of my new header? :)

Created with Macromedia Fireworks. Picture is my own. Glow in the dark stars (yes, that's what they are) came from Trinity.

2 cents on the so-called poetry would be much appreciated too! :)

I scored a free MAC makeover + Hairstyle + Photo! Ooh yes! If I catch a good photo, I'll put it up here. :) Mom opted for Bobbi Brown. Heh, gotta love freebies! And guess who also plans to get a haircut on Monday?! With Trinity too! Yayyy! See, I told ya I would do it. :) Well, I haven't decided how it's going to be done, but my big bro reckons it's gotta be something seriously drastic. I didn't think my hair was THAT horrid, lol, but sure, whatever. I'm leaving it in his hands. Please pray for me, hehe!

I'm actually saving lots of money for my parents this time around being back home! I'm even refusing to buy clothes! To me, that's really WTF, but I've decided that I really do have a crapload of clothes back in Brissy and I'm already planning to give at least a quarter to the Salvation Army, so I'd better not buy any more that I don't need. Also, Trinity would be happier if I had more space for her stuff! :)

Oh yeah, I think everyone who has moved out of home would know that cooking for yourself requires a lot of ingredients, brains and all. Skipping the brains part, tell me, lovely Malaysians, whaddya reckon I need to be able to cook simple dishes that are reminiscent of Mom's cooking? I've got much to consider, especially the anal Australian quarantine that aspires to snatch at every bit that they can lay their fingers on. AIKS.

So hmmm.. I've got ikan bilis and chicken stock cubes as well as chicken stock granules. I think Mom said that if I fry some veges and toss the chicken stock granules in, it'll be super yummy. God knows I can't cook veges so yay for that. Also, the only other thing I have in mind is Konnyaku jelly, since I haven't seen any in Brissy. No, I don't plan to survive on jelly. :P Or expect Trinity to be a kitchen slave.

Think of anything? Let me KNOW! :)

Changed my header. As usual, old one's linked on my side panel.

My sister's been sick and I've been taking care of her for the past two days. I've gotten puke on my feet twice (not the first time anyway), and today, I learnt how to quickly open a barf bag in the car. Somehow, my mom who had my sister sitting on her lap could still happily chat on her phone until I yelled at her to call that person back. *rolls eyes* Supposedly, I was 'doing well'. ISH!

I've been worn out silly trying to feed her, cheer her up, watch over her, and make sure she doesn't puke where she's not supposed to. She's tired all the time, and she's even refusing to go shopping, which by the way, is a big deal even though she's only three. I do finally catch my breath when my brothers get home.

Like today. I was pretty tired, stretched out on the lazy chair, and my lil bro took over. My older bro offered me the use of the computer, and I had only opened Firefox when my mom ordered me to give my sis a shower. I protested that I needed one myself, but she only rolled her eyes and said that if I wanted to, I should've done so while she was taking her shower.

ARGH! I don't mind if no one gives me credit for looking after my sis. I mean, really. I enjoy doing it, even if it means puke on my feet or wiping the floor for the ten billionth time, but don't even TRY to imply that I've done jack shit by just sitting my arse in front of the computer, cause that's plain rude. =P

People are so quick to judge when they catch you in an unfavourable situation. Obviously, I'm not including a completely caught pants down type of situation, rather the type where someone just looks remotely out of place. Like it's not as if my mom didn't know I had been watching over my sis the entire day, ya know? But noooo, I get accused of slacking off anyway.

I'm crying foul. It's unfair! But anyway, I had a piece of chocolate afterwards for this injustice. Talk about pleasuring myself... Don't be a dirty bastard. :P I got lucky too; I picked the dark chocolate, woohoo! :)

I met up with Max and Vincent at 1-Utama today. Vincent only spent an hour with us since he had to go off to Kuantan. Max kept pointing out my Aussie accent in Starbucks! The Aussie accent 'appears' when I'm talking to people who do not speak in Manglish; how bloody strange!

I feel a weird sort of apprehension about meeting other bloggers. Hehehe, I don't know why. It might be because when I meet them, I'll be thinking, oh damn, this person's read all about my stupidity, wackiness, madness, and everything synonymous. I mean, it's the slightest bit embarassing.

Okay, it's very embarassing. Hehe..

Is it weird of me? I came across a blog with the line 'bloggers are exhibitionists'. To which I say, so fucking what? Which pretentious bastard came up with that? Who isn't an exhibitionist anyway? It really should've been 'bloggers are more outstanding exhibitionists'. Even then, most of us, especially those hiding under a pseudonym wouldn't be able to beat those with 30 or more Friendster photos of themselves, whether they blog or not (not including owners of damn Friendster blogs).

But that doesn't mean all of us bloggers are comfortable with complete strangers reading our thoughts, stories of our lives. Which is why some of us write in metaphors, similes, random pieces of our thoughts that may not make sense to you, but makes perfect sense to us. For all you know, every blog entry of your favourite blogger has been a fabrication.

Bloggers are exhibitionists? Another generalisation that I object to.

As much as it sometimes irks me due to my mounting curiosity, I like blogs that completely conceal a person's identity and personality. They effectively divorce themselves of their emotional selves, and it's an admirable skill. Here's where I happily recommend Yuen Ai's blog to those of you who read blogs not to have a good laugh, or learn the newest fashion, but for the beauty of writing itself.

Hope you like her works. :)

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*