Before I scare off my newer guests, I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Christina, most people call me either Chris, Chrissy, Tin and Itin. Mind you, the last two are strictly only to be used by Indonesian friends who are close to me (just because I hate random strangers who act like you're their BFF). Oh and I'm not trying to be racially exclusive there, it's just that 99% of the time it will sound funny if you attempt to pronounce them - especially if you're not erm, phonetically Indonesian.
Moving on now, I live in Australia in the great city of four seasons, Melbourne. Been here for almost 10 years now so I guess this is home (although lately it has not been very homey due to my good friends being physically far away...but that's another issue altogether) I live by the waters facing the west so it's bloody hot come afternoon (meaning I can't oversleep in peace as I'll end up waking up covered in sweat...ick)
I am to commence work next week as a Graphic Designer/Marketing Coordinator (yeay I am two in one) at an Engineering consulting company and I so need to brush up on proper business/technical writing skills. Now I hope I haven't given out too much information there, now that you know a little more about me please don't stalk me. Not that I'm implying you have that kind of intentions of course...but er...whatever, you know what I mean.
That being said, I only have less than four days now before work begins. And in the meantime, there is so much to do. Namely business cards and other random design projects I've set for myself. It's the Chinese New Year period now but it doesn't really feel that way... or rather, I'm not really in the spirit of celebrating. For various reasons that I'd rather not disclose right now, maybe later down the future (there you go, incentive for you to keep coming back here). I guess this is it for now, I'll leave you with part of a lyric from a song I'm listening to right now. I'd dedicate this to an old good friend of mine if I could.
Should I decide it's true
That you would leave me given half the chance to go
And I'd be left here on my own to find myself in bed
Wishing everything that changed would be the same...
William Fitzsimmons - It's Not True
No comments:
Post a Comment