Ally Fant

Somebody came back from Amewika and gave his aircon the dreaded swine flu.

Somebody's aircon dieded from the dreaded swine flu.

Somebody has been crashing in my room because somebody's aircon dieded from the dreaded swine flu.

Somebody crashed my room and found my Ally Fant.

Somebody ABUSED my Ally Fant.

Caryn: Wha- Is that my Ally Fant?

Somebody: Yea...

Caryn: What did you do to my Ally Fant?

Somebody: It's crossing its arms.

Caryn: Nooo!!! You killed my Ally Fant...pore pore Ally Fant.

Anyways...the point of the matter is...I'm gonna be gone on a road trip this week with mom & dad & Somebody.

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Yes I am cheong hae. And I'm proud of it.

Who's who?

In my family, there is the one who cooks, the ones who wash dishes and the one who eats. The one who eats is also the one who brings the cow/beef home. (that is cow-language for the one who goes cari kerja) I leave you to guess who the cook and dishwashers are...

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So the other dishwasher came back yesterday. It isn't in service yet, being busy jetlagging. So this dishwasher is still working full time.

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That's what I've been doing with my time. I've been washing dishes. I have nothing else to say.

Irony

I travel halfway around the world for 40 hours and I don't jetlag. Then I take a 2 hour trip to Kampar and I do. *scratches head*

It has been about 2 weeks since I touched down...and I've been waiting for the jetlag to come. It refused to come. Apart from the first day back where mum and dad had to keep me occupied so I didn't fall asleep on my feet...it has been good. *pats own back*

But a weekend at Church Camp threw it all off. Its 1am and I just ain't sleepy at all! *stops patting own back*

Oh the irony. *waves goodbye*

Hey Gorgeous,

I've been looking for you for 3 years. I finally found you. I can die a happy cow.

Or would that be "I can die a happy beef?"

Life is a Highway...

Pa took me driving today. Rather I took Pa driving, if you get what I mean.

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Before you read on, I DID NOT KILL ANYONE. Thank you for reading and understanding that.

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It was a peaceful drive, Pa and I being such gentle people. Now if Mum was there, there would probably be more sound waves in the car. But Mum reads my blog, so we shall divert from that topic. That being said, Pa's legs did shoot out a few times...like an octopus. But Pa reads my blog, so we shall divert from that topic as well.

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But as I said, I DID NOT KILL ANYONE. And that's all that matters.

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On the topic of cars, have you ever tried getting out of a car while still wearing a seatbelt? It makes you feel THAT smart. But then watching someone else do the exact same thing makes everything better. *grins*

To Lah or not to Lah.

Got many people tell me that I still use "lah". Then today, I tried to say "la" oso cannot wan. So saddening you know o' not?

Brrr. I think I'm traumatized from typing *points upwards* that. Its one thing speaking like that, and another actually typing it out. Brrr.

Anyways, after dinner, I trotted downstairs to throw trash rubbish. And on the way up, I decided to "Selamat Malam" the guards so they won't think I am a snotty pastor's kid who just came back from the US of A. But instead, this twinkie banana opened her mouth and "Semamat Mamamed" the guards.

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Got many people tell me that I still use "lah". But then again...

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p.s. This is a twinkie: yellow on the outside, and white on the inside.

I'm fighting jet lag. That is, I'm not letting myself sleep till it's the normal Malaysian time to sleep. And considering the fact that I've not had a proper night's sleep since last Wednesday night, this is jest a leetle bit torturous.

Jest a leetle bit.

So I'm blogging to keep awake. Bear with me k?

Roommate, me and Roomie: the only thing I'll miss about the dorm.

Le: My itsy bitsy Study Buddy.

Females in general.

President McDaniel and friends.

Me, Tessa & Abby: Biblical Literature buddies.
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Noooooo...I ran out of pictures to blog about. Need to find something else to do before sleep overcomeths me.

11 MAY 2009

I'm home.
I'm getting a phone.
Soon.
I'll sms.
Soon.
Zzzzz.

Here's a story for you.

I can't sleep (I'm gonna be doing some major jetlagging), so here's a story for you...

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My rule of thumb when it comes to weighing luggage is, "If I can lift it, it isn't overweight". By the way, the cut off point, according to United Airlines, overweight is 23 kg or 50 pounds. So, this time around, when I packed my suitcase, I did the Lift Test and it passed easily.

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But because (once in a while) I'm not a scatterbrain, I weighed it on my friend's questionable scale and it was 5 pounds overweight. But I kinda liked the scale bcoz it made ME 5 pounds underweight...but that's another story.

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Anyways, I did some repacking and got it down to 50 pounds and left it at that.

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You see where this is heading? Yeah, it ended up 1.5 pounds overweight, but the (God bless her) flight attendant didn't even bat an eye.

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Moral of the story, don't take weight training classes. And FYI, I don't look like arnie swatzewhatshisface.

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39 hours without a SHOWER. EW.

I'm in Singapore!! Almost home...but not quite...

Anyways, I've flown/will be flying from
Oklahoma City - Chicago - Hong Kong - Singapore - Kuala Lumpur

And because I've an obsession with statistics and what not, I've spent/will be spending 22 hours in the air, and 17 hours in terminals. That is 39 hours without a shower. Ew. EWWWWWW.

I think I'm gonna stop being a cow so I can be an ewe. Hahahahahaha. An Eww. Get it? Okay, fine, not funny.

Feelings? Nada. I'm being stoic as usual. Not that I can help it...I have TRIED to have feelings without effect. I'm weird.

Don't get me wrong, I'm really happy to be coming home. Maybe it's because I'm having shower withdrawal symptoms.

Yeah, that must be it.

Baaaa...

The Cow is in Hong Kong

Reporting from Hong Kong...I've survived THE 15 hour flight...got 2 more connections to catch and I'll be home sweet home. More updates when I find a powerpoint which can support my americano laptop.

Packing Woes...

The more I pack, the messier it gets. I need mum to pack for me. She knows where everything goes. I started dumping things into my bag. Everything felt better.

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Forgive my sentence structures. I am rather disjointed. Packing does that to a person ya know?

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ps. I'd get a picture of the packing process, but some things should remain unknown.

Officially over.

It is officially over. I took my final paper at 4pm and I'm free!!!!!!!!!!! As of today, I could be on a plane flying home. But I'm stuck in my dorm packing and throwing away junk.

Hope I don't throw away anything important like my passport. Lol. That would be awful. Awfully awful. But kinda funny at the same time.

But then I wouldn't be able to come home, and that wouldn't be funny at all, now would it?

Are you a-doon-a-done?

Are you a-doon-a-done?
Yes I'm a-doon-a-done.
I'm very a-doon-a-done.
I'm very a-doon-a-done with my paper.

Yay to finishing my last paper in a long long...long long time.

Done done done!!!

Oh me cow, today was the last day of class!!!

I don't have to attend another composition class. My life has meaning again.