Australia v Japan

3-1!!!!!!!!!!!

Cahill and Aloisi ROCK! Not to forget Kennedy. And the rest of the team.

Next... Brazil.

Oh dear.

But for now... HOW AMAZING IS THAT?

Oh What A Night!

As our impending doom draws near, the general med populace are surviving by alternating long periods of methodical memorising with moments of desperate humourous insanity. What's funny is when these aforementioned instances snowball and coalesce into one massive caseating granuloma of a night... where fun and stupidity merge.

Here's the evidence. Just for laughs, I'll leave the interpretation to the audience. :)

Choices

Choose life.
Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family, Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends.Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.

But why would I want to do a thing like that?

I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you've got heroin?

~Renton (Trainspotting)

So,

Chose med. What were the reasons again?