Just Blogging Around

Ever since my entire dear neighbourhood knew Kian went away for few days, they keep approcahing me with this question.

I ‘was’ OK, not until everyone keep asking me.. and I start sensing my loneliness even more than ever.

How pathetic is that?

4 days? 6 days? 8 days? Errrr. Moi is such a looser. I don’t dare to sleep in the dark. I’m afraid someone knock on my house door in the  middle of the night. I feel like drinking a whole bottle of Asti, and sing “Ji4 Mo4 Nan2 Nai4″ over my pathetic soul.
Gah! I should pay more attention on my work and studies. *boh lok yong* (Useless in Hokkien)

p/s: I salute you people who living by yourself. How you people manage to do that? Gawddamnit.

p/p/s: OK. Im over it. Back to work.

Kian took my camera with him. I took few interesting photos with my mobile. The problem is, I can’t upload them because I can’t fine the what-ever card connection. Consequently, no photos till he gets back in Town, which is going to be another few more days. Accidentally, I might be spending Chinese New Year alone, too. Great!

I feel this is so not ‘Cynthia’ for having NO photos in the post. OK. At the end of the day, I must admit I do suffer slight ‘camwhore’ syndrome. Happy?

I don’t really feel like being home alone, so far. strangely.

Dab, I have two goldfishes. For the first time, I remember to feed them. Check your email. I defined Aussie Culture clearly. You will be impressed.

Fish Fish, being home alone is actually OK. There is so much lesser laundry to do. Not much cooking to be done. I cooked a dish the other day - vege and chicken. It lasted me THREE meals!! Holy cow. Single life is not THAT bad after all. For time being, I would say so. But, I miss Kian’s cuddle so badly. He blankets me every night. He kisses my forehead before I go to sleep. For all the sudden, I have to ’sendiri makan sendiri’. Mannn.

May..probably. You know the best, I guess. I don’t feel ‘alone’ much. I work thru’ out the long weekend. Each night, I go lepaking for abit with my friends. By 10-ish, I’m in my bed, reading book. Or else, I put my legs up, watch more Top Gear. Classic.

Day Dreamer, I was always alone since I was 15. I moved out from parents. G! This reminds me that ageing is kicking in. Damn. ;P

Oh! Today is public holiday. It was Australia Day last Saturaday. I didn’t go down to the Foreshore to watch the skywork. So, lady and gentleman, please allow me to say this out loud: Aussie! Aussie! Aussie! OI! OI! OI!

niiice
 

 930pm
“I drop my uniform off in the middle of the living room as soon as I walk into the house.
Turning on the telly. Australia Open.  Drooling over Roger Federer while having greasy take-away.
T-shirt bra and Paul Frank undie.
Long chilly shower in the middle of summer night. Trying to recall the lyrics of Mr.Brightside.
 Top Gear. Super cars. Muscle cars. Jezza. Hamster. Captain Slow. And the Stig.
Jumping  into my bed. Read Clarkson’s.
Waiting for the mobile to beep. “

Is this what we call single’s life? Erm.
If you are wondering, the answer is NO.

Kian is not in the Country.  That’s all.

I had to do a very short filming yesterday as part of the promotional material for National Pharmacy Student Association (NAPSA) Congress 2009, Perth. 

Location: Fremantle.

The unprepared line (script):

Hi everybody! My name is Cynthia. I am the Logistic Chair for Congress 2009. My favourite thing(s) about Perth is the culture.

therefore, I took a random test on net. Partially because I want to doze myself to bed with boring stuff like this . The test was all about  ”Whats Your Horoscope?” *I know, this is hell gay*

These are the result..

• Abstract thoughts. ==> er, not really.
• Loves reality and abstract. ==> yes, I agree
• Intelligent and clever. ==> if you say so. but I personally don’t reckon.
• Changing personality. ==> neh
• Attractive. ==> in what way? A cups? Not really either.
• Sexy. ==> ask Kian.
• Temperamental. ==> sorta. sometimes.
• Quiet, shy and humble. ==>HELL YEAH! 
• Honest and loyal.==>I tell only white lies. loyal, yes!! 
• Determined to reach goals. ==>VERY.
• Loves freedom.==> That’s for sure. who doesnt?
• Rebellious when restricted.==> 100% me!
• Loves aggressiveness.==>  no way. i like the gentle-ness as baby little lamb. 
• Too sensitive and easily hurt.==> sometimes. 
• Gets angry really easily but does not show it.==> neh. it’s not hard to read my face.
• Dislikes unnecessary things.==> TRUE! buy only when I need, not when I want
• Loves making friends but rarely shows it. ==>do I?
• Daring and stubborn.==>daring? neh. I am a typical chicken shyte head. Stubborn? YESSS!
• Ambitious.==> HAHA! This is a joke or what?
• Realizes dreams and hopes.==>oh well, you have to dream and hope in your life in order to keep you going, right?
• Sharp.==>cleary! NOT. moi is as blunt as a karat(ed) penknife
• Loves entertainment and leisure.==> who doesn’t? for pig’s sake.
• Romantic on the inside not outside.==>me romantic on the OUTSIDE too!
• Superstitious and ludicrous.==> nope
• Spendthrift.==> if i got the mohney. why not? the sadest thing is, I don’t!
• Tries to learn to show emotions.==> yes, especially with new people. I must get ppl to read me. don’t know why.

As a conclusion, the result is not 100% correct.Oh well, you tell me if you wanna beg the differences. But the process surely sedative enough to knock me off to  bed.

Good night.

Hello and Welcome !!!
 Happy 2008, everybody! How’s your day going?  I hope you already had a good start since the first day of new year.
 

For me, 2008 doesn’t actually start until last Saturday. Yes, not until I finally cleaned up the mess all over the place on my desk at work. I’m so proud.
 Note to GNA, if you reading this, I will keep your words in my mind: never stay back at work.
New Year, New Lesson. *nice* 

 These are some photos from New Year Eve night out with a bunch of smart-ass amigos. We went Broken Hill Hotel for NYE. I like it there a lot – cosy-ness, cheap drink, safe place to club. Personally, any night out in suburb is preferable over Northbridge.
 Some photos to share with you folks: 

We were given some party packs(stuffs), which we ended up gone crazy with.
 Kian and me, obviously. “oh..so sweet…” I can hear you saying that. I know, very sweet. Obviously. *wink*
 

We meet some new people down there as well. It was all great fun. I hear so much good stuff about these people, abut I never really meet them in real life.
 Accroding to the sequence from left to right: Smartest –> Smarter. *pause* A total no-brianer.
 

I couldn’t help thinking food, sex, and alcohol are still the best topic in the world of socialism. Shall I say it again, food, sex, dru alcohol == great stuffs!

 NO! I wasn’t look very impressed at all. Apparently, Johnny Boy was trying to touch my nen-nen (boobs). Moi on the other hand, was trying to strangle him with my right hand, and using my left arm to protect my nipple! Wahaha! It is all part of the joke, anyway. You can tell Kian was laughing his head off over our craziness. p/s: certainly not THE drunkenness.