death.
Since then Fenix’s life had turned around. For the first time, he had someone to love and protect him. Unfortunately, summer doesn’t last forever, and come winter one day she was gone. She was always sickly, and literally died of a broken heart when her boyfriend married her best friend. Poor Fenix was heartbroken, but as he looked at her lifeless body remembered something his mother told him. “Cats are lucky that they have 9 lives. You can ask a friend to spare you one if you ever run out,”and with that, she had left him to fend for himself.
Now normally, this little trick doesn’t work inter-species. Fortunately, God was watching and decided to reward Fenix’s great love for his owner by allowing it to work. However, since Fenix had made the decision to give up his own life, he was no longer bonded to his earthly form. Seeing that Arianne still needed constant attention, Fenix pleaded the angel to be her guardian. “This is not possible,” he explained, “as my Master has plans her, and also for you.” Neither Fenix nor Arianne would ever forget what came next. “From this day forwards Fenix, you shall be her guardian.”
Till today, Fenix still remains Arianne’s guardian, and with her condition improving, she has volunteered to help out in the childrens ward in the hospital. Her appearance as a neko never fails to amuse the kids. Strange…must be some weird side effect to having being saved by a cat. She occasionally tells them stories of Fenix, her little black cat, while a winged figure watches over her with the strangely familiar eyes of her pet.

My week (week 3)

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some of the flowers which have recently sprung up in our garden



Tuesday-field trip to east Perth

the building is called Maron can you see the shape of the words informing the building's shape? The 'O' and 'N' are besides it
The architects name is Aston Raggart McDougal.
He once did this sculpture which was called a knot or something
and there was this building which was pretty much a a block with a knot shape cut to make out the interior space. The idea was to tie all the different narratives of Australian history which is not one straight narratives, but pieces of different stories and perspectives in one. Like Aboriginal stories and migrant experiences etc. He's an interesting theorist but his buildings...they're ugly.

Its more interesting on the outside. Meghan drove me and Chandini here with guidance from her phone's GPS.

Meghan and Rob
Chandini

Heath
So we left this place and decided to have lunch at this fish and chips shop after Meghan dropped Chandini off.

We walked in the rain in Broadway only to find it was closed. So we went to the uni's tav promising ourselves to leave at 2 for a lecture. Good thing it was recorded.

See this guy sitting closest to the stairs? He claimed to be doing a study for his PhD on beer. We suspected he may have just been a psycology student instead.

(His english was kinda bad. One of the questions was: Does it make your friends easier? Rob:*grins* hell yeah!

i think he meant to ask whether having a beer made people more easy going in general)

We got free beer out of it anyway. Heath laughed at my expression while trying it out. it was crap so Meghan called some friends to join us.



One of them had some morbid stories to tell about medical students. Something about them developing a really sick sense of humour once they start operating on dead bodies. Like this guy who just popped his head out of the window(his own, phew) and asking the gardener wheter he needed a hand. So he gave him one. (Not his own, he tossed it out into the garden)

Aparently one of the first thing your lab instructor asks your class

Teacha:So, anyone here wear contacts?

*half the girls in class raise hands*

Teacha: You might like to wear glasses next time cos if we just happen to let out too much Dolo-(something) gas near your eyes your contacts it would fuse with your eyeballs.

*casually moves on to the next topic leaving half the girls with mouths hanging open*

Another weird thing med students find pretty disturbing is after their first surgery on the dead bodies: wow i'm such a bastard. why do i feel hungry? (its really that same gas. for some weird reason it triggers your appetite)

Some of the stuff you hear about makes you wonder how you can trust doctors. In fact, how do doctors trust other doctors? Especially when they've been to the same uni.

Dr. House:*commenting on a dead body which has been donated for research which has a disease in it* So how do you purpose we cure it?

his lackey:what, death?

Dr. House:yes!muahahaha! XD

anyway i left there at 4. That night i decided to go to campus for some much needed privacy.

This is a classic blur moment. i left the headlights on the car so the battery went dead. Yesterday i called RAC to charge it. the lady didnt know her directions very well but at least the guy who helped out was nice