trying to come up with an interesting reason as to why i want to become a medical imager...notings coming to me.

silly QTAC. had me down as not having done english. therefore meaning that i haven't met the minimum entry requirements for anything. as in i couldn't apply for teaching or anything. really hope that doesn't fuck me over in the long run.

passionpop, otherwise known as the traditional means of teaching teenagers how to vomit.

http://www.courthousenews.com/2008/08/26/Parents_Say_Four_Cops_Beat_Girl_12.htm

ocassionally i eat, shower and make my bed also.

http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/orl/740493470.html

"i don't like the idea of viewing people as numbers" - maureen on the ENTER score
"you only got a 98, why would melbourne give you a scholarship?" - kiong on the ENTER score

ENTER: 98.40

English Language A+ A+ A+
RAW: 47
SCALED: 48.12

Methods A+ A A+
RAW: 40
SCALED: 44.67

Chemistry A A+ A+
RAW: 40
SCALED: 44.33

Physics A+ A+ A+
RAW: 40
SCALED: 42.91

Biology A A+ A+
RAW: 41
AGGREGATE: 4.18

Uni Enhancement
AGGREGATE: 4.00


it's weird the way these things work out, huh?
lang was meant to be me worst subject and physics was meant to be the best.


EDIT: still don't recon is good enough for the medicine. not that flashy in the interviews you see.

guess who got a perfect study score in history.

Congratulations!

You have been offered a Scholarship conditional upon you enrolling in a course at the University of Melbourne in semester 1, 2009.

Please see the attached offer pack for more details.

Kind regards,
Lucinda

and

These scholarships will provide you with an annual allowance of $6000 for up to four years of full time
enrolment. $1000 is paid upon enrolment and then you will receive $2500 following each semester’s
census date.

will go to final assembly if happy with TER.

went with sam to buy guns.
the shop had put tinsel and santa hats on the dead animals.
how festive.

sams teachers now all think he has a kid. well, we have a kid.

I'll explain.
sams cousin = down from canada / across from new zealand.
sams cousin has a baby.

myahn + tyler = half anglo, quater asian, quater wog baby.
kham + sam = hypothetically = half anglo, quater asian, quater wog baby.

baby which looks half anglo, quater asian, quater wog = rare.

so basically. introduced to sams teachers. holding baby. mother nowhere in sight. got questions implying i was the mother and knowledgeable about noami.

my theory: they gave sam three awards cos they figured he was a teenage father.

you know what's weird: watching someone flirt with ya mum.
you know what's weirder: watching someone old enough to be yer brother flirtin with ya mum.

me mum popped me out when she was thirty.

it really annoys me when people are rude to service staff.

that being said it really annoys me when service staff are incompetent.
ie. don't know whats in the food, don't know whats on the menu (these rules may of course be bent in 'ethnic' establishments where due to a language barrier you can never quite be sure that they're incompetent).
classic example: "it's okay, there's no vegan in that"

also, when people treat dietery requirements based on allergies/religion/ethics.
ie. potential for a lawsuit.

EDIT: rule of thumb: don't be rude unless somebody's rude to you. but if service staff are rude, it's particularly inappropriate, in which case its a free for all.

my mother cannot cook pasta. as in boil the water. put the dried pasta in the boiling water. drain. eat.

i visited me mum the other day. she asked me to cook pasta. james at half the packet. two full large 'asian soup bowls'* of penne. then he was still hungry. apparenlty in my dillusioned state I thought a large bad of dried pasta would feed a 50kg 50yr-old, a grade one and a year 7. apparently not. james then made himself four slices toast.

my family scares me sometimes. and thats not even including fatty. my mother's hous goes through three litres of milk a day. because of that they buy long-life milk - by the case - it's just not viable to toddle of to the shops to get 3L every morning. she has three cases in storage.

the thing with that is my mother doesn't drive. and she may be straight outta west-footscray. but no way in hell are they going to be shopping trolleys lined up me mothers front yard. she takes a baby-less pram when buying bulk long-like the milk. the downside is. she looks insane.



*think of the largest pho bowl you could image.

you know whats weird: supermarket music.
whatever the hell happened to the classic brian eno music for airports.
purchasing overpriced groceries is just not the same with 'safeway the freshfood people' jingling on repeat in the background.

currently watching oprah. talking about animal welfare (not rights - proposition 2). predicted outcome: oprah will swear to eat only 'free range' eggs and 'cruelty free' beef.

EDIT: i really dilike the phrase "make the ultimate sacrifice for us" - it implies choice and consent.

you know those people that other people make fun of. the ongoing jokes. the people who don't realise they're being made a mockery of because they lack the certain finess to grasp the language used. well thats pretty much the story of fatties life.

he has a bad mohawk. which he puts gel in. he's incredibly pale. shave to the skin. his head is blue. his standard outfit comprises of cheap plastic sunglasses, big white dunlop runners, and an oversized 'bogan' tracksuit. he also always seems to have incredibly stale body odour.

james is taller, better looking, better with the ladies and in general a nicer person. everybody likes james. he got invited to an eighteenth and everything (he's in year 7).

people would feel sorry fatty if he was less of a dickhead. james has been rushed to hospitals twice because of fatty. once for two mangled and severed fingers. once for just under a square foot of second degree burns across his neck and back.

while nobody debates that william inteded for james to loose his fingers. everyone knoes he wanted and intended to hurt james really bady. he just didn't think about the damage inflicting pain can cause.

ie. he held jameses hand in the front door and then proceeded to slam the front door. i guess he didn't realise that that would remove somebodies fingers while shattering the bones into a billion (well, more like 5-10) pieces. he just thought about how much it would hurt.

hmmmm... need to get round to making some of those pies. the fruit mince ones. those were always, in my opinion, the best christmas food.

me family doesn't really have christmas food. wasn't something done - christmas that is. but just cos we don't do easter doesn't mean we can't eat hot cross buns.

mince pies were a bit like that. you could only buy them november-febuary (ie. a whole quater of the year). so you made a habit of eating many when they were 'in season'. need to make some of those.

cooking 'christmas' food for the elderly/disabled.
some people are soo fucking anally retentive about how that shit has to be done.
everything has to have WAY TOO MUCH lard/butter in addition to oil on it because 'its the proper way' (possible explationation for heart attacks)
everything has to have WAY TOO MUCH sugar added to it (custard, fruit salad etc.) (possible explanation for diabetes)

interesting story: we were doing pudding, which as many would know don't contain coins anymore to prevent killing people - described by the elderly as 'jewish' puddings



ps. pavlova = gross, trifle = gross
one woman ate a dinner plate full of sweets: fruit salad, trifle, pavlova, fruit cake, pudding, custard, extra whipped cream, baklava, rum balls, mini headgehogs and mini mint slices (ie. a full portion of everything, in addition to a full roast half-of-noahs-ark lunch)

if you invite someone out to dinner. and they don't fit the establishment dress code based on some technicality. you don't just leave them outside or tell them to make their own way home while you go inside. its bizarre. its kinda rude too.





NOTE: this is particularly inappopropriate behaviour when on a 'date' and when the person without the suit jacket is your 'date'

women: lack a natural ability for the onomatopoia of firearms

since when the hell was the bold and the beautiful prime time?

sooo...adelaid.

alls i can say is don't drink the tap water.

first time on a domestic flight. and i have to say, i don't know if its just a feature of international flights, or virginblue in particular, but the air host/ess aren't as good lookin as the malaysia airways ones. not that thats relevant. but just interesting. but it could just be my aversian to fake tan. (as opposed to the fake bleach the azns adopt).

ran into mazza and hash and their dads. marion helped me with me outfit. looked like i was going to court: 'suede' heels (if one inch constitutes a 'heel') and cropped fitted blazer - as opposed to the same outfit with a cardigan and volley. overall i don't think it really made a difference. but white volleys with black tights might have looked a tad odd - there's no table - they can see your shoes.

the interview went better than monash. two interviewers. both seemed to smile (with their eyes in case you were wondering) and nod and shit. i think the fact that they were both 50/60s had something to do with it - the lay person at monash (mid 50s) seemed to like me while the other two at monash (20s) were stone face through the whole thing.

they don't identify the lay person from the faculty staff in the adelaid one unlike the monash one. it was pretty easy to tell though. one of the people was asking me specific questions about the course and the courses at other universities which barry ('bazza') couldn't have know. spoke for about 50 min.

was getting pretty woried after the interview when waiting in the 'holding pen'/'holding cell'. the two interviewers deliberate/argue till the can come to an agreement within a certain standard deviation for a score to give you. they were deliberating for approx 45 mins. if they couldn't agree i'd have to sit another interview. which i just couldn't be fucked with at that point.

got a couple of laughs out of them. bazza particularly. he asked me if i wanted a glass of water 30 min into it. at the time i through it was an odd questions. till i went to the bathroom a whole hour after the interview to see my face was bright red. i was feeling rather warm during the interview. took off my jacket and everything. was wearing a sleeveless dress - showed off a bit too much shoulder perhaps.

spoke to a couple of med students. one of them writes a blog soley on the topic of getting into medicine which i thought was rather funny (generate alot of traffic though).

when i was chattin with the other applicants in circle all commie-like one guy mentioned he was from NZ. i asked if he took advantage of duty free. he said no. i asked if he was under 18. he said no. i asked why he didn't buy booze and cigarettes. everyone stared at me. some girl started talking about perfume. why the fuck do people buy perfume duty free? as in why is perfume cheaper in airports? what kind of special tax exists on perfume that is magically lifted in airports? (not a rhetorical question, if anyone knows please tell me)

met some other guy who drives the train at the myer windows - or so he told me.

med students taught me how to play 'scattergories' - which i wasn't very good at - and some kind of 'i have a larger vocabulary than you game' - they kept using words like neurolemmings-something.... i won on the word 'paisley'. they all stared at me. somebody asked if it was a herb.

greatest word ever: recessionista

sooo. monash. was shit. 'lay' person seemed nice and interested in what i was saying and didn't seem immediately put off that i was dressed age appropriately (ie. not like a 35 year old going to court).

when the stone-faced doc-guy asked me if i'd done work experience at a hospital,
i said no, applied but they get lots of applicants.
"well, i guess thats how your learn what you don't want to do" - lay person (smiling)

took about 10-15min i would estimate on the 'detechnicalisation' which was a shocker. then interrupted doctor-guy who cut me off to ask if lay person actually understood and would like me to elaborate (which she did).

completely blanked on all the volunteering and co-curricular i've done. smacked myself in the head as soon as i walked out.

apparently i've got a 1/2 chance given that i got an interview. don't think i'll get in though. possibly cos i won't get a decent enter and probably because I didn't exube confidence and was probably wasn't concise enough. (that and I kept refering to words which i hind sight i don't think the faculty staff would have understood - she was fresh of the boat).

that and i also went something chronic over-time. apparently you have 35-40 min allocated and they spend 5-10 min deliberating. i was in there for an hour. rabbitin/minimal-responing.

oh, and i don't think they're meant to comment, but nice-smiling lady was quote "i think youve shown us that you're rather independant and doing this for the right reasons" (could have been a consolation) - the stone-face doc-guy, faculty-lady didn't look impressed with lay person throughout the whole thing for her friendliness.

oh. and ran into three people from school. sofie fan being one of them.

NOTE: i also don't think i used enough 'examples from the life of kham'.