HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY TO MY DEAREST GILA GILLIE GAN!

I LOVE YOU HEAPPPPSSS AND MISSING YOU LIKE SHIEETT!

Thanks for your super touching letter, though it arrived only 20days after you sent it, but it meant a whole lot. And wait for my reply. It should arrive approx 20days later as well, knowing Malaysia’s postmail system. LOL.I have no old pictures with me now, how depressing. I just reformatted my whole pc, and yet to transfer the files. Or not I would post up some of our sweet old photos we took together Gillie.

I actually teared reading the letter you sent me, which was 3 pages long! I was shocked but darn happy to hear from you. And while reading every word you wrote, all our times together just flashed back in my mind one by one.

Like you said, the shoelaces moment! Cheerleading! Studies! Shopping! I miss them so, as much as I miss talking to you. Eh I can still remember your malaysian handphone number you know! Die also I’ll still remember it, seriously. That’s how much we talk and call each other over the phone, from simple words like “Hey wanna go out later” to long long long conversations.
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Gillie, once a friend, always a friend. No matter how far we’ve drifted apart, or how many obstacles and rough talks we’ve gone through together, but us being good friends is a fact that will never change. And please, stop saying that you were never good enough and all. I’m not accepting that babe.

What about those times you stood by my side whenever I needed support? What about all the times you willingly lent me your ears when I needed to pour my heart out? What about the times you spared your most busy moments just to give me incredible advices?

You said I’m your motivator. The truth is, you motivate me to motivate you.

As cheesy as it may sound, but you were and always are something in my life that I’ll never forget or leave behind. We literally grew up together. Just that now you’re in Aus, I’m missing you and our old times dearly.

It was aweeesomeee to hear you over the phone today. Felt like I haven’t spoken to you in yearssss. And when I mentioned I miss you, and I love you, I meant it gillie. I don’t want to keep talking about our past, because I know there will be a future. We will have more and more fun together once you’re back here again, I cannot wait to see you.

Also, I hope Aus’s treating you fine there. Apart from exams and all, I hope you’re doing great, and happy there. If there’s ever a time that you feel down, or you feel like the whole world is against you, just don’t forget you’ve got me to turn to, to lean on to. You have me, you have your family, you have US.

Happy birthday once again hunn. Much love, and all the best for your upcoming tests! English & Maths on your bday aye.. lol. Don’t study hard, study smart. Sejarah, remember? ;)

Love you loadsssss Gillie!! Muahhh xoxo.
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Yours truly, Cheryl, missing you dearly..

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Eh although I had my doll fringe haircut, but I still can style it back the way it was before. Not bad ah.. like magic. Okay la, maybe it’s shorter a bit.

ANYWAYYYYYYYY

Yeaaaah Ah Long turned 18 last Saturday!

We celebrated at Coco Banana on friday night, and the party was wild and hawt. Everybody had fun. We all danced the entire night and opened 9 bottles of chivas and weren’t enough. Finished all 9 like pretty damn fast. Tsk tsk. All alcos man. This party was huggeeee. We had like 40 or 40++ friends over in Coco.

What can we say.. Ah Long mah!
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The saddest thing about the party was nobody took any photos. Hah! Seriously. It was that fun until no one had the time and bothered to take pictures, all too busy.
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Coco Banana. (Sorry I pao-ed the coco pics from this site called ellone.com. Credits to ellone.com. Thanks)

That night nobody got wasted, except Joel Ang and Lionel. Hahaa. Girls were all alright, though some were tipsy n all. But yeah. All cool. It was another sober night for myself, but I still had heaps fun, apart from Jitz and I trying to settle the bill with Derrick.

Everyone hit the dance floor. And Coco played pretty good songs that Friday night. They had R&B first.. and later on about 1am or so, they played some House slash techno songs.. but back on to R&B again. So overall, pretty good.

My reviews for Coco is that it’s a pretty damn nice place, though the lightings are brighter than Bar Celona, but they had nice neon lightings tho. The setting of the place was nice. Dancefloor beats Bar Celona’s flat. Like hands down. And yeah, I suppose going there with a big bunch of friends is pretty fun. Nice place for a party. Not sure if it would just as fun if we were to go in smaller group though. (:
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The next day, which is Saturday, her actual birthday day, we had dinner together with a few close friends in Chili’s Mid Valley.

While waiting for Gerard to pick us up…
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When we arrived at Chili’s, we were pretty lucky that we only had to wait about 10-20 minutes for a table considering how bloody packed it was at Chili’s that night.

Though we had our seats pretty quick, but for them to come take our orders, it took quite a while. And we were all reaaaaallly hungrayyhhh.
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(Ikhwan, Tim, Ah Long Jitz).
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See all the grumpy faces..
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(Left: Ethan, Right: Gerard)
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And when our food arrived
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Wahh.. these people really look like they can eat a horse ah..
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But the worse thing is… you know lah right, Western food, sure use knife and fork lah right. Where got give you chopsticks and soup spoons right..

The moment Ah Long Jitz saw the KNIVES… I knew it. I just knew it.
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He has always wanted to kill Tai Ah Long (Michelle) so that he can take over her place and be the Tai Kor of all Tai kors. He always thought by killing her, he will then be the next ruler of all ah longs.

Ah Long Jitz really very brave ahh.. it was Tai Ah Long’s birthday dinner, but he one bit also didn’t give a shiettt I thelll euuu.
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And Tai Ah Long also same same didn’t give a shiett about Ah Long Jitz. You see her face there, so tenang although going to get killed soon. Tsk tsk. Ah long memang ah long right.
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You know Michelle really becoming damn gangster and damn ah long. It was suppose to be her birthday dinner, but she gangster and ditched all of us for a movie. Pfft. She and SOMEBODY finished their dinner fast fast and left early to rush for their movie at 9:45pm.

Eyyyy.. I damn ‘boh song’ okay.

It ended up to be more like my birthday celebration instead of hers. Even friends called me up, saying “Weh sorry ah can’t make it for dinner later to celebrate..”. And I nicely replying,

“Ehh.. it’s okayy. No worries weh..”

HAPPY. Like my birthday you know.

And and and… And the saddest part is I even planned to talk to the Chili’s workers to do a small birthday celebration for her. Like get her a slice of cake with a candle.. people singing her birthday song n all..

Alaaa chehh. Manatau she left damn early.

I don’t care bitch. You owe us all. You owe me!! I tak puas that night. Must do replacement of celebration I don’t care. Lol :P
(I like to make you feel bad. I thelll euuu… I kehhnot thake itt..)

Sorry inside joke.
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Anyways, I had fun anyhow. Well, now apart from all the partyings and shopping and shits, it’s time I start some work and earch some cash.

I’m starting work tomorrow in this office in USJ9 business center. It’s just a part time temporary job at the moment. So my dear USJ SUBANG friendsssss, kalau senang, jom marilah makan tengah hari bersama-sama.

Gimme a call for lunch weh. I think I break at 1pm. Wish me luck for the first day of work. In an OFFICE.

I wonder what should I wear tomorrow..

Oh waittt.. before I forget, 1 more picture.
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I cannot take it. Very confusing. They look like long lost twin brothers ever since Ikhwan got his new hairdo. Both same same. Now we have two Ikhwans and two Timonteks.
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Yours truly,
Cheryl, I can make ice cream!
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Ooo yeah I have stories to tell alright. Let’s begin with my sister’s and dad’s birthday, which I mentioned in my previous post which was God knows how many weeks ago (dammit). I’m losing touch with this updating thing weh.
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For Lynn’s birthday, we went toJack’s Place Restaurant in Sunway Pyramid for lunch since we’ve not been there before, and Dad claimed that this place was from Singapore where we used to live in years back, so yeah.
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Well there’s nothing much to ‘wow’ about the food there, but it ain’t too bad. The service there is actually good I must say.

Then we headed to this new sort-of-shopping-mall place in Kelana Jaya, it’s called Niu Ze Xui. Not sure if you people heard of it. If you haven’t, then google it. Take my words, just google it and view some pictures. That should do. Don’t bother driving all the way down there to check it out. Save your petrol,. please.

But there is one thing that I loved and actually caught my attention in Niu Ze Xui…
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STARBUCKS! Whichhhhh.. actually had some London-ish concept look weh. Well, to me that is. Niu Ze Xui isn’t all kampong and chinese lah okay, they have Starbucks there okay. And Big Apple too. Other than these two, let’s move on to another topic. Haha
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And this is my favourite part of birthday celebrations when it isn’t my birthday (cos when it’s my bday, I get presents, so when it’s not, this is my fav part)…
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STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKEEEE!!

Look at the amount of STRAWBERRIESSSSS! Yummm

I tell you, when I get married next time, I want my husband to get me a wedding cake made of alllll strawberries! Hehehe
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Cute right my family, I know. Actually more to like "cute right my mom?" .. Lol. Somehow she just loved the Guess shades Nick bought for my sister for her birthday that she even wore it during the INDOOR photograph session.

"Ma.. take it off la.. so funny lah.."

And then we took another shot of her without the shades. She took the camera and viewed the photo and said,

"Girl.. see lah. You asked me to take out.. now I don’t look pretty already.."

Now I see where I got my randomness from. (:
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Okay, now moving on to Dad’s birthday.
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Does that thing looks familiar? You sure?
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Yea! It’s Korean BBQ, where we use lard (pork fats) instead of butter or whatever to cook the meat and food. It’s strictly non-halal and boy you should have seen how those lards were like. They were like big chunky chunky cuboid pieces of pork fats weh! Boy I don’t mean to disgust or offend anyone, but to all Malays, this is a true fact in the non-halal society weh. Sorry.
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For dinner, we went to this restaurant in 1 Utama (since we were there for a movie), I can’t really recall its name, but it’s something something Melaka. And may I warn you, please don’t even think of eating in that restaurant. The food not only down graded, but the service was horrible.

My dad gave a comment to the staff on how the food was bad and their quality actually dropped by alot compared to the last time we went there, and all the staff could response was,

"Oh… Really ahh?? Heh-heh… =) "
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WTF was the HEH-HEH and the stupid smile for.. Summore can ask, REALLY AH? Then what they want us to answer??? "Oh no ahhh, I was just kidding ah.. heh-heh"????  Mangkuk betul. The staff could at least apologize and say that he’ll inform the manager or the kitchen or something right, better than REALLY AH HEHEHE. Sheesh.
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This year daddy’s birthday cake was a lil more special. It looks really beautiful and it’s some combination of chocolate and coffee kind of thing, yeahh.. sorry, forgotten the name once again. Sudden short-term memory attack I suppose?
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We always buy our cakes from Sunway Lagoon Resort Hotel. Seriously, they bake realllly good cakes. Go give it a try when you have the chance. =) My first recomendation would be ALICIER. It’s MARVELOUSSSS
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I am very depressed right now.

Want to know why?

Because I’m being very mean and ditching my blog. My blog is very depressed and is being very emo. One night I woke up from my sleep to drink some water, and I peeped at my computer screen. I saw my blog crying and sobbing. I felt like crying too.

Eh serious lahhhhhh…. Im very emo now.. Cos I used to be a very active blogger. And a very active photographer! My close buddies should know how much blogging means to me. I even bought my own freaking domain name for my blog lah weh. It’s similar to how celebrities buy Louis Vuitton or Chanel clothes for their puppies or dogs you know. Same same.

But ever since college life started, and the lecturers keep throwing assignments right up to my face until I could barely find my nose hole to breathe and exhale, I had no time at all in the blogosphere. My visitors traffic also decreased like anything. Some of my loyal readers also dunno fly go where already. Advertisers also take years to offer me and ad now. They take years to pay me. My domain is losing its sponsors. I’m becoming more and more boring and lame (you better not agree to this ah I tell you). People don’t want to listen or read what I want to say anymore.

SAD WEHH…
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BUT NOWWWWW….. Muahahaha, my semester is ending weh! Like in 2 weeks time or so, I’m going to be bloody free like a bird. Hopefully not too free until I get super bored until I have to start counting how many leg hair or armpit hair I have lah.. Sigh.

See. Humans are so ridiculous. So demanding and confusing. Busy, then they will say SO BUSY LAHH. If free means, they will say TOO FREE LAHH DUNNO WHAT TO DO. What do humans want in life weh. Why like that. I don’t want to be human lah.

I want to be God.

(:

Okay lah. I shall spare you from my cockstories for today. And this time, I SWEAR TO YOU, TO GOD, TO MYSELF, TO THE WORLD AND TO EVERYONE that it SERIOUSLY won’t be long till the next update. SERIOUS. I know how scary it is when Malaysians use the word "serious", because it actually normally turns out to be the opposite meaning. But SERIOUSLY serious weh. I’m gonna try to pick back up my blogging pace.

Soooooooo… Till the next update (which is soon, promise!), take care all. And have a good weekend.
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You know you love me,
XOXO. (I still can’t get enough of gossip girl weh)
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Yours truly,
Cheryl.

Okay. Let’s begin with the greetings.

• Happy Lunar New Year (as said by many, but I still prefer the term Chinese over Lunar)!
  
• Happy coolest birthday to my coolest Mom! (February 10th 2008)
  
• Happy 18th birthday to future pilot, Mr. Jian Tan! (February 12th 2008)
  

…and not forgetting,

Happy Valentine’s to all! :)
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Wow. This simply shows how many celebrations there are in February–and I bet that’s not all the February babies there are.
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As usual, we buy our cakes from Sunway Lagoon Hotel. This is, by far, the best and most delicious, soft and also at the same time, crunchy cake ever by Sunway.
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Alicier is it’s name. A combination of Hazelnut, Chocolate and Coffee, what could beat that? Plus, all the toppings and decorative items on the cake are purely made of chocolate.

Serious shit. Mmm hmm
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Mom, I don’t think you’ll ever read this, considering you don’t read my blog. But here’s to you, Mom.

My mother. Mom; particularly with the letter ‘o’ and not the ‘u’, is how I call her. I love my Mom a whole lot. As common as you may hear this from any child, but I do mean it. I love every one bit of my mother.

Loving my mother, is not only telling her I love her, or washing the dishes for her, or doing the chores just because she asked me to, or buying her pretty things.

Loving my mother, is also, showing her respect–which I admit, at times till now, I tend to accidentally don’t.

I must not lie to myself that I am still trying to learn this naturally. This as in respecting my mother. First thought to your head might be, "a rebelious daughter she is, not respecting her own mother??"
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"Did you mop the bathroom after you showered today? The floor is still very wet you know. I’ve told you so many times, to mop it dry.. or the parquet is going to be over damped and spoil in long term…", said Mom.

Knowing myself clearly that yes, I did mop the floor after showering but perhaps I didn’t do a very good job, I was being the average child who could not bother more about answering a lil bit more politely.

"Ya Mom. I mopped already lar.. It’s just not dry yet okay, I dont know why, but I know I’ve mopped it already", I replied. In a not-so-friendly tone. And I’m not proud of that. At all.

That’s just a simple example.

Sometimes we don’t notice how we response to our mothers, to our parents. Even in small tiny issues, if we could just discard the irritated feeling we always felt when mothers speak to us, it would be so much better. So much more respectful in the natural way, not by force.

I don’t want to do this by force. I don’t want to do this just because I was taught to years ago that I should not speak in such tone with my mother, or I shouldn’t have been rude to my mother, or how I should have respected her.

No.

Not just because I was told to. No.

I want myself to grow out of it naturally. I want to learn sincerely to respect my mother in all ways, and at all times. BecauseI love her.
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Loving my mother, is also, appreciating her. Showing her that I care about even the slightest thing.

"Nobody knows what the future holds." Commonly used. Often heard. Absolutely true.

Nobody knows if we have a tomorrow. Or how many tomorrows we have more. I don’t want to wake up and regret not doing these with my mom.

I like how my mom asks me to get her nails done for her.
I like how she doesn’t mind me dressing her up before leaving for somewhere out.
I like how she cooks my noodles just the way I want them; not too soft and the soup not too diluted
I like how she laughs, cos it’s soooo contagious
I like how she would laugh at small little things like it was her first joke on earth
I like how she wakes me up from my bed when it’s only 9am, and she lies to me and says it’s already 10am
I like how she’s sarcastic at times
I like how she tells stories; she giggles and chuckles before she even started telling it

I like everything about my mom.
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How often do you get mothers who know their daughter who has a blog, but doesn’t go checking the blog up and ‘investigating’ on them?

My mom knows I blog. She knows my blog address. And I tell her bout my blog all the time. But she’s never read it even once (I think). Okay, even if my mom knows how to work the computer, I know she wouldn’t check on me like that.

She would let me out with my friends, even if most of the times, it would be a group of only 2 girls and 7 boys. Or 2 girls and 10 boys.

She never questioned me when I said I’ve done my revisions.
She believes that I wouldn’t take her trust for granted.

That’s how much my mom trusts me and respects me. And I am more than grateful for that. Why can’t I play the bigger role for her in that?

Mom, I love you. Always.
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Yours truly,
Cheryl, Happy Valentines, I love you :)