Cynthia Foo

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!

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