Chocettes War

Ladies and gentlemen,
boys and girls,
ah kongs and ah mahs,
papas and mamas,
and whoever you are,
I would like to present you.......

The HUGEST production of Hollywood this year...
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The Chocettes War!!!

This is where you find the most talented actresses and directors and producers and crews and etc etc etc (All in S2)

Okay, straight to the point.

Search for the video clip, Chocettes War
Watch and vote for us here - http://www.chocetteszone.com.my/


The more the merrier ( I mean the GOOD votes)

Thank you for your support!!!

PS. If you want some of the actresses or even my autograph, I can surely, certainly and definitely do you the favour. :)

Do you have the answer?

How long have you not listen to your heart tentatively?

A day?
A week?
A month?
A year?
Or worse, you never do so.

Now, slow down your pace.
Close your eyes.
Listen to what your heart says.
And perhaps ask yourself a few questions in the meantime.

Ever wonder why are you are here?
What is the purpose of your life?
Why are you doing all these-
study like a nerd and work like a bull.
Earn tonnes of money and die before even you can finish spending them.
Ask yourself: WHY?

Is your life meaningful?
Or it is just a mere routine?

What have you done with your life?
Are you wasting it?

What are you going to do with your life?
Eat. Play. Sleep. Study. Work. Get marry and then die?
Is that all that you can do?
Are you living your life to the fullest?

The quest of a lifetime.

Have you got the answer?
Think over it.

An unwelcomed, unexpected visitor

I opened the door. And I gasped.

Me : Why you place the broom stick on the bed?!

Wy: I tell you, you better don’t stand on the floor.

Me : Why?

Wy : There is a xxx…

AaaaaaaahhhhhhHHHHH…….. (Hysterical screams follow)

INTI Subang Jaya – There is a terrorist attack in L9-12 (female hostel) in INTI Subang Jaya. Luckily, no death, no injury. But it sure had panicked the victim, Oo Wan. The terrorist escaped and is unable to be traced.

According to the one and only one witness of the incident (Oo Wan also), the terrorist started the ambush at 3 am in the morning. She played a freezing game with the terrorist. They looked eyes to eyes for an hour or so. Nobody dare to take the first move.

Finally, she gave up. And cocooned herself up in blanket and sank into her dreamland uneasily.

The fearsome terrorist that makes all my hair stand straight each time I hear his name is COCKROACH!!
Here it goes again... My hair all standing on the ends the way we did when the national anthem is being played (not to show my respect to that creature, obviously)

Without hesitation, we declared emergency and held a meeting, planning the military counterattack that we should make.
We started to search for it everywhere that may be its suspicious hiding place.

Under the bed. Checked.
In my boxes of books (though I think that it is clearly a cockroach and not a book worm. Yet, safety first) Checked.
On top of cupboard. Checked.
In the sandwich maker (which I doubted that a cockroach would like to be sandwiched nor I would like to have a cockroach sandwich. YUCKSSS....!!!!!)

After a lot of moving and shifting every objects that has physical contact with the floor, and a lot of screamings (it is a shame to say that we were actually scared by the flying DUST that gave us an optical illusion of the flying insect).
Okay.
The coast is clear.
Not even a single sight of the disgusting organism. So far so good.

Prevention is better than cure.
So we went to shop for weapons:

Shieldtox insecticide+naphthalene balls
See who scare who?! Hahah....

Besides, to ensure a double protection, we even pasted card boards along the door slit so that it is really cockcroachproof (at least I really hope so).

To INTI security guard: We pay rental and yet we need to flash our residential card to gain entrance into the hostel. And I don't think why the Mr. Cockroach can gain entrance so easily to the extend of intruding our privacy even they never pay their rental. It is just so unfair.... :-(

Okay then. Mr. Cockroach, let's have an agreement. If you promise not to intrude into my life anymore, I swear that I will NEVER EVER eat CHEESE....

Where You Can Be Yourself

Often people put on a mask whenever they are, camouflaging their true personalities with the character they desired. However, there is one place where it is impossible to hide who they are. The true self will be revealed without their own conscious.

So, where is it?

This is the place -WASHROOM!

Don't rub your eyes in disbelieve. Your eyes are okay. Ya. It is washroom.

It is a place where we can feel free to express ourselves. We do things that we dare not to do in front of others. You sing at the top of your voice, freely, without having to care for other's bad comment .You can even do some sexy moves or break dancing when you bath.
You may sing off-key or even break the glass. You may looks clumsy while moving your poor-coordinated body.
But who cares? You are satisfied with yourself. You are the toilet singing king, the bathroom dancing queen.
You can even fart out loud, without having apologise to anyone, cloud yourself comfortably in the aroma of your body's toxic gas.

Idiosyncratic behaviour is often magnified in a confined space, and hitherto unnoticed habits can be seen clearly in the washroom.
If you are a cleanliness freak. There will not even a strain of loose hair lying around in the toilet. You can even smell rose in the toilet.
The floor is scrubbed to sparkling mirror shine and the toilet bowl is as clean as the sink, you might as well wash your face there (but i doubt anyone will do that).



What you do in toilet is a reflection of you.
If you often experience constipation and spend hours in forcing your poop out (nearly got your head exploded), you know who you are.
You are 99% a person who drinks very little water, consumes diet with low fibre content and lacks exercising.

It had been a habit of mine to bring along something to read while I am going to do my business. In fact, I found out that it is a better place to study than the library.
There is no other distraction. No laptop. No TV. No friend to chat. And no nagging!
Sometimes the book may come in handy when you are having intense stomachache.

One's level of responsibility can be seen clearly in toilet (I don't mean that you can see it with your own eyes. It is rude to peep). There are many who have bad toilet manners. That's why signs are placed in public toilet to educate people how to do their business in a CORRECT manner, hoping to bring them to realise that what they did for years may be just far from correct.


*I wonder how people do the last pose. It seems to posses certain level of difficulty to perform.


To my own surprise, washroom can be a playground to some too... It just tells you how creative they are in turning a toilet into their wonderland.


Anyway, be yourself everywhere. But bare in mind that not everywhere is washroom.

Caffeine

LOUD silence.
Apart from the tickling of the clock, and the blowing of the freezing cold air from the air conditioner, there is no sound.
The stillness is deafening.

I had always enjoy the solitude:
long hours of drama-ing, intersperse with copious amount of food (biscuits and bread are always my favourite), and a dress code that sometimes doesn't extend beyond pajamas.

But it is not the case now.
Not when I am having insomnia.
And I have to wake up early the next day.

Caffeine!!!
It has to be blamed.
For the aroma it has, so tempting and luring.
From a tiny little sip,
I slurped,
and I gulped greedily.
Filling every taste bud of mine with the bitter sweet liquid
Satisfying my crave.

The cost of it?

A free pair of sunglasses.

Alas!
It is a sleepless night again!