Yes, I'm home. :) After a very stupid episode of me thinking that I had lost my air ticket, I'm actually back in Malaysia. It's hot, but I know I haven't yet experienced the worst. Coming from winter in Brisbane to Malaysia's everyday hot and rainy is a drastic change I'm gonna take a few days to adapt to.

Also, I've been feeling like a complete tub of lard here. In Australia, I always feel average, which is of course, normal. When I come back here, I feel like the scales are about to break if I step on them, my whole family manages to take swipes at me, including my 3 year old sis, and I actually feel like I shouldn't wear some of the stuff I wear in Brisbane.

But after 2 seconds of... umm.. 'careful' thought, fuck that. I like my spaghetti tops too much to let them go. And one of the main things I always look forward to about home is the food. Mmm.. give me oily, fatty char kueh teow any day over a garden salad with no dressing. :)

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Just before I left Brissy, I was tagged by Ivan and Kristine here, but I was too tired to do it and I had to pack. Here it is, just as I promised. :)

4 jobs I would stink at:

A model (for obvious reasons)

An engineer (I easily failed Physics and suck at Math)

A doctor (I'm not good at any of the Sciences actually)

A political scientist (I think that if I get a credit for this subject, I'll be extremely thankful)

4 nicknames I'm making up for myself:

Alynna (yes, it's a nickname)

and that's all I can think of

4 movies I can watch over and over:

White Oleander; it's depressingly pretty-ful

The Matrix; it's the first cool movie that rocked everyone's socks off

Sepet; how much more Malaysian and romantic can you get?

Sliding Doors; there's something about romantic movies with English humour.

4 alcoholic beverages I enjoy from time to time:

Tequila. Screw the worm.

Vodka Cruisers - best girly drinks

Smirnoff, because any of their variants are gooddd

Whatever beer there is, preferably Hoegaarden or Stella

4 fantastic destinations I would like to go to on vacation before I pass out:

London - malt loafs and melting butter? Hell yes.

Hong Kong - shopping paradise

Melbourne, which will be beautiful once I turn 18. Oh yes. ;)

Singapore - the neighbour I haven't visited in yonks

4 things I would love to do on weekends:

Go out for coffee with friends like any coffeeholic

Watch a movie that doesn't piss me off

Read a good book

Swim and not care about anyone or anything whilst underwater

4 celebrities I would like to go on a big date with:

.... I'm actually stuck at this one. =.= X 10000

Adam Brody (THE Seth Cohen)

Benjamin McKenzie (of course, THE Ryan Atwood)

Tom Welling who sizzles in Smallville

Chad Michael Murray - I just threw him in cause he's hot. =P

See, the question is asking about celebrities, not everyday people. I'd rather the latter, really.

4 objects I could not live without:

My wallet - no $$$, no talk?

My cell phone (oh yeah, my number in Malaysia is +60173145184)

My clothes, because I don't like the idea of being arrested for indecent exposure

My laptop with all my favourite music

4 gadgets I do not have, which i would like to have:

Anything that beats the iPod video

Sony Vaio laptop (sleekkkkk)

Any camera that can own smashp0p's ;)

That sweet machine that prints the pounds. As in the currency.

4 "poor souls" tagged:

Averdim

Trinity

Sa-chan

Kyels

So... last night...

Err... it was interesting. :P

Ryan's (not my housemate) in 3rd year and cause he's graduating this semester, Joanne, Michael and I had a Japanese dinner with him in the city. Also, I was too broke to afford steamboat with Mabel and the others. Lol. After the obligatory Starbucks (Joanne would've shot us if we refused to go there), Ryan was too tired so we left the city, and Joanne went off for a movie with her boyfriend.

Initially, I had cancelled out on Ali's party cause I thought that I'd probably be spending the entire night with them. Since there was a major change in our non-existent plans, I headed off to the party. Haha, first one to greet me was Caz, who quite strategically, was chatting on the balcony. Yay, I feel loved. :)

Whoa, there was a whole bunch of people I didn't expect plus a whole bunch of randoms. Though I eventually found out one of them wasn't even random; he was just one of my schoolmates who had grown in height and hair length.

=.= X 1000000

Well, I went there with a plan. Yes, a plan. The plan was 'I'm gonna get home by 12 am to pack and I don't give a shit if I don't sleep". I had with me my 2 Hoegaardens and 1 Smirnoff Double Black. That's all I was planning to drink, I swear. BUT within 10 minutes of getting there, I already had 2 tequilla shots and 1 Cowgirl shot.

Woohoo, did you see my plan which swum around in the toilet bowl for awhile and then disappeared into the sewerage? :P

I'll attempt to put last night into point form cause I can't think straight now. Alcohol's still swimming happily in the system.

 I think I spent the whole night just talking to people, drinking, laughing. That's good so I won't miss them while I'm home. Haha, just kidding, guys. :)

 While I was talking to.. umm.. someone, I don't remember who, Darryl tried hiking up my dress with his foot while he laid on the bed. That is, until I took hold of his foot and started giving him a 'foot massage'.

 I found out that I'm missing out on Death Cab For Cutie performing in July. Noooooo! I am going to hate myself for not agreeing to go to that gig with the guys earlier.

 Karen greeted me with a scream and a 'I know you said you didn't ever wanna see me drunk again so this might be a bad time!' Mmhmm!

 Everyone liked my dress! Lol, did I mention it was going for 5 dollars in the Gold Coast?

 Tequilla tastes pretty shit without the lemon/lime. In fact, I had two shots without them and I felt like running off to hug the toilet bowl. Note to self and you guys: next time this happens, drink lots of water.

 One more guy can testify to me being a bad kisser. I woke up in the morning on the sofa and literally, I couldn't remember his name. I'm trying hard to call what was the fricking dare that irked me that much.

 Ya know, when the font is smaller, it means 'don't read', not squint your eyes to the max. Hehehe.

 I met a guy last night who was impressed that I actually like beer. I know, I know, I still love my girly drinks but beer isn't too bad. Really.

 There was a guy's belt under my pillow this morning and I was cracking up as I told Ali that I certainly did not go that far last night.

 I had 7 shots, a beer, two rum and colas, and I drank from a Cowboy bottle. I didn't barf and I'm not hung over this morning. Looks like if they really are planning to get me completely off my face on my 18th, they're gonna have to spend A LOT of money.

 A little note to Karen: love yourself more. I think you're a wonderful person. Heh, I didn't score Ellen's rather sexy, Hot with a capital H, half-Japanese guy (who really is more Aussie than anything), but then again, I've accepted that naturally, every straight guy will have the hots for Ellen. Whether or not he likes her is a completely different matter, hmm?

 I forgot about my packing the entire night. I didn't end up catching the bus home, the regular service, or the one meant for drunkards and stoners in the middle of the night. I don't even remember how I ended up on the sofa.

 I remember sitting there on the floor as the guys talked about sex. What the? Actually, I think I'm rather glad I don't recall the details.

 Every party venue should have a balcony. It's good to clear your head with some air, even with the smokers standing right next to you.

 Ryan (housemate) will be happy to know that he can have that 1 Hoegaarden and Smirnoff that I didn't finish last night. *grumble* :P

 Ali covered me with a blanket and when I woke up, I wanted to help to clean up but it was already done. I swear, what would we do without Ali and his parties?

Alright, I think that's enough coverage of the party. I'll update the drinking log later cause I'm really tired. I still need to pack. Argh! I can't believe I'm flying home tonight. Whatttt? Oh crap, I got tagged too. I forgot. Umm... when I get home, I'll do it! Promise, promise, promise. :)

Or maybe I'll do it when I'm procrastinating my packing.

I told you, stop reading the words in smaller font! *wink*

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BROTHER, BEN

AND MY COUSIN, MABEL!

I finally made it to uni at 11:50 pm and ran all the way to my cousin, Mabel's residential college. We lighted the candles, knocked on the door and when she opened it, we started singing happy birthday. Nineteen! :) The usual candle-blowing, cake cutting, distributing and eating.

 

There was more of us there, but they had exams and turned in early. When I get those pictures, I'll post them up. :)

I slept over at their college, and only returned home this morning. We're going for steamboat tonight as well. Lol, so much for not celebrating, girl!

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This one's for Ivan. *wink*

I also met up with Mike. We were scheduled to meet at Coffee Club by 2 pm, but by 2:20ish, I was about to fall asleep on the table (I've been sleep-deprived), so I smsed him and told me to sms me if he wasn't coming; otherwise, I'd see him soon. Five minutes later, he calls to tell me he has overslept. Lol, long story there, but we finally decided to meet up for dinner.

Digression: Before that, I rushed off to get Mabel and Yi Feng's (my lil bro's girl) presents and the birthday cake. My jeans and shoes got completely drenched due to Brisbane's dreadful continuous rain and me being dumb by.. umm.. 'washing' my jeans after spilling stuff on it. Don't ask. I decided that despite my buttoned coat to hide my jeans that were dropping to reveal almost everything due to its weight from the water, I couldn't take it anymore. So now, I've got a new miniskirt and slippers. I swear I didn't intend to spend more money! At least they're comfy. *grumble* :P

I walked to Hungry Jack's to meet Mike at 5 after picking up the cake. I didn't read his sms beforehand; therefore I had no clue that he was the guy in the 'black jumper and black cap'. Lol! Bet he thought I was ignoring him when I walked straight past him. Oops. :P He came up to me, introduced himself and we headed off to Starbucks to have a good chat.

What's weird about meeting Mike is I've only read less than 5 of his posts before this. I doubt if he's read any, lol. So random doesn't exactly cut it. Try stranger meeting stranger. Then Joanne called out to me. Explaining to her that this was the first time I've met Mike too was rather... complicated. Let's just say that we had a good laugh about this afterwards. I think this won't be the last time I'm meeting Mike around Brisbane. :) Bet we'll meet before the Merdeka celebration. Ivan, you're next! Haha. Maybe this time, we'll actually read each other's blogs before meeting up.

Oi, I was called a 'blog addict' last night. I can't decide if that's flattering, or an insult. I'd much rather think of it as.. uh.. a fact. Tee-hee.

No, I haven't packed. How? :( Someone do that funny thing Tonks did to pack Harry's trunk. I don't really care if my socks don't fold themselves!

I've been hopping from one real estate agency to another. Is it me or do most of them have this 'lan si' (up themselves) look about them? Well, I'm glad not all of them are, 'cause I'm obviously serious about looking for a place. When I'm walking out the door of another real estate agency with a sealed deal, they're gonna wish they were nicer, more helpful, and had removed that pole stuck so far up their arse they had to use tongs to get them out earlier.

Now where was I? Yes, looking for a place.

The thing is, I've just realised that I might have a bit of a problem with signing the tenancy agreement because I'm still not legal yet. That means I'm gonna have to somehow pull my uncle in and make him sign in. I have nine properties to inspect by Saturday. I have to consider location, whether it is furnished, cost, etc. I need to somehow decide, and hand over the deposit before I leave, which by the way, is on Saturday night.

Reminder to self: It's impossible to leave without packing. Shit.

Alright, my blog's gonna be a bit quiet, I suppose. At least till I get home on Sunday morning. If it's not, that means I'm procrastinating my packing and someone ought to shoot me. In the meantime, if you haven't voted on the hair issue, please do so on my side panel. :) I reassure you that your vote counts. Lol, if you feel so strongly about one style, go and vote some more then. Though I've been told a pixie cut wouldn't suit me cause my face is long. Awww... it's true, but.. ISH!

A final letter before I go:

Dear Ah Mike,

I hope when you meet me tomorrow, you're not expecting a typically skinny, soft-spoken Asian chick who eats half a bowl of rice. I stopped being skinny six years ago, I was never soft-spoken (Trinity, you can testify), and I don't remember the last time I ate half a bowl of rice. Well, maybe I have done so, after finishing one or two.

It's never too late to sms me to cancel. And I won't hold a grudge or even get the slightest bit mad. :)

Cheers,

Alynna

I know you guys wanna help me out, right? Pretty please with cherries on top? ;) Vote on my side panel what I should do with my hair! I'm kinda stuck. I've never had my hair this long and it's growing on me (well, literally, and not so literally) cause I've always wanted to have long hair, but it's very hard to manage. I have really thin hair and they get tangled very easily.

Perming/colouring is out of the question, unless I want to be disowned. Straightening would be the stupidest move ever because like I said, thin hair. Since last year, I've wanted to go short as well. Talk about indecisive, hey? Well, I have this habit which is always regretting cutting my hair after it's done. EVERY time. So at least this time, I'll know what you guys think would look decent and I won't blame you guys for it cause in the end, it's my decision to make. :)

If you have a brighter idea on what I should do, leave a comment on this post. If you're a Photoshop junkie and have time to fix up pictures of me with the various hairstyles, yay! Leave a comment as well! I'd really appreciate it. :) Wow, if only every hairdresser offers this!

Well, what are you waiting for? :) Vote, vote!

Oh, I think my exam went well... If I ignore the fact that I had about 100 words for every question and we were told to write 250. :P It's not that I didn't have enough time, but it was all I could write, based on what I studied the entire night with the help of my best friend, Wikipedia. Really, the lecturer DID say that it's quality, not quantity...

Alright, there goes my credit. Well, I shall take comfort in knowing that I passed.

On a happier note, my exams are over! YAY! *throws imaginary confetti in the air* I would sing and dance if it wasn't for the fact that I'm sick and in bed on a gloomy, rainy day. Stupid flu. Bugger. I just knew there was a reason why I shouldn't have slept on the sofa that morning without my quilt!

Ooh, have you ever heard that vodka is a cure-all? But then again, would I seriously give a shit if it wasn't? Hehe. *looks at clock* Damn, it's not even 11 in the morning, and I feel like I want to just sleep the whole day away. Trinity, I swear I meant to look for our new place today! I got on the bus and hid away in the shopping centre a bit for the rain to die down but it didn't. :( I'll do it tomorrow, promise promise. Or later, if the sky brightens up a little.

That's the thing with Brissy weather! Everyone reckons it's got the most gorgeous weather ever, but it doesn't. When it rains here, it rains continuously. The entire day, and possibly the next few days. Bloody depressing. And when it doesn't rain, well.. it doesn't rain often anyway. Well, I'm telling you now, Brissy weather is not lovely! Maybe it is in comparison to Melbourne, but what weather wouldn't be lovely next to Melbourne's? I bet even London's would be cheerier!

Now my body clock's messed up and I can't go out. I feel horrid. I look horrid. Everything's horrid. Lalala. So much for the end of exams making me feel better; it's just made me feel like going to uni now to burn a few test papers. Mine, I meant. :P And to rub salt to the wounds, my parents and my lil sister are off to Hong Kong. Did I mention my sister's 3 and she's been London, Budapest, Vienna, Sydney, Brissy, a few other parts of EU and now she's going to visit Hong Kong? All I've seen of Hong Kong cuties is on TV. :(

Kill me now, argh.

The genius that is me was pulling an all-nighter last night, and decided to take a 20 minute nap at 5:40 am. I set the alarm on my mobile and proceeded to crash on the couch, not giving a shit that I didn't have my quilt with me. I was asleep in seconds.

At 6 am sharp, I woke up and thought to myself, congratulations. You did it!

Then I fell back to sleep.

Shit.

I opened my eyes and looked at my phone. FUCK! 7:05 am! Exam's at 8 and I need to catch the damn bus that only comes every 15 minutes. Okay, my campus is bloody huge so it really doesn't help that I have to walk a fair bit from the bus-stop. I ran downstairs, changed my clothes, grabbed a packet of soy milk and strawberry cream biscuits as my breakfast, lecture notes, bottle of water, pencil case, and I was out the door. Thank God I have my wallet, keys, etc. in one bag.

I walked as quickly as I could and then just as I was nearing the bus-stop, the bus came. DAMN! RUNNNN! Made it onto the bus. It was then that fear really gripped me. Oh God, I haven't finished revising. The stuff before mid-semester, I haven't even looked at them! No way have I memorised all of Freud, Piaget, Kohlberg and Eriksson's theories. Ahh, the damn pricks had to come up with so much stuff!

(For the record, I happen to admire their genius but I was too fucking pissed off to think straight.)

I munched on my biscuits slowly, biting down really hard, hoping that somehow I could just rewind time. This is why I do straight all-nighters, not naps! Ish. Stupid, stupid. I extend naps against my own will. How retarded. I shivered as I got out of the bus, but I'm sure it had little to do with the weather. Ryan (not my housemate) called out to me as I walked to the examination hall, and he teased me about being 'a HD (high distinction) student'. In actual fact, I've never gotten a HD.

I explained that I had only started studying last night, I didn't know jack shit, and as everyone entered the room, I sat down with him and tried to hurriedly go through my notes. Too bad I knew nothing would stick and I just talked to him about the marks I've already scored for this subject. Finally, we walked into the room and I was jittery, but managed to not scream in frustration as I filled out my attendance sheet.

The test finally started and after 10 minutes perusal, I decided that I will either pass or get a credit. Arghh, there goes my distinction. This subject was meant to bring up my GPA! Too bad. I finished the paper in 40 minutes and after doing the obligatory checking, and possibly double-checking, I left. I was out of a 2 hour exam in 50 minutes, no longer bothered since I knew none of the answers would hit me out of the blue.

I hate multiple choice questions. I thought they were meant to make life easy, not make you scratch your head, wonder if you've got it right as compared to the other answer that sounds exactly the same. Then there's a tiny voice that tells me that it's normally C and I rub our my answer to change it. Change it back. Change it. FUCKKK! Shut up already!

Last paper tomorrow. 6 questions, 250 words each. I have a list of 12 questions, to which 6 will be the ones I answer tomorrow. If all else fails, I know I only need 2 marks to pass.

How optimistic of me.