Just Blogging Around

By boredom. 

And. I. Kid. You. Not.

I finished exam on Monday. I went out with my girlfriends straight away. We gathered in a beautiful garden in a local cafe restaurant. We sat under the beautiful sky of Como. .  

 

 

 

 

We chatted, laughed. It was a fantastic arvo.

 

 

 

 

Part of us continued our eating adventure at Hyatt Hotel – Yes! You guess it right - the buffet dinner.

                                                                                                crime-SIN! 

 

 

Girls at the crime scene.

 

 

I well spent Tuesday with Kian and other boys, on the other hand. We had vegetarian lunch instead. I tried to catch up with as much people as I can. At that point, I think I do well.

So, this is how boredom nearly killed me:
I was left with ONE whole day on Wednesday by myself to chillax. I set the alarm clock, wanting myself to sleep in till 10a.m. Failed. I woke up at 730a.m instead and I managed to clean up the house just right lunch time.

By that time, I’ve re-watched few episodes of Top Gear. I laughed all over and over again. I read quarter of Clarkson’s. I cleaned the house kitchen, again. I kept myself busy by making FEW trips in and out just to throw 3 bags of rubbish. Seriously, I had no idea what else productive I can do. For pig’s sake, this is running me nut! 

I looked at my diary, I realised I have to work on the next day. 

 

Phew~! Thank Buddha! I’m so glad! I am working tomorrow.

p/s: it is just me, or what? i wundah.

 

There you go! This is our group photo. Kalian-kalian of drug makers and drug dealers. Awesome!  ;)

 

 

Can you spot moi in this photo?

Hint: Third row from front. First from left. Looking so ‘high’.

Woohoo! It is all over now. I am so pleased, excited, happy, abit emotional too.

p/s: Am so wanna whack my School for taking such a lousy quality of photo. Ta ma deh! Is not I don’t pay enough uni fee, right? beribu-ribu aussie ringgit..and this is all they can offer?? and of course, a piece of A4 sized ‘paper’ that my parents have been wanting to show off to the whole village of Bagan Serai. ;P 

It has been awhile since I did girly thing with the girls, and I must say, going out for dinner during weeknight is awesome. 

 

  

We discussed our future–where we end up will be? what we are going to do?

From here to another end–boy friend, future husband, and the number of kids! 

 

  

We gossip, we beeyoch–which guy in our class look gay-ish; 2 of us agreed our one of the lecture simply look the yummiest! Oh-so-hawt! 

 

 

We took some photos..we talked again. Fact, we never stopped talking.  

 

 

 

 

At one particular moment, I felt like crying. I shuffled the fettucine into my mouth and I stayed quite, allowing myself to pretend happy and in the mean time, I swallowed my tears back to the throat.

Time has gone so quickly, we all are so close to another turning point in our life. After this term, everything will change.

 

 

It is pretty scary upon thinking of the future, because future is unpredictable. You don’t know what’s coming up next. But for this moment, I just want to appreciate the time we spedining together.

 

 

Girls agree to do more before cathing-ups before the last few weeks of uni. And I am really looking forward. 

 

 

This night-out does inspire me (alot), or else I won’t even be sitting here write about it, right?

Hey girlfriends! Ya’ all rock!!

 

As I promised, there will be more photos from the WAPSA Ball.

Most of the photos were taken by Kian and other friends. 

Kian and I had a great time. This is our first time attending dressing-up event, sorta.

 

  

I had no intention to attend the Ball at the beginning. First, I hate dressing up. Second, I still hate dressing up. Having mention the make-up, hair, shoes, ear rings etc etc. And girls, sometimes you get period at the wrong timing, and I hate using tampon. Nuff said for the flow visiting town. Oh yeah, and Winter fat! You know..all the fat that accumulate around the tummy, like your Land-Rover spare tyre, man! So not comfy in a ball dress. Plus the money I had to spend for the Ball.. man, bring your calculator out. Gee! Here 30 bucks, there 20 bucks…. so EXPENSIVE! I’m such an arse when I have to spend money on fashion–not (very much) my type. But, speaking of spending hundreds on kitchenware, food, Nintendo DS Lite, Wii, PS 3 … AH! That’s different story.

 

 

Laine, Mary and Me

Oh well, I was thinking, I never attened one for WAPSA, and I think I should do something before I’m done with School. Pus, my friends keep bugging me: oh well, cynthia… this is the LAST year, we aint going to see everyone much after this. True, True. I really want to see my friends more than anything else. I really want to do something nice with them. So, I guess it is worth to spend the money for a better reason.

Yep, there you go.. that partial PEER PRESSURE got me there. Peer Pressure is a bitch, damn riiiiight!

 

 

The boys. Not gay.

 

 

I didn’t took as much photos as I thought. But it was all good..at least I still manage to get Kian to take some photos with me and friends whom I speak alot. You know, even I do carry my camera around with me most of the time, is not like I can simply snap photos in lecture. Oh wish I could, really.  

The begining of the Ball was a bit slow–having old dude Page singing that ‘ABC’ song. Oh! So traditional.

Things get more and more excited then they showed the video clip James Mullet and Chris made. And guess what?? NAPSA Congress 2009 will be held in PERTH!! Here! In WA!!! I am excited! Guess what? James invited me to be the photographer!!! Yay! 2009 sounds like we still have a long way to go..but hey! It is not THAT far from us if you come to think of it. *gotta practice…gotta practice*

Now!!!! Let’s the party begin, babe~!! *phew phew*

 

 

“Mullet”

Vincent dropped by and say Hi. His hair is see-peh chioo.

 

 

And sui-char-bohs are all over everywhere.  

 

 

L*

 

 

Taking photos in the toilet.  

 

 

Elisia put plenty of effort to organise WAPSA Ball. Million of thanks, sweetie! 

 

 

 

 

 

Funny thing is, I see quite a few number of ppl from my class.. but I have no idea what’s their name.[ops!] Hey! Tak kan you want me to ask: “Hey love, what’s your name” like that meh? Abit paiseh, ok? We’ve been sitting in the class for sooo long. And they have asian names..is not that difficult to remember for me anyway. At the end of the day, I rekcon I should put more effort in talking/socialising with these people. Then again, some ppl in the class form a very isolated group among themselves. Yeah, you get what I mean, don’t you? The Chinese thingy in aussie uni ;P  It is not easy to break the ice. Yeah, way beyond my social skill effort. Oh well, at the end of the day, I just can’t be bothered to give a sh*t. Nuff say.

I love Boney’s dress. Man! These people really have long arm to go with those dresses.

 

 

Forrest*!!! I call this chick Forrest. Long story between us from Melbourne. I think she hated it for once ‘cos I always puke fun at her. But now.. we are cool. You can’t go Congress and party without her.

 

 

Chris*  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

==Photos with lectures==

Yea I know what you thinking. Sorry gals, he is taken. Me thinks. 

 

 

 Leanne

 

 

Ah! This is my all-time favourite lecture, Jeff. See!! He is not much taller than me. I don’t really like the idea of walking to him, cutting off his conversation with others, and wanting photos. Man, I just can’t help. Is like… you spotted some big time celeb like Matt Damon on the street, your brain urge you to GO! Go and Get photo! Get the memory! Yeah, he is my Jason Bourne  Jeff has been doing alot alot of work in our profession, he is very inspiring. Thou my mark in his unit always dissappoint him, I guess.  [Erm…I’m getting very emo here] 

 

 

 

 

 

Hey Geeks! Say CHEEEESE!!!  

 

 

 

Ya see, my hair wasn’t that ‘chook’ie before I gone wild on the dance floor. For lotsa people who have been asking me where I get my Cheongsam from, here it is, at Oriental Cheongsam.

I think I have enough photos for this post. :) 

xoxox

Woohoo! I’ve finished my second clinical placement. 7-weeks full time internship. Er, not really 7 weeks for me. I threw few sickies in here and there, so I guess it had been 6 weeks or so?

I have such a great time working in Gossie even there is no money coming in and filing up my broken wallet. Heck! It was all about experience, and I have a fantastic one! What else I can ask for?

Last day at work. Thank Buddha, it wasn’t all emotional. We all know we are going to see each other in real soon. Plus, I’m sick (again). My brain aint functioning well for almost everything. pfft.

Anyway… last day at second placement.

 

 

I received a few pressie from the staffy… Look! There are sunflowers everywhere–the ballon and the card. I love sunny things.. yellow=sunshine=happiness=YAYness!!  

 

 

The card got lotsa writtings from the staffy.

Preceptor: 

 

 

She is very nice. She was the one help me to get a job for my next year pre-reg. 

 

 

Best thing about her is.. *ahem*. Look at the marks she gave me. soooo wondeRRRRful, right? I just couldn’t help to save this copy of marking assessment before sending back to uni. This will be  museum collectable item in 10 years time

9/10, 10/10… oh doh! The almost perfect 99.9999% me *shiok-ness* Comment me until sooo good. I seriously kembang besar–just like the ballon.

 

 

Manager: 

 

 

 

 

Other staffy: 

 

 

We always spank each other arses.  

Looking at my photos.. need I say more about those crazy things I’ve done at work? hehe.

 

 

 

 

another one… 

 

 

 

 

Sweet

 

 

 

 

Gorgeous babe and me 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It is a card with lotsa writtings. Aw man.. I ‘ve been reading it all over and over since I got it. I briefly read thru’ the card at work ‘cos I didn’t wanna ‘cry’ at work. deep down in my heart…my tears flow like no-body-business. *what a sentimental biatch I am*

Alllllas! How can I not being touched and sentimental? They even gave me a big comfy slipper in for me as farewell. I was soo happy and excited, and guess what? I wore them once I jumped in the car, drove them all the way home. If I were permited, I probably would wear them the moment I got ‘em at work. Haha! so comfy.

 

 

and it is YELLOW!! My favourite sunshine color!

I feel soooo loved.

 

This post got me into thinking for abit.  

BOX 1: 18 or so

Ryan celebrated his 18th birthday last week. 18 is a legal number. Big deal hey. But it wasn’t for me. I have no idea what I did. I completed high school, gotten myself another kick-arse results. Dad and mum were proud of me. But I clearly remember my feeling; I was numb. It was soooo miserable for me at that time. I didn’t really know where I ended up going after that.

 

 

18 wasn’t legal in back home, I still managed to sneak into the pubs, night clubs with my college friends.  *notty*

 

 

It was another learning experience for me–transforming myself from nerd to geek(?)  

 

 

I was in Penang. I partied quite abit, except my parents weren’t there.  My dad never restrict me much, as long as I’m doing well, I am protecting myself, everything is fine.

 

  

 

 

I didn’t go thru much on my 18, if i studied abit harder, I probably won’t be sitting here doing drugs, I guess. But hey! no regrets. 

 

 

BOX 2: Twenty something.

Time flies.

I don’t mind telling people how old I am. The thing is, when you tell ppl the exact numbers, people have certain expectation from you. Especially ppl like me got baby face *cough* and it is not easy to tell my age. Once they find out, their eyes screen your head till the bottom of your toe. AH!!!! They think your age doesn’t match your face.. then the bitchness kicks in,  they will then expect you to get married by now, pregnant *touch wood*, or at least you have an unit or something.

Do all these matter? *celaka sial*

Hey! I am 20-something, so what? *yeah lahhhh! so WHAT?*

I’m going out with Kian for 6 years, I just about finish uni this yr, I’m not married yet, I haven’t buy myself a unit, no much penny in my saving account (AUD4.89 is numbers to be exact). But hey, I am happy. I’ve done quite abit. Maybe they aint outstanding achievement or anything. But everything I do, I do it well.

You see, you see..this is what I call ‘pressure’ from those stranger aunties. =.=|||

 

 

 Alas…self-denial number one here. OK, I admit. I do get worried abit. I am 20-something. I’m in love and I feel loved all the time. But still, I have nothing. Love is not bread rice,right? It wont “fuel” you up. *Chinese eats rice more than bread*

 

 

 

I don’t know where my optima optimistic  mentality had lead me to? The happy simple and contented life or the reality world that talk about money all the time? pffft

 

 

BOX 3: Nearly 30 or over.

I am not sure what’s happening down the road. I was asked by a friend, can you see yourself in 5 years time? Wau lau? You think what? I have magic eyes ah? See, another denial fact. I just don’t want to admit I’m  20-something, and I have to make important decision in my life– what to do? where to go?  Deep down, I am younger than 18. A hopeless 18. *sigh* yet happy *wink*

Hang on a sec.. general speaking, ppl in their 30s meant to be doing well in their career? what happen if they don’t? How do you actually judge your age to the society standard? Is that neccessary anyway?

The more I talk about this age thingy, the more I freak myself out.

“ONE POWER BALL FOR ME PLS!!”

BOX 4: the 40-ish.

The dude behind the mask is *ahem* 

 

 

It was a dress-up birthday party. As you can see..there is an alien walking around town. 

 

 

I never get any worrier for this 40 something thingy. My mum is in her 40s. She looks perfectly beautiful still for her age. Ppl think she is in her 30s. I am happy! I have her gene.  So, no worries myte.

 

 

Alas.. 18, 20 ish, 29, 30, 42 are all beautiful numbers. As long as you have done enough for the day, collecting the good karma, I guess we all will be fine, right?

Seriously? Seriously… Seriously!!?? Serisouly. (?)

 

Part 1 –> click here 

Location: King’s Park, Perth.

Night and day view.

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

and some fun  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lucky 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Freaking chilly Friday night.

can’t be bothered to insert any more text after posting so much photos. fingers (and brain) are all froooozen up.

For Harry Potter fans, this is SOMETHING for you.

Cheers. Have a nice weekend.