The End of Malaysia Mega Sales '07

Need I say more?

Tell my parents that:
I'm not a hoarder.

I am waiting for HSM2 to be premiered on the 9th of September.
I can't wait for the release of HSM's vcd/dvd whichever comes first.
I am going to buy HSM and HSM2 soundtracks.
I am an 18 year old girl who watches HSM.
Got a problem with that?

I want that Fila bag I saw in Summit. IT WAS ON SALE! RM29 ONLY! Now no more sale which means no more bag =(
I want that pink Fila shoe. RM29. Refer above.
I want a new Sony Ericsson camera handphone. No model in particular. My hp camera died on me.
I want to dye my hair red. Cacing's hair colour is nice. It's red-brown.
I want more tees please. I've run out of them.
I want an ipod. Doesn't have to be expensive. The normal mp3 ipod would do. Pink please.
I want many many siblings. So that I can have more freedom.
I want to get over and done with the stupid undang test and drive.
I want to get the new TVB series Steven Ma and Bernice are acting in.

Steven Ma is a good actor. Each time I watch him on telly with diffrent female co-stars, he matches so well with them. He gives me a sense of security.
Wong Hei too.
Raymond Lam gives me the feeling of being loved.

That's what I think these actors look like inside.
But of course, they are ACTORS afterall... One can never decipher an actor. They are all just... acting.
Like Kevin told me that his friend was appointed to be Wong Hei's chaffeur during his stay in Malaysia and little did he(Kev's friend) know that Wong Hei was full of 'colourful' words.
I guess it's the same as Vanessa Hudgens. Zac Efron was quoted saying "beneath the sweet girl(Gabriella) is one sexy woman" or something like that. Saw in Galaxie mag.

Kay... Perhaps I'll go for a round of bowling tomorrow with Alfie and the gang... Depends on what time I wake up... I'll see lah, malas or not.




Chloe, trying to get her bum to bed.

RIP

"Life is really unexpected. Full of cold surprises"-Pamela

Saw a post in Jin's blog where he mentioned that this guy from my high school died.
I told Siew Chuen about it. This is how our convo went:

Me:Arnold died.
SC: How?
Me:(I copypasted the paragraph frm Jin's blog)
SC:He crashed himself? Dumb
Me: ppl whr got sengaja wanna crash themselves wan.

-.-" Sweat-ed right?

Presenting Korean Food

I would like to wish all those people HAPPIE BURFDAY who were born on the month of September.

04-Daddy
04-Suria
08-Jela
11-Mary
14-Char (cuzzie)
20-Grace
Anyone else I missed? Please be thicked skinned to tell me because I risked my face by putting a list of people's names here and forgetting any...

Mum brought Suria and I for Korean in Taipan for Suria's birthday.
Name of the restaurant: Dai Cheung Kam.
Seriously use the Korean series to publicize the restaurant wei.
But the kimchi is delicious. I'm not so much of a kimchi fan, but theirs is superb.

Here's my Kimchi soup that came with 10 dishes.

The dessert which is actually sweetened rice.
I scooped up some rice with ice but I don't think the picture is very clear.







Today for Introduction To Mass Communication class, we learned about radio. Because radio is such a short topic, so we had to do a mini presentation.

"Pretend that you are running for president. How do you convince people to vote for you over the radio?"

Wtf.

I hate running for president n pengerusi n stuff so I never actually thought of it. My lecturer is like damn pantang horrible presentations so I thought I was in deep shit.

Was the second to present so I came up with this:


"Hello everybody,
My name is Chloe;
Please vote for me,
As president for the Procrastinators Society.


The greatest procrastinators,
Can be positioned as Chief Terminator
But you can have the position later,
As for I am the best procrastinator.


There will be no deadlines,
You'll have plenty of bedtimes;
If you vote for me,
As the president of the Procrastinator's Society."



Chun anot? Chun anot first?
=)

My cikgu said I had a loud n clear voice. *ahemm*






Chloe, procrastinating her assignments and going to Korea putting on some Korean drama to watch.

Blog I Tell Yah. BLOG!!!

Sad? Blog.
Unhappy? Blog.
Emo? Blog.
Bored? Blog.
Embarassed on what happened today? Blog.
Happie? Blog.
Feel like shit? Blog.
Pissed? Blog.
Something happened? Blog.
Got something new? Blog.
Got something to say? Blog.
Friendster? No. Blog.
Surf? No. Blog.
Sleep? No. Blog first.



Damn I am so addicted to blogging. See how many posts I have this month and today's only the 3rd of September!

High Counter Got Hit!

Yay! I've finally got myself a hit counter. Took me quite some time to choose this. Was torn in between the colourful splats, Spanish and the Thai one, but I chose Thai. Why Thai?
Well... Maybe it's because I CAN COUNT IN THAI!!!!!! HAHAH...
Neng, song, sam, si, ha, hoek, chet, pet, kao, sip.
Roi, song roi, sam roi, si roi, ha roi... (Roi means a hundred)

And my other reason why I chose this Thai hit counter is beacuse no one would ever think of having a Thai hit counter on their fully-English dominated posts right...?

But the stupid thing is I'm advertising for some stupid vitamin supplements which I didn't bother 2 click. So stupid or not, I dunno lah. Go find out yourself.

Went out to mamak to pass Wong a buh-bye present. Seriously didn't know he speaks Mandarin o.O
Supposd to teman Adrian to cut hair later. Don't know if it's still on. Nap first lah.

I didn't know that I gave the impression to a number of people that I'm a 'puteri lilin' and a girl who never survived NS. Surprised that I came back in ONE PIECE, huh, WONG? Nevermind. You're not the only one. ALOT of people think the same way too... hor, KC? ADRIAN? And a number of other people. If you're not listed then own up!

I love tans. I love to get a tan! Pity they don't sell tanning lotion here if not I'll go buy meself a bottle.

Just NOTICED the difference between someone getting high and someone getting drunk. Damn. People here call it high la.





Chloe, admiring her Thai hit counter although she may change it, depends on her mood. Yes, she is very free. No, she has nothing to do.

I Am The Best Damn Thing That Has Ever Happened To Me

Phew... talk about...
*glares at you*
Not perasanness. It's called self-esteem.

I don't like to eat tou foo. I hate the smell. That includes soya bean and tau foo fa.
Blelch...
I don't like pork.
I don't like beef.
I don't like lamb.
I don't like mutton.

In case you were wondering, no, I don't eat bak kut teh either. Got la, if my dad suddenly has this craving for it, but I'll just have the 'teh'. No 'bak'. No 'kut' either. Humans don't eat 'kut'.

My reason on why I don't like soya...
On the 23rd of March 1989, Spring's Child was born on the face of the earth, bringing joy to a happy couple. She was the best damn thing that happened to...
I'll cut the long story short where her mother was in 30+ hours labour >.< not my fault!!!
She was lactose intolerant: ( http://teen.preferredconsumer.com/health/diet_nutrition/lactose_intolerance.html ) and so her mother was forced to feed her with soya bean.

Why I don't like soya now is a question I've still got in my head.
But I'm ok drinking milk, eating yoghurt, bingeing on ice-creams and chocolates now.



Chloe, signing out, thinking that she is possibly hungry.

Wind? What Wind?

There was a slight breeze.
Soothing and cooling.

Then a gush of wind blew me,
blew my face,
blew my hair,
blew my baju,
made me feel messy.
I would have enjoyed the wind
months and months back.
I would have thought:
"if there's no wind,
the air is still"
I would have wished
for the wind to come.
To come blow me,
take my breath away.
Now the wind
is like a nuisance.
Mess my face,
Mess my hair,
Mess my baju,
Wind, "WHATEVERrrr"

It's not as appealing as it was before(March12,06 post).



Chloe, closing all the windows. Brrr... Such a windy day.

I couldn't Care Less or More =D

Clo is sick of thinking of what other people think about her.

I hate it when I see someone thinner than me telling ME that they're fat. If that super skinny petite framed size 0 girl comes up to me and say "OHWTF I'M SO FREAKING FAT!", I am so gonna bring her for a liposuction and suck out all that's left of her so that she becomes super invisible. What say you Ms-I-am-so-freaking-fat-help-me-I-wanna-die-because-Chloe-is-thinner-than-me? *inverted commas*

I've gained confidence throughout the 3 months and realized that people don't actually OBSERVE you. They don't give a shit on how you look or where your belly bulges.

Or maybe it's because they're erh...'pedalaman' people and their only goal in life is to get married and have tonnes of babies. Pei Yan said so. She said that 'Si Lai' told her wan.

That's not my point. My point is I'm sick of covering my flaws. If you think I have a big butt, go ahead. If you think my arm are big or my thighs are flabby, well, I can't have you at knife point or operating out your bad thoughts about me and brainwash you, can I?

Bottomline is I don't care how or what you think about me and my dress sense.


Spot Clo, Nicole n Jela

Moi camwhoring. Precious picture this is... I hardly camwhore y'know?

Super open minded Grace who doesn't care how people think about her picture. She laughed at this picture and didnt ask me to delete it. "ShAAAAAAAAA-roNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!"

Chloe, signing out.

Laladidum Laladidum

10.34pm 01-09-2007

I am pissed at Suria.

She asked me to keep quiet. I was like ‘lalalala’ and she ‘shhh’ me. I was damn geram so I ‘lalalala’ louder lah. Den she ‘shhh’ me again. WTFWTHTOOTEDTOOT! She ‘shh’ed me when I want to ‘lalalala’.

So… being as Chloe as I already am, I put on Princess Hours OST to listen. I know she digs Princess Hours so I purposely put it at the loudest volume for her to hear. She was sewing. Very
near me.

Before the end of the 1st soundtrack (the nice one) I plugged the earphones into the notebook and… she can’t hear anything but the driving sound of ‘ch...ch ch...ch ch…ch’ that came out of my earphones and the terrible voice of Chloe trying to sing Korean =)

Neh neh neh neh neh!!!

*blooooooot*

Chloe-1 Suria-0

(8) Sa Rang In Ga Yo, keu dae na wa nat ta, myeon si jak gin ga yo…~ (8)

Lalalala~~

Sweet, sweet revenge =)



Update:10.55pm
She switched channel to Astro Ria and is listening to Siti Nurhaliza’s Konsert Akustik.
=___=

Chloe-1 Suria-1

‘Laladidum… Laladidum…’




Chloe, signing out

Flu Away!

Stupiak influenza.
Took two tablets and I now I feel that the medications are working on me.

Situation:
-Clo is offline.
-Clo saw the date on the fax machine-2nd Sept07
-Clo looked at the time-10pm
-Clo remembered that Ron Ng's birthday is on the 2nd of Sept so she quickly came online and opened her blog to post a birthday message for him, although I doubt he'll ever stumble upon her humble page.
Then,
Mum said "Hey! Fireworks finals is tomorrow."
Clo:*GASPS* NO! OH NO! IT'S TODAY! IT ENDS TODAY!!! And it starts now! Right NOW!!!
Mum:Tomorrow lah.
Clo: NO! TODAY!!! 2nd of Sept!

I remember clearly because so many things happens on this date.
1)It's Ron's birthday.
2)It's the last day of the Fireworks competition.
3)It's the last day of the Malaysia Mega sales *cries* nooooooo~~~~~
4)Exactly one week after this date is the Premier of High School Musical 2 on Disney Channel.

So how can I ever forget?! Plus the fax machine (beside me) says so.

Until I looked at my watch that read:
SA 9. 1
pm10:10 34

O__O

And typed all of the above.





Chloe, changing the date of the fax machine and falls into a deep sleep once the medicine worked in her systems.

I Should Be...

...sleepin bcause...
...it's 4.09am now...
...but I'm still here...
...to inform you that...
...I am currently facing...
...damn semi-insomnia but...
...I am damn freakingly tired...
...but I can't sleep thanks to...
...the damn coffee I drank...
...right just now and so...
...I'll just curse the...
...caffein to...
...bed...

fullstop.

Hey! A pattern!
4.14am

Chloe on Malaysians

My first damn post on this...

I feel like I’m living in an artificial world.

Today Malaysia is celebrating it’s 50th Merdeka. Patriotic songs fill local tv. Even my usual Wah Lai Toi channel featured the Prime Minister giving his speech.

Newspapers had the front and back printed with the Merdeka event that happened at the Dataran Merdeka at 12am in full colours.

The centre spread was filled with pictures of vibrant colours of the country. Even the letter section featured letters written by Malaysians local and abroad on Malaysians should be ‘brothers’ to one another, how one grew up with different ethnic backgrounds and how this Malaysian kept the Jalur Gemilang dear to him while working in Germany.

What touched my heart most was how this Malaysian celebrated Merdeka in Switzerland by inviting his friends over to his place, cook Chinese, Indian and Malay food and start the ‘Merdeka Dinner’ celebration by singing the Negaraku and handing out the lyrics translations for the Country’s song. My tears trickled down my cheeks as I couldn’t hold them back while reading the article.

I think that’s what a Malaysian should really do. Some people may say that they don’t have to do anything as long as the country stays in their heart but in my opinion, what’s the use if they don’t show it?

I could not help but feeling touched by what these Malaysians do.

As for me, I can’t stand the Jalur Gemilang touching the ground.

What hurts the most is when I recently read Malaysian Today where ‘Malaysians’ criticize the country. Note the inverted commas. I shall not continue anything about Malaysia Today because I have a post on it a few posts before this. If they want, they can jolly well live in America and criticize Bush for all I care.

As for all you racist buggers, I’m sorry you encountered situations whereby involved other races hurting you and making you mad, but for your information, other people may encounter problems with your race too. People are people. There is nothing you can do to stop them, so there is no point getting angry with their race, instead, why don’t you get mad at that bugger instead?

What you are doing is called racial discrimination.

Take this for an example: Let’s say a bald headed fat ass guy snatched your handbag and got away with it. Why can’t you just get mad at all the bald headed fat ass guys in the country/world, but what you did is you categorize him into a race and hate his race.

As I watch these patriotic songs/videos/mtv (hahah) on air on tv and happy Malaysians waving the flag in their hands I know that if I throw a stone at the crowd, I know I’m bound to hit one racist.

Me? Judge? No… I just feel that there are hypocrites in the world and anyone can be one of them.




Chloe, not meaning to offend anyone...It's just her view and thoughts of stuff that came into her mind, robbing of her beauty sleep.