Let Me Out

Have you guys seen this? It's so old I'm almost embarrassed to share. I heard about it but never checked it out till today:

http://saudigirl.blogspot.com/

Go see. My luck its still up...

How many times do I have to say that racial slurs are stupid not seditious?

When I say jump you say, "How high?"

But other than that the whole point of my extremely lame post about how evil male Indian doctors are cos they smell like fartie poo poo and plantation and toddy and BO and wife beaters is that it is ABSOLUTELY UNEQUIVOCALLY CORRECT to say bloody Indian when referring or speaking to one.

Afterall it does boil down to genetics like for example, I am genetically an ass. Take my father for example, he put an egg in his pocket so that he could at breakfast get the Squinty-eyed, munny minded Ching Chong Hawker Stall Lady in the ratty t-shirt to put it in his food. No surprises what happened to it. He came home to change and yelled at us. Ass.

Fuften glasus of mulk on the wall, just take it and go!

Indians are pariahs

I thought the first time I went there, the doctor was just a dick but I didn't think it was because he was Indian. Went back today, same place cos I needed an MC. The mother fucker didn't treat me or ask how I was feeling. He just sat there dumbly and waited for me to speak and then he just scolded me for being rude because I told him I feel really shitty today. He also brought in my parents which I think now I should have yelled at him for but I am a stupid wussy. I cried. Unfortunately I do not know how to cry in front of people to evoke sympathy so I cried for no fucking reason all alone in the car at the sheer horror of what I just went through but I did get my MC lah because the nurse asked me if I wanted one. Should have told her for the rest of the week though when she asked me for how many days but duh I am not bright enough.

And yes, I totally believe that both doctors that I encountered are the way they are because they are Indian and they think they're all that. Racist much? Yeah! I never ever in my life experienced such horrible doctors before. Sitting there all posh and thinking they're somebody because they earn 20k a month and their mothers tell them everyday that they're perfection in gods eyes. Idk how Indian women treat their men but it seems also like they have to compete with their mother's in law so I'm pretty sure they dote on their men too just to keep them interested because if not that asshole's just gonna run back to his mama.

Can you believe I saw the doctor for 5 minutes and for those 5 minutes he was scolding me for being not being as verbally correct as him because I told him I feel like shit. What the fuck. I don't get it. I really don't.

I felt judged both times I was at the clinic. The fucker looked at me like I was dirty yesterday and didn't even explain my illness to me even though I said I never had it before and I wasn't sure what it was. He just looked at me like I was stupid for asking him if there was anything else I needed. He didn't even say anything other than finish the antibiotics and hygiene and then looked at me like bitch I'm done fuck off please I have other people to see to. I thought ok, maybe I am an idiot and walked out like the pathetic cow I am.

Indian fucking male doctors. Who the fuck do you think you are? You are so nothing special. Sitting there thinking you're all that because you have a degree. Fuck you assholes. You made me cry. Probably nothing much to you cos you beat your wives every night cos you're drunk as fuck and need assert your alpha masculinity. You really are nothing more than a rubber plantation pariah with a shiny degree in a painted white room to present sterility when your fucking clinic is probably as gross as your Indian BO. Indians were brought to Africa to be slaves so think bout that, you're so low you scum of the earth that you were slaves to slaves, no need to act like you're better than everyone else.

I don't think I inherited my parents dislike of Indians because I used to think Indians were hot and as normal as everyone else. I know better now of course: they are nothing but disgusting. There is nothing more correct than calling an Indian a bloody Indian.

A choreographer in a wheelchair?

So once upon a time there was a little pod who wanted to fly. He skipped the stage and went directly to film. The dog was the king of porn but it wasn't too great. I'm the king of the world said his bitch.


So I'm not particularly sure what is going on anymore.

Where's the poop pooper?

Dear people who read this blog,

What the fuck are you doing? Why are you reading this? Can you please go have a life? Can you not read this because it is embarrassing and you judge and yes, we are really this dumb and racist and misinformed, no we will not change our stripes. Who are all these random people who read our blog anyway? Why are you here? What are you doing with your life? Can you not smell the poop?

To everyone else,

Hello, here I am again, desperado for your attention for I am a whore. Please read my blog, I am awesome and unique and different.

Lotsa love,
Chloius

Something Unusual, Something Strange

There is this guy.
That I'll obsess over for days on end.
I'd take a break from that then I'll pick it up again.
Off and On. Hot and Cold.

There is something immensely attractive about men like Damien Rice.
Heart-breaking voice, intimately candid lyrics, beautiful face and music building
and building up into the kind of free that makes you want to jump off a cliff
because you know you'll be broken.
But you'll be free.
You'll be hurting but at least you're feeling.

You'd want to give everything to men like Damien Rice.
It is the kind of behaviour that makes you the second rate being that some men paint us women.

But for men like Damien Rice, women are a kind of fantastical being.
Creatures of power, of beauty, wonder, fear, awe and to touch would be to feel all these.
And so men like Damien Rice lust and yearn to be with them, to learn, to seek. To lay their taint.

Then they leave.

And we have given everything. And we are broken beings.

Men like Damien Rice will stew in their pain.
He will carry the blend of his and your sorrow.
He will hurt and be hurt so he may have a story to tell.
And you will give even when you know it will destroy you. It will change you.
He sings. Screams. You sing along. Scream.

The mystery and intrigue of men like Damien Rice.
You know. But you will.

Would it be worth it?
I'm 23. Fuck yeah.

plushie jesus please

Dear all, i apologize if you wanted to read something funny all you find are my friend's intellectually stimulating blogposts.

sigh, political discourse on my blog. how i yearn for the days of stupid discussion on the properties of our colons. since when did my friends become so clever that i have to read twice to grasp their academic point? (perhaps they always have been and i just jokingly laugh it off and hope it is a phase that passes)

i wanted a plushie marx. he'd be my best friend. but he looks like albert einstein and it'd be a tragedy that people think that i carry an albert einstein plushie so stupid. i wanted a plushie socrates but he's kinda boring cause he dresses like zeus and people would mistake him as a plushie zeus. that's so weird.

P.S: CHRISTIANS DO NOT FIND THE FOLLOWING HUMOROUS SO IF YOU'RE CHRISTIAN PLEASE SHIELD YOUR EYES. (my christian sister does NOT find the following funny and i am thoroughly disappointed because i do).

so ive decided the most iconic plushie is a PLUSHIE JESUS.

imagine the wonderful things you could do with a plushie jesus. "ive got a friend in jesusss"

and you could take jesus out for ice cream at baskins and say

"Its okay jesus, the jews just make ice cream now, i dont think that they'd crucify you if they saw you okay?"

and id take him to church and id show him around, "See jesus that's the pulpit where they read out your messages to us every sunday on our brand new sunday-sabbath. "

and jesus would be like "HEY I DIDN'T SAY IT LIKE THAAAAT"

and i'll be like , "Jesus, sorry but if i tell them hey church people my plushie jesus said you've got it all wrong, they'd throw me in christian prison because im a heretic that made a graven image of jesus that tells them THEY'RE WRONG"

and jesus would be like, "but chelle I AM JESUS THEIR MESSIAH"

and i'll be like, "yes you are but you're MY PLUSHIE JESUS TOO"

and we can go for walks and i can show him what automobiles are and i can scare the hindu cabdrivers with my plushie jesus .

Rethinking Malaysia.

I must be on a posting spree or maybe I'm just sober just as I was yesterday ROFLMAOWSOBFMN which translates to Rolls On Floor Laughin My Ass Off Whilst Snorting Out Booger From My Nose. Yay abbreviation dictionary.

Whatever.

Sekarang saya akan bertutur dalam Bahasa Melayu sebab bila saya cuba cakap blabla dalam Bahasa Inggeris otak saya tak berfikir apapa.

Agak menakutkan saya rasa.

Omg, maybe it's cos I'm in a Malay house?

Racism is stupid not seditious. I am not rousing or provoking or stimulating controversy. I am merely stating what my stupid brain stupidly excretes...

Pure AWESOMENESS that is.

I see we have a Seditition Act (Malaysia) that prohibits discourse deemed seditious which is anything that results in "hatred or contempt or to excite disaffection against the government or engender feelings of ill-will and hostility between different races".

Really? It's illegal too? Good thing nobody but the villagers get excited about racial discourse. Oh fuck, they're in the city too.

Apalah Malaysian Social Contract. I didn't sign nothing ok, basically it's just my luck I was born right?

What are we talking about again? I don't really know but the title says something about rethinking Malaysia which was really a book I saw in my bug eyed buddy's daddy's library and I thought hmmm, how try-hard to be intelligent can I be today?

This much :

Our history is not real. Which fair enough, goes the same with pretty much every third world country and really every other country just that maybe they didn't blatantly make up so much of shit nor cover it up so badly as ours did because our country really relies upon our lack of education as their stronghold upon our society.

It's like the powers that be sat down and had a brainstorming sesh of how to keep us dumb. I find it quite disturbing that our parents came from the last generation of people who had had interference by another society because our history books make it seem like it was AEONS ago when we were colonized and given a capitalistic future. Our country is so young. It's lame. All it took was a couple of generations and the scariest thing is like it's still Work In Fucking Progress.

Why the fuck are we so damn complacent and lazy and fucking comfortable? How the fuck did we get this way really? Who told us we were? I remember our history text book saying we were good and brave and hardworking and all that jazz, seems like those traits are dying with our grandparents who fought against the commies and shit. Ooo, my sister's friend's grandpa fought in the resistance against the Nazis. That was fucking cool I thought. But his other grandpa fought against the Comunists like our grandpas and that's kinda fucking cool too.

We could've been cool I think but we're now more of butt stupid. We're like the laughing stock of the world really. Eyes on Malaysia? Hey, you should have thought about how well we can stand up before you decided to promote that.

We're crumbling and it's making me cringe.

Racial slurs are stupid not seditious.

That was the title of an article I happened to glance at whilst taking a poo on the loo. Not a clue what it's about but I'd like for you guys to know that I am so bored and done with my job. I hate how it's so full of shit, I hate how exploited we are, I hate how weird the people around me are, I hate how the calls disrupts my story book reading. I want to quit to read story books you guys...

Blah.

Not sure what you guys were on about previously, too wrapped up in my own poo of course.

Do you reckon a blog full of racist slurs might go somewhere on the internet?

I hate how money is so necessary.

I want to look cute for free, hello?

Doesn't hurt to be sober on occasion.

Garth Nix is a good writer I think, it's only been 10 chapters cos of the damn calls that keep popping in uninvited, but I really want more. It's a kiddy book I know but I always love those kinds and this one isn't written like the Percy Jackson books which feels amateurish and let's not even bother mentioning anything else because Riordan is like the best of the people who shouldn't have been writers but to my anger and confusion are.

How's Farmadli, people been voting on urbandictionary?

I tell you everyday my sis and I have vocab conversations where she explains to me what random abbreviations mean and I tell her to read the dictionary whenever she doesn't understand a bona fide word.

I do miss blogging, haha so mucha fun and no filter one. Love it.

Racial slur of the day - Is it fair to equate AIDS to the colour black?

Also, is it ok to use the fact that I still do not have a degree as proof of how intelligent I am as opposed to the poor fools who still believe a degree will take them places? Omg, I am quite horrible and offensive aren't I? I think I might have mocked one or two people by asking them in my stupid I'm superior voice if working in a call center was a career for them instead of a job.

Shitfizer, you remember when it was the them and us Chellius? At the gross mamak and your sister was the them and I told you I always wondered about the others outside the big church group and now we are? What if all those times I wondered about the mental people in hospitals and how they end up there and I end up there one day? I mean technically it probably wouldn't be too bad - regulated meals and activities, lotsa free time to do what I like doing which is dreaming and sleeping and reading and writing. Maybe they got medical marijuana... It'll be like 420 there every time... Right?

Bali?

final frontier

i will be talking about this for a long time.

before i start: ameera, your company sounds scary i know its easier said than done but maybe its better you're on the outside looking in as opposed to the inside and wanting to die annd they discover you don't really like them and it blows up. and clingy and dependent? i dunno on who but you're welcome here cause i have a motormouth. your office has politics though, so i think its best maybe you dont mix mixy buddy with them cause it could be potentially vicious....

in other news i looked at my flight ticket it is under my name and is non transferable and its for the 19th of february hahahahaaha and we land in some weird indon airport. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

*MEXICAN WAVE*

will be back on the 22nd of october (so those of you who want to come along, please do book accordingly)

the most amazing thing happened today. i found my athens password. IT WORKS.

*MEXICAN WAVE*

that i think is the best thing about uol, the athens password and their textbooks. everything else is spacedog fagbot ccb. I CAN FIND INTERNATIONAL LAW ARTICLES FOR FREE ON HEINONLINE KISS MY FAGBOT SPACEDOG HEINONLINE FOR ASKING ME TO PAY FOR YOUR STUPID ARTICLES. HAH.

kiss my fagdog ass CAMBRIDGE JOURNAL FOR TELLING ME I CANOT ACCESS YOUR DOMAIN I HAVE ATHENS, YOU CAN SUCK MY SPACESHIP.

i had to explain to someone today why we hate hart and i proceeded to blame it on hartbinder. i explained hartbinder as this villainous entity that plots against other kind lecturers and how he tries to kill us

I'm the Doctor With a Needle in His Arm

I thought I was the only one feeling left out here.

Turns out, there are one or two others who never really "get the memo" for little colleague farewells.
Take today, my usual lunch buddy ditched me so she could attend a small feast she contributed to. I wasn't invited to contribute so I cant very well invite myself to attend.

Perhaps it's not a loss. We all know I will tell myself that. And believe it.
I think it's the right way to go about it tho. If people don't take the time for you I doubt they're worth your time.

I'm also not the only one imagining frowns and ignored glances when you make it a point to look and smile at everybody.

So today I'm going to enjoy my break with another bunch of people who don't really fit in here. Two others if you're counting...

Rain On The Pretty Ones

Your useless lives don't speak to us
Rain on the pretty ones
You leave no footprints in the dust
Adventurous you used to be
But now you seem so dead to me

I so love this song.

Anywhoo, office filter is working its charm again.

Can't blog from office until I can.

I hope you guys are well. I think I'm just starting to realise how clingy and dependent I have been...I need to learn not to be. Because this feeling isn't swell anymore.

Set Me Free of My Disease

Hah! The ban is finally lifted!

I guess everyone noticed the dramatic decrease in internet efficiency. How can they not?
Before the site blocks I could pop 5 tabs and all will load almost simultaneously.

Good riddance.

Other than telling you that Kota Damansara has awesome dresses, I have not much else to say.
Boy am I glad to be back here.

Heightened Stalker Tendencies

Hello. I am a stalker.

Within 24 hours, i've sent mails to my favourite comic book writer and comic book artist. 48 hours ago i did not know that either one of them had facebook. after one of them friending me (yes he friended me) i found that he was friends with OTHER comic book writers that I LIKE.

so insane one from india, nother one from uk and they write for completely different comics and yet they are FRIENDS.

i wrote to the author of lucifer a creepy message.

dear mister mike carey sir,

i know you get crazy insane mail from crazy insane girls by the truckloads and im really sorry i'm adding to the pile, i'd just like you to know that i think your work is amazing (i forgot what other nice things i wrote) but i added "i'd give up my hair, fingernails and other random bodily functions to write half as good as you" and also "i've googled you specifically just so id know what comics you wrote and id get them".

i know i sound like a crazy person. on another note abhishek singh replied my message. can you see a singh with NO TURBAN (looks slightly like the other unturbaned singh i find attractive from brickfields not nipple shirt one) really. HE CAN REPLY MY MESSAGES ON FB DESPITE BEING A CELEBRITY.

so ive mailed mike carey, abhishek singh, now to mail neil gaiman (heh as if), paul dini (actually i dont think i like him enough to send him an insane message) and the random alex ross or whatever his name is (i dont think i like him enough to send him an insane message). hee hee ehee chelle's stalking is happy

HAPPY MURUKU DEEPAVALI VALTUKAL SPACESHIP INDIA ELEPHANT PULUKURI KOTTAYA FUFTEEN GLASSES OF MULK TO EVERYONE