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Saturday night. Out of the blue, someone rang the door bell. Kian answered the door.

It was a girl, claiming herself that she is our neighbour.

In her broken English: “Where is THE girl? The Malaysian girl”  “The one drives a white small car?”

I sensed the girl was obviously looking for me, thou I no longer own the white small car.

“are you looking for me?”

I hurried up myself from laundry room, while looking for a short pants.

“I am your neighbour. Do you remember me?”

I opened my eyes, wide. Clearly, not.

“Er.. you are?”

“I am your neighhour. Monday is Labour Day. I have a day off. I make a small party pack for you, thanking you for fetching me to uni sometimes ago.”

She handed a plate of goodies.

“Oh dear! You don’t have to do that! It is my pleasure”

Hmm. I did fetch a few people to uni from my area when I was in uni. I totally understand how difficult it is living in Perth without a car! I always thought, might as well eh, since we all going to the same uni anyway. I shall make use the petrol.

I saw the Vietnamese rolls, man! That is my favourite! I couldn’t resist to say NO by then. Alas, ppl susah susah made it for me, might as well let me ’sapu’ everything, right?

She walked out from the shadow of light, feeling so please. I, on the other hand, just realised I almost happily ’sapu’ ppl sushi, without asking her name.

Gosh! 

p/s: Honey, don’t worry. I never picked any other boy(s) on my way to uni.

Another February.. Another Year.. I am officially one year younger! Hoooray!

Happy Birthday to me!

 

2007 has been a fantastic year for me. It was totally kick ass!
I would rather say this year ends in a rather…’romantic’ way.
 

Sunday. I went in to my work place to fix up some stuffs at work. [OK! I admit, I am a workaholic, yet I am loving it!] A female colleague who was leaving left me a note:
 

 

 

The moment I saw it, I cried. Nearly.
 

Hey Chicko, if you don’t like it in your new place, COME BACK! – I say it in an awesomely sexy way as Keira Knightly in Atonement.
 

“COME BACK .. ”
 

 Oh well, last but not least, I wish you all a very happy new year! Have another kick-arse year ahead! I know I will, again. I am looking forward for 2008! Woohoo!
 

Ok, I shall leave it as simple as it is, I have a party to go.
*mwah*
 

Remember I bought a Vmoto Milian Scooter few months ago? The chilli red cool babe? NO! It is not just cool, it is SUB ZERO!!

Couple of weeks ago, I made some ads, and posted them in local Café, few people rang. They asked bits and pieces about the scooter. The selling process was quite fun, actually.The very first person who came down to my place, and he had a look on the scooter. I loathe that dude. He is not a cutie pie, but that’s not an issue. God doesn’t make everything perfect, even I think myself is an uncertified charming piece of art work.

OK, the problem of this dude is, he had few words implanted on his forehead: I’M FATTER THAN YOUR FARM HOG. See, he starts to complain the scooter two strokes engine is not powerful. p/s dude, scooter is made for human being, not for brainless crawling mammal like you.

I refused to sell my scooter for him. I said nothing technical about scooter; meanwhile I implanted few words back on my forehead: PISS OFF! I’M NOT SELLING MY BABE TO YOU! NOT OVER MY DEAD BODY.Hell! That’s lotsa words when you come to think of it. Yes, I try to fit everything in a small space.

Kian think I am a bit mean. It is the money after all. See, my problem is, it is NOT all about the money. It is dignity and pride. I won’t “foster” my babe to an unhappy home. After all, you gotta believe there is a soul in every piece of engine.Bitch.

Anyway, I sold my babe last week, 2 days before Christmas Day.It went to a nice chap. He bought it for his girlfriend. The first thing he said when he saw the scooter: “OH! What a beauty!” That instant chemistry told me the family will love my scooter. That’s it! I am selling it for him. 

He didn’t even ride on it. We shake hands. Done deal.

Nice and easy.

It was collected by his friend. He couldn’t fit into my red L-size helmet so he had to use his own one. Turn out, he looks like a Daff Punk who ride on my ex-babe. 

Love it.

From South West of West Australia road trip holiday. OH! To be more specific, we travelled down to Bunbury, Busselton, Margaret River etc. I have more juicy details and yummie photos to feed you guys later.

The driving was great! I speed cautiously and carefully, bringing home with plenty of holiday-after thoughts. 

 

Here are some thoughts associated with the news I’ve seen when I was away. 

 

That David Beckham fink.
If you watch his interview in telly, upon questioning session, he was asked: Do you like Australia? He answered, of course “Yes, I like it. I will bring my family back here.”
[So predictable.]
At that point when he replied, his smile was fake, with a slight blink of his eyes. Of course. You bloody liar! Of course Mr Beckham! 4 days trip in Aussie, you make 2.5million bucks thru’ selling armpit-smell like perfume. 

And of course Mr Beckham, you do like to get your ass kicked by the Aussie B-league soccer players. 5-3 to be exact. Of course Mr Beckham.
One word to sum up the whole Beckham scenario: QUEER. 

 

I watched i-Robot the other night.
I am wondering: if we all going to use a robot to work for us in the future..great! Robot doesn’t come with virus, herpes, Chlamydia so on and so forth. Surely, it won’t create any medical epidemic in the country. The best thing is, unlike the chink, they certainly won’t ruin your marriage. How cool is that?

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 

Woo hoo! Finally! Last placement. Ever. *deep breath*

It was all good.

 

 

I made them a photo frame with everyone photos in it, including the flower from JT and scones from ET. I can’t left the food behind after all, yeh? *wink*

 

 

Again and again, I am very lucky to work a bunch of nice people. They are alot matureer than me. At first, I was abit nervous. I wasn’t sure if we all will get along. But, my prediction always went wrong. We all clicked so well. They share their life experience with me.  Where they used to work, parenting experiences, relationship, cooking, sex life *ahem*. Nice — in Borat’s stylo.

 

 

The questions I got asked the most were : How’s thing going when you work with Kian?  How does it look like? Did you guys ‘DO’ it? Did you guys kiss?

We both think it was abit weird at the first, espcially during the first day. We both woke up in the morning. He went to work at 9am. I meet him at work after half an hour. We both work together. Erm..

But we get along very well. It IS exactly like doing cooking together in the kitchen. When I chop the vege, Kian puts the butter away. When Kian does the dishes, I put the other lot of dishes away. When I clean up the mess, he cleans the bin.Perfect. 

For the last 2 questions. He kissed me forehead. Yes, I was tired. I dealt with grumpy customer. The “DO” part? NEH! Didn’t get to go THAT far. A bit dissapointed, but nevermind.   

 

 

I have plenty of wonderful moments. I am pleased. I don’t give a damn so much about how much I learn in a clinical placement. I believe every students like us will somehow learn abit from here and there. For me, ultimately it is all about getting along well with people and having FUN!

 

 

Gerald provided me heaps of guidances during my placementship. We chatted alot. He laughed his head off when I told him my meet-the-parents experience. He told my School Unit Coordinator that I am very cheecky.

 

 

The best thing about my job is talking to people (!) Yay.–> so that I don’t need to stay infront of the computer all day like a bloody nerd *ngek*

 

 

Another best part of the placementship was one of Gerald’s old friend baked a whole big tube of chives and cheese scones for me!!!!! Seriously yummie. I was absolutely touched. [chao1 ji2 gan3 dong4] I was only for the 6th weeks after all. I feel sooo loved. uH!

 

 

 

 

 

It was so good, it was so BOM-CHICKA-WAH WAH!!

 

For more:
First clinical rotation placement — SJOG Subiaco
Second clinical rotation placement — Chemmart Extra

 

Placebo is a newsletter of National Pharmacy Student Association (NAPSA). It get published every two months to all the branches of Pharmacy Student Association in Australia.

I don’t usually pay much attention to Placebo. However, Volume 12, Issue 2 2007 is an exception. I even collected few copies, sending them home for my mum, aunties. Very exciting, yeh?

 

 

Why so exciting? Because, nearly 99% of the photos from NAPSA Congress 2007 (Melbourne) in this particuar issue was taken by me! I was so happy to see my photos too! 

And …and… *drum roll*

Placebo featured me in this issue (!!!)  The very last page, editor Rhyan Stanley used up quater of the page, saying Thank You to me.*so moved wanna cry*

 

 

I never expected such a big Thank You..I just do what I love, and for those whom I love.

I must admit, this is the ONLY Placebo I’m keeping and flipping thru’ the most. All the memories and experience..simply priceless! 

To view this issue of Placeco,or to count how many times my name and face popped out in this issue,  CLICK HERE ;P

I chew my nails when I’m stressed. Or it is my bad habbit since I was young. I tried almost every products and methods to stop myself from chewing nails, but nah, it is just not happening. It is an on-off habbit. I don’t chew nails on Summer and Winter holiday, yeah..’cos nothing much to stress about during happy holiday. I chew almost everything off when I have exams coming up.

Wherever, whenever..just like those smokers–you light up a ciggi when you are waiting for a people/cab, stressing out,  watching movie (provided ciggarate is not banned in cinema).. And yeah..restless leg syndrome is abit like that as well-these ppl shake their leg ALL the time. The later is more like a pathological and medical problem.

 

 

Those were my nails when I gone crazy. It can be as short as few milimeters!! It is very painful. It stings when I wash my hands, or even when I dry my hand under drier. It is like some kinda of neuroceptic pain.  I always deeply regreted it after.. but my guilt doesn’t stop me from chewing nails either. *I don’t understand myself either*

My excuse is: alas! Better than those people who addict to nicotine or dexy, riiight? *alasan*

 

 

For this point of time, before I start chewing my nails again. [Yeah, I’m stressing out over here.] So, I decided to put on whole set of acrylic nails (again). I tried this before, its efficacy sustained abit longer. At least, unlike those chemical product, man! They are so bitter!! Some of them even contain chemical that make you nausea!! Too bad, I get used to the taste pretty quickly. *sigh*

 

 

So, I am the one started setting fire on my own arse, right? Therefore, I have to tanggung all the consequences by myself. One of the shitty things is, I can’t type on mobile phone keypad as much I usually do. *cheepiet* It is abit painful, and really, I don’t want to break my newly put on acrylic nail. If the new fake nail drops off, the pain lagi kill me!

 

 

Another problem is: wearing and removing  contact lenses is a b*tch! Look at this photo…and if you do wear contact lenses..imagine there is a piece of plastic contacting your cornea… dot dot dot. Geli right?

 

 

Anyhoo, when I have acrylic nail one, it certainly ‘upgrade’ me abit. I can say this to Kian: Ney! can you throw the rubbish pls, I have my acrylic nails on. Can you pls do my dishes pls? Can you pls help me to do this and that, this and that pls..and that! and that! and this…..yeah, because I have acrylic nails, honey. *insert puppy eyes* :P

 

 

At the end of the day, I really don’t like the idea of chewing nail and then using acrylic nails to fix this problem of mine. This scenario is exactly like those ppl who abuse drugs, and have had to go to rehad to get rid of that sh*t. Sigh..at the end of the day, if I won’t want to go thru’ this problem, why on earth, Cynth, you started at the first place? am asking myself.

*itchy arse*

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.