Superficial Gluteal Region Muscles

For students studying anatomy, don't forget the tensor fascia lata as well.
For non anatomy people, this is what I think your butt muscles look like.


*note I do not endorse sleeping or drawing pictures in class. Especially third year classes. 

You should read.

When singing Katy Perry

And that is why we fiddle with the karaoke machine buttons.

Lab Coat of 3rd Year B.Sc Biomed Major Student

 

After seeing the posts from Dr. Fizzy about her doctor white coats thought I would make my version.

HOLIDAYS

Went through a mental breakdown about realising how distracted I truly go and pretty much cried my way through finals.

But I'm back home and recharged.

Hopefully posting regularly again.

Thanks to my friend Jordy for pointing out that this blog had experience some unloving for the past couple weeks.

Just allele uneven

Is it sad that this made me chortle a little? 

blending in

A couple of my friends and I thought it would be fun to drop into an engineering lecture.
People weren't lying.
Engineer course lectures actually seriously look like this:

So being a group of girls it's not exactly easy to just blend in. Of course people are going to know you don't belong in that lecture. 

Contrary to my beliefs, this is not the best way to blend in. 

I believe those words were all very manish things to say .. . 

D-DAY

TODAY IS D-DAY.

Right now I'm probably,

a) wondering why it takes a whole page to say 'the bird flew across the sky' in poetry
b) trying to convince myself I have had a life experience that has to do with hope
c) thinking that there are people in med right now that probably couldn't solve these questions or
d) getting hella drunk

(depending on what time you are reading this on the 24 March 2012)

Thank you GAMSAT for making my Saturday absolutely wonderful.

My Ideal Man

My parents often worry about my lack of having a boyfriend.

This is my dad talking about his friend's son while making dinner one night. His exclamation is based on the fact that I presumably like Korean boys and Japanese boys, and this son was both.

Fixing Split Thongs

I don't remember where I got this from, but it was just too genius.

Life is never going to be the same..

Looking 12

Some ways I've been ''complimented' for looking young.

I don't want your boyfriend

During the final years of high school I moved to a different schools with three people from my previous school. Since it was a new school (we were the guinea pigs), everyone was the new kid; so it was nice to know a couple people. 

One guy, I rarely saw and pretty much didn't talk to. We had only one class together, which was the first and last. He seemed nice enough.

I got along with one of them pretty well since we had all the same classes, therefore the same timetable. He kind of became my walking timetable and homework diary for two years. We also coincidentally went to the same maths tutoring after school, so I saw a lot of this kid.

The last person, the other girl that moved with me, she just gave me the bitch face every time I tried to say hi to her. I wanted to be nice and since we all didn't know many people I cheerily said hi to her every time I saw her - until I decided that she had some unknown problem and I was too scared to keep talking to her willingly.

A year later (at graduation) I found out that when person 3 was going out with person 2 (this is in fresher year) there was a rumour that person 2 was cheating on her with me. Also I found out she went around telling people that she would kill me and other things. It wasn't my fault that the school gave us the exact same timetable, so yes I was seen talking to her then boyfriend pretty much all the time - ABOUT SURDS AND PHYSICS HOMEWORK. 


Just to straighten this out (extremely late); WOMAN I WOULDN'T TOUCH THAT BOY WITH A STICK. . .. .. .






we could have been friends. . . :(

Bread Crust

Stress

Since it's the first week of university (or week 7 if you are a med kid .. . SUCKER . .  .. . .  yes I'm actually jealous  of you . .. WHY WASN'T I SMART??) , I thought I would post a stress related post.

I sing a lot, anywhere and everywhere. Anything, but mostly about what I'm doing at the moment.
Can I sing well? That's debatable.

Anyway I realised that there is one song that I always sing when I'm stressed.





Yes it's the cottees cordial song.

It goes on ....

My mum knows that I 

Need lots of water

But it's Cottee's Cordial 

That I like best. 

So My mum 

Adds the fun

And the flavour

To make the cordial 

that I like best.

Kids need water

Cottee's makes it fun

She makes the cordial 

that I like best.

Did I just recite the lyrics of the cottee's cordial jingle? Yes I did. BAM
And I know you're singing it now as well . . .





probably not.

Types of Travellers

When going on a holiday with people, for everyone's sake, you should probably know what kind of traveller you are and what kind of traveller they are. Incompatibility can result in exhaustion, annoyance, frustrations, and it you are travelling with girls endless grudges. 

1. The "Korean" Traveller. 

These people are the ones that want to get the most out of their time away. This results in them jam packing absolutely everything you can do in the shortest amount of time possible. If you are dying to see every landmark and do everything you can do, this type of travelling is good as you definitely won't waste time or airfares. But even just thinking about it makes me exhausted. 

2. The "Adventurous/Lost" Traveller

These people have no plans at all. In a way the opposite for the "Korean" Traveller. They just arrive at the train station and get on the first train without knowing where it stops. It is , I think, the most exciting way to travel. However there is a high risk factor involved. This type of travelling can be very expensive for getting lost in the middle of the woods. But you may discover something that no one else will see. It helps to not be directionally and geographically challenged. 

3. The "I'm not a traveller" Traveller

These people decided that they will not go through the shame of being a tourist, but in the end act the most like an annoying tourist anyway. They ditch the prescribed course of sight seeing, instead opting to attempt to be more 'local' and live there like they are at home. While you may  feel like a local and make friends along the way, you are very likely to not do much with their time and be stamped as time wasters by other holiday people. As an "I'm not a traveller" Traveller , you the most likely to do stupid things and talk to randoms as logic says you'll never see these people again. 

Marathons

Over lunch, my friend told me about this 80 year old grandma that ran a marathon.

Friend :  Isn't it amazing? She just started training a couple years ago and ran a whole marathon because she wanted to.

Me: A whole marathon? I wish I could do that.

Friend: Yeah, me toop. I hope when I'm 80 I could do something like that.

Me: No, I wish I could run a marathon now.


I know what a bad story to tell while eating food.
Okay I probably definitely need to spend more time standing than sitting , and probably moving. Thinking about it my Grandma used to play this game that involved running with a really heavy bat stick thing when she was in her 80s. I guess I didn't get that fitness gene. I can't catch a ball no matter how you throw it at me.

People from Sydney

Every year the university holds a multi cultural day. This means we get stands selling Asian food and for some reason an Australian wild life display. 


While most of my friends are from Queensland like me, a couple of my friends came interstate from Sydney to come to uni. That day I found out one of the many ways Queenslanders are different from the kids from the big city. 


One of the animals the wildlife people (I think from Currumbin Sanctuary, I can't count how many times I've been there on my fingers) brought was a baby possum or something like that. 


This is the possum:

This is a comparison of us:

Three Little Pigs

Who's laughing now?

If I was a boy

My friends reckon they have found the male version of me.



BTW new post every Wednesday!

Nerds Diet

My friends on dieting. 

The Busker

Busker: I'll be taking requests.

Me (yells): Justin Bieber 

Busker: Some bieber fever I see. Will need some headache tablets before I do that.

The buskers in Surfers are quite excellent. 

Who doesn't like a Bieber Fever joke?

Nicknames

I have a problem with remembering names. Usually I won't be able to attach a name with your face until we are friends on Facebook. THANK GOD FOR FACEBOOK. It is seriously genius, there are names, photos, and mutual friends so you know exactly who they are when you see them again in real life. 

A more fun way to make someone's name more memorable is to just give them a nickname. My friend Jess and I have become quite the nicknamers. Nicknamers? Nickname givers?

So for all those other people out there that have problems with names and want to give out excellent nicknames - 

4 EXCELLENT WAYS TO MAKE UP NICKNAMES

1. Add an 'S' to the start of their name. 

2. Create an imaginary baby.

3. Use a name that's easy to remember.

4.  Use a part of their name inappropriately.

Back

Okay. I'm weak. First world problem: can't live without the internet.
After stopping blogging, I have had no where to release my distractible self and somehow ended up being constantly on twitter, facebook and watching random bits of tv.
So after not even a month I have decided to save my self from twitter to blog again.

In other news, watched the most ridiculous Japanese drama in the last two days. Japanese kids definitely have the cute genes.

To the mole hole that is equipped with hopefully a kettle

I know that two posts is pretty pathetic, so you don't have to tell me. I  have decided to disappear completely for at least a month, hopefully until that horrid exam in March I have to ace so I can get into med school. Since I do want to ace it I'm going to have to climb out of this rabbit hole, stop looking for peter, think about things only science or humantities (as they call it) related and crawl into a place a lot less exciting like a mole hole thats under a rock and become an empty shell that drinks copius amounts of green tea. I promise that once I let myself free again there will be so many posts that the internet will cry and beg that I stop trashing it with my nonsense.

I want to be the opportunist

I guess this is a little look into my head. Something similar to the last frame was posted by Typo on facebook and this post is pretty much what went on in my head. 

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And this is what I did all night instead of studying for an exam. I really do need to find something better to do with my spare time, or just be motivated and do the work I'm supposed to do.

The Bucket List. (assuming practically all life ends at age 30)

It's scary getting old. 

Not in that F UCK SHI T IS THAT A BANSHEE IN MY FACE WTF screaming way like in haunted houses (Don't kid yourself thinking you wouldn't be scared. I'm sure you were screaming on the inside). But more in that something that's been there for a while but for some reason you just suddenly realize its there, like creepy ass  man that has been walking with you from the train station 2 blocks back.

Like that, let's hope harmless, man that's been there for a while; aging has been going on in the background the whole time. It's just when the thought "oh god in a couple months I'm going to be in my twenties" goes through your head you really think OMG I'M OLD, I'm getting old and my life is nowhere as awesome as it should be and then you turn on the tv and see these people that have done whatever fabulous thing they have and they are younger than you.

So, with the it being a new year (Oh yeah by the way it's 2012 and I for one don't see the world ending. I'm still here, you know wishing I was more awesome.) I thought I would make up a bucket list. I thought I would be lenient for those sensitive people I know out there - everything actually goes down hill from 24 I heard - but since if I get my first point on the list done I won't graduate until around 25, 30 sounded a bit better. 

THE BUCKET LIST (assuming practically all life ends at age 30)

1.Get into Med School  
People seem to say that life gets harder when you start medicine, but for some reason I think life would get a whole lot easier once I get in. And you know, it would be nice to be able to get a job, other than research or teaching high school kids, after graduating my degree. As I see it, a science degree is about as useful as an arts degree the only difference is that we have to miserably suffer  A LOT more than those arts kids that go to uni like twice a week and cry over 20% weighted finals (what would you do with 60% weighted?).  
One of the many dynamics of life:

2. Play the Femme Fatale thing

What does this mean? I'm not that sure neither, but it does sound awesome. Maybe because it's in French; everything sounds better in French.

According to dictionary.com: 

Femme Fatale , noun, [fem fuh-tal, -tahl, fey-; Fr. fam fa-tal]:an irresistibly attractive woman, especially one who leads men into difficult, dangerous, or disastrous situations.   

I do like the sounds of irresistibly attractive and the words dangerous and disastrous sounds exciting. It does seem to pretty much sum up what I want be like in my 20s. If I'm not attractive now, looking at the life graph I don't even want to think what I'll end up being like - probably something hideous that has rolled in several different types of dirt, including the smelly kind.
Unfortunately, for me, this is going to be difficult because right now I can still pass as a child at the science museum (proof last holidays when I went to the one in Sydney) and I have the chest of a prepubescent boy that doesn't work out. 

 

If you know what happens in that arrow please leave me a comment below outlining SPECIFIC STEPS. 

3. Speak a European language fluently
Right now it seems like it's Spanish. My friends have convinced me that Barcelona is the place to go on that imaginary gap year (it'll become a real one when I get into med school). Yeah this kind of includes going to Europe - the best way to learn a language is to immerse yourself in it right?

4. Speak my own language fluently
As my mum says, "Stop thinking about trying to learn another language before you can even speak your own." Well then this goes true for both English and Korean. Most of my conversations kind of go like this.

5. Open a cafe
The cafes here are really disappointing. And since it doesn't look like a nice one is going to open soon - that serves BOTH green tea lattes and royal milk tea - I think I'll have to open my own. Actually I have ideas for multiple (ideas pop into my head before I go to sleep). The most recent one is called 'Cafe Franco'. I decided that my life role model was James Franco - why that is I could make a whole blog post about - which is why the name thing came up. So for a sneak peak I have my proposed mug design: 

You know so that when you drink it looks like:  

You HAVE A MOUSTACHE!

6. Write a book 
I'm thinking if Stephenie Myer could get twilight published it can't be that hard.

7. Meet THE man
I do plan to get married and then if I'm going to have kids have them before I'm 32 (I don't want to risk that whole old eggs so defected babies thing), so meeting the other half does seem quite important. Who is this man? No, it's not James Franco because he is too old. I have been told that my list is too long and impossible so I'll save that for a whole new post. 

Right I can’t think of anymore right now, and I really want to get this posted today so 

Happy New Year.