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  alynna On the 3rd of November 1988, a baby was highly eager to see the world but now wishes she can just snuggle under her quilt and sleep the days away... That's me. I'm nineteen, Malaysian but studying down under now in Brisbane. Get ahold of me: (CURRENT) Australia: +61413852698
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Events ahead:
12th - 20th December China trip 2nd January KL-Taipei-LA-Sacramento The Fall: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 So-called poetry: Timeline Cupid's arrow is missing a target Untitled Hating to love you Pass the heart Bitter escape Take me home Trust The mates: Alysha Averdim AZN geek Dwayne Emcee David Heng Kai Ian Liew Kuan Chien Kyels Max Merv Sa-chan Swifty The Zebra Trinity Vincent Lighter reading: Angelique Black Jetta David LeBovitz Dawn Eyeris Fire Angel Hantu Bola Joyce the Fairy Kenny Sia KY Linus Linnaeus Liz Loong Michael Ooi Overheard in New York Red Marbles Timothy (B. Stewie) Viewtru Wanster Heavier stuff: A Beautiful Revolution Abby Adam Bar Maid Deirdre Karen Cheng Lorcan Minishorts Otto Post Secret Su Ann Suanie Waiter Rant Yasmin Ahmad Yuen Ai  
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The episode of the burnt porridge To all the cooking noobs out there like me: do NOT get distracted while attempting to make something edible. I was making myself porridge when I decided to start on another equally important task and then the smell hit me. Mmm.. I can almost taste the yummy in my tummy Korean beef rice porridge... Wait.. didn't I put the lid on the saucepan? SHIT!! Run, run, run into the kitchen to find my precious porridge overflowing onto the not-so-clean stove, the lid still on and the fire on full blast, thanks to my impatience. Arghhh... Well, at least all the marks came off, and I still have the biggest bowl of porridge ever (yay, it's not burnt!), so big that it puts the Father Bear's (remember THAT childhood story?) meal to shame. It's not real porridge since it came out of a damn packet, but it sure as hell beats anything else I could have for lunch, except Korean noodles, which I only skipped cause it's a roasting day and spicy noodles will be a killer. Bet you guys have got a yummier lunch though, hmmph! Right now, I'm blogging while having lunch cause I have to turn on nerd mode fully later for another test on Saturday. :( And after that test, I have another two essays to write. Can someone just kill me now? Your consolation is that even if you do kill me, you're still not as heartless as the people who make assignments and exams compulsory, yay. :P It looks like I can't make it to any of those 2 parties on Saturday. How sad. Instead I'll be sitting in my room, trying to conjure up bullshit that'll pass off as an excellent essay. And the night might just get worse if Ryan decides to come home drunk again. Hmmph, this time he can try to climb over the balcony door cause I am not opening the garage door from him. He can go ahead and make a crapload of noise that'll wake his mom up and compel her to bash him in. :P Today's going sooooo slowlyyyyyyyyyy... I think the days always do when you're stuck in a rut. :P Alright, fine, I'm going to try and go against those genes and stop procrastinating... Talk about going against the impossible.
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