Hello!
So Sunday just ended very peacefully, except Benny was pissing me off with his doggy acts. Stayed in with the family and had a great laugh over dinner. I was literally laughing & crying at one of my infamous gags. Anyway, cant help it but yeah.. Cause sometimes i don't understand why I'll make myself sound funny or look stupid in the public. It's just me being me. oh well /straight face.
Another thing of me, I am really anal when comes to bad scent. I never understand why some restaurants had to have wet wooden smell or i called it, a dusty smell. Worst is, I am really really really very paranoid of eating at dirty food stalls, especially on a rainy day and there are drains just right beside your table. Another main reason would be because I am really afraid of cats, imagine dirty brown cat with black strips passing by your legs and oh my God, i can't continue. The minute I put my hands on the table, I could feel that the bacterias are happily migrating to my body parts... anyway, I NEED TO SKIP THIS TOPIC *feeling really dirty naooo!
So I lodged my application for a tourist visa of a year to Australia. I am so excited, this is my yearly achievement/goals and I always wanting to do this,with much more guts, new discoveries and bla. I spent most of my time thinking what I'm going to do there, whether I should save on food or stuff myself with burgers fish&chip platters, and the amount of clothes,bags and shoes I'm bringing. I even imagine myself spending Sunday at the park, feeding birds and have picnic ( one of my classic unglam fav! ). Walking down Sydney street looking for jobs,pretending that I'm lost, taking pictures of the culture and video cam everything i want to share! Or buy really cheap furniture from some second hand shop/flea market and decorate my mini apartment with recycle items, paint the walls with my fingers.
And best part of it all is, I am enrolled (er..half enrolled) to an event training school. I'll be doing Events for 3 months, which means I'll be an event management graduate officially(yes, with a certificate. so no more "illegally" accepting projects!And the chances to enter bigger companies will be on the tip of my nails!)
I can't believe I'm going back to school after I left last year and this is an easier one though I'll be in oversea, everything will be more in a practical basis so I guess it's gonna be just fine for me. Yes, I'm missing school days and scoring 3.95 CGPA in marketing back then! ahhhh.. one of my proudest moment but I dropped college because they failed to accept my deferment and asked to pay for the tuition fee (I wasn't even with them on that semester) else I can't take my result slip and transfer to another school. So obviously, I was stupid to give up the whole course because of their poor management but of course I was furiously mad about it and I have been influenced by what the older successful friends told me not to waste time since I have the minimal experience already and bla.
Talking bout this, I have to go and claim for my credit transfer. I hate it a lot when I happened to realize how things are taking me for granted or literally wasting our money and at the end of the day , I have nothing to acknowledge me or proof to my knowledge/ability. PFft. Do you understand?
I shallzzz not continue the 7th paragraph. Anyway, I wish to come up with more picture postings so this blog wouldn't look dull. My sister mentioned to me that she read my blog but she has to stop because there's too many words. Guess perhaps I just can't fascinate blog readers with colourful updates like " today, I went to chatime cause I was craving for Passion fruit QQ ... so on and so forth.. ". I just can't hold myself from typing out my thoughts instead of telling whatever that happened in a day. My old blogs have always been emotionally posted and I came up with really emo quotes that can make one cry. lol.
PS, I CAN'T STOP HOLDING ON A KEY WHILE I TYPE BECAUSE I THOUGHT THE ALPHABET WILL CAPITALIZED ITSELF IF I HOLD ON IT. THE EFFECT OF OVERUSED BLACKBERRY KEYPADS!
till then! x
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