<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387</id><updated>2012-02-17T06:22:41.880+08:00</updated><category term='facebook'/><category term='drama'/><title type='text'>Chuawsum!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>218</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-6606040879238129734</id><published>2012-02-12T04:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T04:05:20.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAMN IT WHY WHEN MY MOM OFFERED TO BUY ME A KATY SPADE WALLET I REJECT DAMN IT I COULD HAVE ASKED FOR SOMETHING MUCH CHEAPER THOUGH STILL EXPENSIVE LIKE A PASSPOST HOLDER OMG SO PRETTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7d5.scene7.com/is/image/Katespade/PWRU2468_711?$s7productdetail$" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://s7d5.scene7.com/is/image/Katespade/PWRU2468_711?$s7productdetail$" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-6606040879238129734?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/6606040879238129734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=6606040879238129734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/6606040879238129734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/6606040879238129734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2012/02/damn-it-why-when-my-mom-offered-to-buy.html' title=''/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487027038666732264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-5188789826012935952</id><published>2012-02-12T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T03:39:00.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I suppose I have decided on my favourite colour.</title><content type='html'>For the time being. I never really stay on one favourite colour. D: It actually depends. If I'm buying a phone casing, I'd compare it with my phone colour. And see which casing has the brightest colour. Etc. #anal when it comes to colours. C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K all random thoughts now that I may refer to again daily to check up on my savings. so you can just ignore this post but k wait &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT'S LIKE 2 IN THE BLOODY MORNING ON A WEEKEND AND THERE'S THIS CAR SOMEWHERE IN THE NEIGHBOURHOOD THAT HAS BEEN HIJACKED OR SOMETHING FOR THE PAST 3 HOURS. THE ALARM THING KEEPS RINGING AND RINGING WALAO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://changemycolor.tumblr.com/tagged/yellow" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lz5df2FNA41r8sqxxo1_400.jpg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want my wall painted yellow. I really don't know why was I so into black and white in the past... It's just such boring and lifeless colours -__- They aren't even colours. I hate black and white. Unless with proper bright colours. (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc33cc; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Purple isn't a colour either. It is poison.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shade of yellow! Yes I couldn't find a better photo, forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wardrobe. Seriously must change colours -__- It's such bad kindergarten colours. Meaning like the bad colour combinations kids come up with. (E.g. brown+purple, khaki green+cyan) But mine is like dark fushia and dark blue plus yellow... I hate it. It's so dull except the yellow. Which = bad colour combi. I want it to be mirrored. But then again I might mindfuck myself that I'd see ghosts' reflections, especially when I wake up. Maybe like a frosted-glass one wouldn't be too bad. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of it makes me more excited than losing my virginity HAHAHAHAHA. And then I'll have a red/bright blue study desk... Not that I love studying. It's just that the table would take up more space = more colour in my room. And I have a very ugly *but good and big* desk/table in my room. :D Also I wanna replace my shelfs... It's all wood. Maybe I'll paint it according to the spectrum of the&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. YES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never get a bed frame. I like that I sleep only on the mattress itself hehe. Besides the mattress is quite high so oh well. And what if I roll off the bed. D: I always did that when I was much younger, when I used to sleep with my mom. My mom says I always end up &lt;strike&gt;on the floor&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;under the bed LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL I don't even know how I did it. HAHAHA There was once, cause my nanny would sleep beside the bed, on a mattress. Then one night I rolled off the bed and fell on her. I begun crying and she screamed and my mom couldn't stop laughing HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA THE MAID DAMN SAD LIFE LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Ah besides, Hailey can come snuggle with me more easily yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jackandhall.tumblr.com/post/6789195402/remember-that-time" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lydqwbxzob1qc2w0qo1_500.jpg" width="323" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOL RIGHT COOL RIGHT. SORRY I THINK IT'S SUPER COOL. Memory jar. : ) Got it from a DIY blog, and thought it was rather fun to do. And therefore I'm gonna go to Ikea someday and get 2 jars! :D One jar for the memory thing, and another to be used a coin bank. Because I would throw my money around in my drawers and I would somehow keep spending it if it's easy to reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Yay i just got a mosquito bite hehe. I love mosquito bites. You know, the itchy feeling makes me grateful that I still can feel. I have a sense of touch. And that I'm still alive. _l_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toms.com/yellow-pop-herringbone-youth-classics" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.districtfootwear.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/IMG_9940.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna buy Toms! In fact, I'm going tomorrow! (Or technically, later. Since it's past 12.) With Munyi : ) she's gonna get her navy blue Toms, whereas I'm getting the Yellow Pop Herringbone one. Yeah I wouldn't know what that is either if I were to be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must the name be so fancy LOL K but not as fancy as OPI lacquer names. Anyway, I want the yellow one yay, we're going to Rockstar later. I went there around 2 weeks ago? The sad part is, I only saw the pink. : ( But the yellow isn't as bright as the pink or blue damn it. But I like yellow. Le sigh. The blue is really nice but then I wear too many blue already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rdujour.com/2011/03/31/the-cambridge-satchel-company-%E2%80%9Cfluo%E2%80%9D-collection/" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://images.rdujour.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/The-Cambridge-Satchel-Company-for-Dover-Street-Market-Fluo-Collection-310311.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;NEON CAMBRIDGE SATCHELS. OMG. SWEET JESUS. LET'S JUST SAY I'VE NEVER BEEN SO DRAWN TO A GREEN BEFORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-5188789826012935952?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/5188789826012935952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=5188789826012935952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/5188789826012935952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/5188789826012935952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-suppose-i-have-decided-on-my.html' title='I suppose I have decided on my favourite colour.'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487027038666732264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-3784556840115216258</id><published>2012-02-09T20:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T20:46:45.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes I must give people the shock of their life by putting my model card in the transparent card slot of my wallet in front of my student pass and IC. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA #EGO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-3784556840115216258?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/3784556840115216258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=3784556840115216258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/3784556840115216258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/3784556840115216258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2012/02/yes-i-must-give-people-shock-of-their.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-7602630626544120157</id><published>2012-01-21T17:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T17:41:43.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm seriously gonna punch the next fucker who "lol"s me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-7602630626544120157?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/7602630626544120157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=7602630626544120157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/7602630626544120157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/7602630626544120157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-seriously-gonna-punch-next-fucker.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-3930053898218928940</id><published>2012-01-19T05:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T05:02:24.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEHHEW BRINGING CHEM HOMEWORK WITH ME TO POOP AND LISTEN TO STEP BY KARA HEHEHEHEHEHE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-3930053898218928940?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/3930053898218928940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=3930053898218928940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/3930053898218928940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/3930053898218928940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2012/01/hehhew-bringing-chem-homework-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-8997235535800558107</id><published>2012-01-16T05:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T06:06:27.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicidal thoughts again but no balls</title><content type='html'>I wanna die. But I dare not but I really hate being forced to do things that I suck at almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I come home I feel all tired but worried about the next day being stupid and clueless about everything again. And lonely. It's like I know what's wrong but I can't help but only freak out.&lt;br /&gt;And online everyone is posting about doing homework and revising. But you know honestly? I still don't feel like it's normal to study. Like at home and self revision. And I just can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like life. It's the same thing every fucking day. Which is one of my reasons I wanna die young. Then my mom always has to remind me "What are you? A student! A student's job is just to study! It's so easy!". Apparently if I'm already dying here being a student, wouldn't my future be much scarier and I'll just be stupider and stupider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously why do people want to live long... Life is just like that. How much more interesting can it get? Besides when you're old you can barely do anything... And I wouldn't want to have my own family cause it would probably crumble in my hands and children annoy the fuck out of me, and also I can't imagine being stuck to the same and only few people for the rest of my life. Sorry to come off as emotionless whatever but yeah. Life is just working... Either that or not working like me. Then being so freaked out that it's going so fast and everyone is working a gazillion times harder. Life scares me. I wanna end it. But death doesn't really seem less scary does it? What if I kill myself and someone stops me halfway or what if I fail death? Then I'll be like lying on the hospital bed or something in coma for don't know how long... It'll be such a waste of time. And space. It's the same as now anyway. I'm such a waste of space on this Earth. Waste of recourses and waste of time to even respond to. Probably after reading this, you'd be like "Lol that's all? What a waste of my time reading this barely suicidal note."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not smart I'm not talented I'm not pretty gorgeous whatever I'm not even a nice friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to stay in a chalet alone for a week. Or sneak out to a beach at night. Also alone. I don't want to be around people I like/love and having them feel like, wtf is this why you bringing me here you are boring and you're not fun why you acting like you're so close to me lol are you like trying to bond with me? Man fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want that so I wanna be alone. In fact nowadays I like being alone. Because when I'm with people, I feel like I'm so extra. So out of place. Like if they could bury me at that very moment for being so clueless about heir inside jokes and laughter, they would. It's just a formality that they hang out with me that kinda thing. I just want to die so I can save everyone the trouble of ever being angry or irritated for another second. And I don't have to continue feeling sad. Or tired. And useless. It's okay if I don't feel happy anymore. So long as I'm not feeling any worse about myself. So I'd rather be alone than left out. It's a horrible feeling, not to be part of anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-8997235535800558107?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/8997235535800558107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=8997235535800558107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/8997235535800558107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/8997235535800558107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2012/01/suicidal-thoughts-again-but-no-balls.html' title='Suicidal thoughts again but no balls'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-3312297872208739428</id><published>2012-01-15T01:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T01:06:21.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake is gross</title><content type='html'>I thought you know, I'd look forward to school so I wouldn't have to feel left out like I already do at home. Or feel any more crappy about myself. Lol. I just miss having friends who genuinely care. Or at least have time to care and hear me out. I feel like dying everyday. I should've never been with friends from the start. Now it sucks to drift and lose friends and be alone. And by friends I mean people who will patiently listen to me even if it's 5 hours of me sobbing through words and choking on my tears. Only kirti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please stop sticking to me. And stop leaving me out. Stop sharing secrets then bursting out laughing and then not explaining what it is. It makes me feel like toilets can be better friends sometimes. Please don't bitch to me and then telling me to go get close to someone you dislike so I can hear their pathetic stories to tell you. Fuck off, that is mean and fake and disgusting. She doesn't have friends, so why do you want to be like all two faced with her by using someone?&lt;br /&gt;But seriously stop sticking to me. I go with them sometimes and you just tag along. Wtf... And you say it is awkward and sad then later you kaobei that you're left out when you have other friends. Why do you have to join the group and talk about irrelevant stuff to me that no one at all understands and CAN YOU STOP INTERRUPTING PEOPLE? I wanna hear what they have to say what the fuck is wrong with you. Fucking hate interrupts. Isn't it kinda obvious and clear when the fuck to shut up? And you don't even contribute to the group conversation. You talk about fuck and then only tell me and it's just WTF LA SERIOUSLY AND YOU WONDER WHY PEOPLE DON'T REPLY YOU AND YOU GIVE FUCKTARDED SUGGESTIONS AND CONVERSATIONS. YOU LOSE YOUR FRIENDS THEN NOW YOU'RE SO CLOSE TO ME LOL BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking hate fake people also la k.&lt;br /&gt;Don't like someone then you still act so okay with that person. Can't you like move away? Or worse. You start conversations with them. YOU START. And after being annoyed you go bitching to your other friends saying things like oh my god she is so annoying and extra whatever whatever.&lt;br /&gt;WTF people talk to you, you won't reply one is it. Wait actually I don't really reply people I don't like. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Unless... That person clearly hates you too. Then that basically makes the both of you fake whores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the damn act humble people also k. And at the same time so attention seeking. Practically in the nude in public shouting "I AM HUMBLE!!!" with neon lights on you.&lt;br /&gt;All of these all over facefuckingbook. But then for fucking SS we have to create this group for notes. Wtf then everyone on Facebook is all like #ohha ha!iusehashtags. #ANDALLYOURTAGSAREWRONG &lt;br /&gt;AND #PAINFUL TO READ #OHMYEYES ✋😪&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-3312297872208739428?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/3312297872208739428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=3312297872208739428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/3312297872208739428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/3312297872208739428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2012/01/fake-is-gross.html' title='Fake is gross'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-4631664563691496027</id><published>2012-01-06T10:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T10:03:48.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am skinny YAY</title><content type='html'>I was at Kallang MRT with a whole group of girls. And there was this guy... He was creepy. He was talking very very dirty and somehow I got disturbed when he removed his jacket and it was a singlet under it. -_-&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA somehow la hor somehow, amongst all the girls I was the smartest and prettiest HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WTF and the girls and I, all our names happen to start with the letter T. I think I was Tina or something. (irrelevant to drama friend though!) Yeah the guy was chasing all of us around Kallang mrt when all I wanted was to go home and it would be quite stupid to actually go home and let him follow me -___-  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No k wait at first I was with i don't know who. The MRT station quite cool red and futuristic one. Love my dreams man everything futuristic. I alighted and the guy started following us and dirty flirting/talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked faster until we ran and ran super long. (already said it's a dream. No wonder hair not oily one so nice) Somehow I ran to the side of mrt and there was this stone table and bench thing (you know like at void decks and people play chess there but it's classier) I walked towards it and suddenly Liyi and Isabel popped up and I joined them and they were talking about camp. (HUH?) stuff like, asking if they packed already, don't know what on the packing list very redundant one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how but I wasn't with them anymore and I was back in the mrt with the group of stupid ass girls and that sick minded guy. Slowly the guy started touching some of the girls and kept slowly stripping HIS JACKET and putting it back on and stripping it again. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA YES SO DISTURBING WOW. We all got freaked out and somehow he started to target me... Oh my god why I dream of myself being some chiobu one so bhb... If there's anyone hating me and reading this I think you should stop, if I were you, I would want to strangle me very badly LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah then he kept chasing me and I clearly had no time to call the police and so I shouted to the girls, call the police!!! And I think she was fucking stupid or something, she didn't think of using her phone or whatever and she was all panicky and giving the fucking 😰 face to me LIKE BITCH CAN YOU DO SOMETHING THAT HELPS. Then I shouted to her to go to the MRT person-working-there thing. And she was shouting so annoyingly softly "oi" "call police" BITCH DO YOU WANT HELP OR NOT then I'm like CAN'T YOU GO THERE CAN'T YOU RUN THERE DON'T YOU HAVE FUCKING LEGS. And she was like "oh.." and let's just say a fish could run faster than her -__- _l_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it seems like she has the worst communication skills ever even the person at the "mrt counter" thing (pls forgive me I am trying to remember what I dreamt don't judge me I forgot what it is called) doesn't even wanna hear her talk and ignores her HAHAHA but I was still being chased oh my god... And there happened to be another counter so the rest of the group of girls went there and the "receptionist" dialled and it was engaged. BESIDES WE'RE THEY STUPID TOO OR BLIND? SO MUCH DRAMA GOING ON IN THE MRT AND YOU'RE SITTING BEHIND GLASS WALLS YOU CAN'T SEE? ✋😪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls were being ridiculous and shouting "rapist" and "paedophile". Seriously cannot stand girls/people who call guys that for nothing (YES EVEN IF THAT GUY WAS REALLY HARASSING US) I mean like bitch please how is he even raping you? OR HOW ARE YOU EVEN A KID?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah then I just kept running around lor. And the group of girls were in bean positions. LOL like all orz LOL LOL LOL. But he was clearly chasing me (bhb but true 😏) WHY YOU ALL ACTING LIKE YOU HAVE BEEN HURT (PHYSICALLY/EMOTIONALLY) WTF? Can you at least help me block him or something?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was sleeping and I realised it was a dream cause spending a day with a dirty minded guy and a bunch of fucking brainless attention seeking terrible English whores was simply unthinkable and probably not possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so skinny in the dream HAHAHAHAHA HAPPINESS but it wasn't me. -.- I was in some other girl's body... And I had long hair. Long straightened hair EW so I couldn't imagine myself being skinny. 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Gross gross gross I feel like barfing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I opened my room's door and like this garbage stench filled my room. And apparently that bloody disgusting smell came from my packet of dinner oh my god... I don't understand how can my mom and sis spend forever eating Asian food everyday... It just makes me want to die. K I don't really mind. But it's like if they eat wanton mee today. At least a month they will keep buying wanton mee. Suddenly feeling random and realised that wanton mee is finally disgusting, they switch. Let's say maybe chicken rice. Everyday chicken rice until at least a month. Then change charsiew rice WAH FUCK. And please don't even tell me to ask me go buy food on my own (let alone cook hahahahahahaha) I have no money at all. "Go ask you mother la" if that worked, clearly I would have already done that right. #duh Sigh C'est la vie.&lt;br /&gt;Funny though. I remember the first time I ate that duck rice I enjoyed it a lot. It was 2 weeks ago. Maybe I was famished then LOL. But oh my god... It's filled with the skin and fats. I hate skin and fats. Be it on my platter or on me. HAHAHAHA. And there was this really scarily huge portion of rice. I swear I could eat it for at least two meals. And also super generous with the sauce/gravy/food-taste-enhancing liquid. The rice was literally gasping for air while drowning. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh but I just feel nauseous cause of the smell. I don't know why it smelled like that. It's supposed to smell quite nice actually :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whut. Why my mom suddenly wanna buy Beats for me and my sis for Christmas. (So happy! I didn't expect to get any gift this year at all :D) Fake one la but my mom and sis found very good lobang. I don't want Beats though, everyone has it. And mainly it's the Ahbengs LOLOLOL. Then people around you will ask if it's good and if it works. (DUH IT WORKS?) Very cool meh. I'd rather use a listening tool which receives as little attention to my ears as possible. Which is why I'm saving up for my Urbanears.&lt;br /&gt;K BUT HAVEN'T BUY YET SO I'LL CONVINCE MY MOM TO GET ME URBANEARS AND I'LL PAY HER BACK BY INSTALMENTS NEXT YEAR CAUSE SHE SAY ONLY GIVE ME POCKET MONEY FOR SCHOOL MEALS AND IF I WANT TO BUY ANYTHING I MUST SAVE MY OWN MONEY WHICH I HAVE CALCULATED SINCE ONE DAY I GET LIKE $5 AND IF I DON'T EAT IN SCHOOL AND GO HOME EARLY I WILL PREVENT MYSELF FROM SPENDING MONEY I WILL LOSE WEIGHT AND ONE WEEK I WILL GET $25 IN 4 WEEKS I GET $100. OMFG. WIN. WIN. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-4763118489380135861?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/4763118489380135861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=4763118489380135861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/4763118489380135861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/4763118489380135861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/12/ducks-are-not-birds-they-are-fats.html' title='Ducks are not birds they are fats.'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-7744295006091095470</id><published>2011-12-15T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T10:19:24.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the iYiYi</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZAHDtzeC_AU?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is worse, the fact that I found this song really catchy, or that Cody and this MV reminded me of Justin Bieber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean c'mon, not-so-famous kid with a rapper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the female lead looks way older than him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He looks way younger than himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND THE STARTING ALSO WITH THE CALL ON PHONE THING. GOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-7744295006091095470?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/7744295006091095470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=7744295006091095470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/7744295006091095470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/7744295006091095470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-iyiyi.html' title='What the iYiYi'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487027038666732264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZAHDtzeC_AU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-9014524429502148456</id><published>2011-12-15T03:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T03:55:06.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIERRA NEUDECK IS FUCKING HOT OMFG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nSMAd9jLYKU?hd=1" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-9014524429502148456?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/9014524429502148456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=9014524429502148456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/9014524429502148456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/9014524429502148456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/12/sierra-neudeck-is-fucking-hot-omfg.html' title='SIERRA NEUDECK IS FUCKING HOT OMFG'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nSMAd9jLYKU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-6083917647344513498</id><published>2011-12-14T13:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T13:42:56.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I actually woke up happy.</title><content type='html'>Then I answered the wedding question, which reminded me of me being all ugly and stupid and useless. Which is really depressing. All my cousins are pretty. Not only my cousins. The previous generation also (FOR THEIR AGE). All of them are smart. K not all are smart, but the not so smart ones are super gorgeous and I swear to god they can be models. All the girls are tall and skinny and pretty and girly and neat and quiet and all the typical "dream girl" kinda thing. And they all have talents. I have nothing. All I am is a friend. What. The. Fuck. I won't even get paid for being a friend when I need to get a serious job. Everyone else has a future I have nothing I am nothing what the fuck am I what the fuck am I doing. My family hates me because I am bad in Lit and that I am a disgrace. Right. You know I actually almost committed suicide a few days ago but then I remembered that I shouldn't hurt myself. I should hurt people who've hurt me. Yeah but I never really do that. I'd rather just sink into the walls or floor or the background to get as little attention from my family as I can before it's obvious to everyone about my nothingness. I hate myself. I want a short life so I can die young. Because I see no point in life really. Not exactly in a negative way. But, like, live so long for what, seriously? Why does everyone want a long life? Live until 70 or 80? Your leg not pain meh, your back so steady meh? K maybe you all can probably be able to afford for the riches in your future. I think my life will turn out messier. And I don't want to continue messing it any further actually. Maybe I will get a stupid job if I can, then I gather enough money for lots and lots and lots of fattening food and eat until I become obese then I'll go for liposuction and plastic surgery and make myself look hot then run away from the doctor and kill myself so I can die pretty and I don't have to pay yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O wait I will still be swelling and all. Ah whatever la I intend to die of obesity at a young age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-6083917647344513498?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/6083917647344513498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=6083917647344513498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/6083917647344513498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/6083917647344513498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-actually-woke-up-happy.html' title='I actually woke up happy.'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-9181980535879753561</id><published>2011-12-14T12:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T13:20:33.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glee season 3/fucktargly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Oh. My. GOD. Why every episode's ending all so intense and so filled with shock and suspense one!!! (hi spoiler ahead hahahhahahaha) It's like Puck suddenly kissed Shelby, Santana slapped Finn, then Rachel suddenly announcing that she is banned from sectionals OMFGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG PLAY YOUR FEELING ONE LOR. MAKE YOU SO GANJIONG THEN THEY STOP FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst part is that I still don't know when's the airing of Glee on Fox. I have Fox but I just never really get to watch it at the right time. Besides I don't watch TV very often anyway. I want cable in my room! However the hell my uncle manages to connect the Cable TV he has in his living room to all the other televisions in his house. He's cool. He's smart in everything except proper books and studies. I good at nothing -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! I think &lt;strike&gt;Santana&lt;/strike&gt; Naya Rivera is super hot (FAVOURITE IN GLEE CAST) but she didn't really have to be a bitch in I Kissed A Girl though. But she was hurt and all so whatever. And wadafack she damn rojak can!!! Double love! I just Googled-Wiki her and it's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Rivera was raised in Valencia, Santa Clarita, California and has lived in or around Los Angeles for most of her life. Rivera is of half Puerto Rican, quarter African, and quarter German descent. At eight or nine months old, she began to be represented by the same talent agent as her mother, who had moved to Los Angeles to pursue modeling.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck so she's been pretty since birth. I feel so &lt;i&gt;fucktargly&lt;/i&gt;. -______________-&lt;br /&gt;And I want to learn Spanish. It sounds very nice. The other European languages sound too tongue-twisty. LOL Unless I luckily enter a school full of Europeans like my sister. She's picked up a few lines of every part of Europe she's been to. There's German (HAHAHA I KNOW HOW TO SAY "I LOVE YOU" IN GERMAN. SOME GERMAN DUDE FROM A SHOP TAUGHT ME AND BECAUSE WE SAID IT WELL WE GOT A FREE BUNCH OF BANANAS YAY AND IT'S LIKE WEIRD HAHAHHA IT SOUNDS LIKE YOU'RE CHOKING ON A FURBALL), French, Romansh, a bit of Dutch. I feel like I'm such a nothing in my family why is everyone so smart, the not smart one also at least super pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-9181980535879753561?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/9181980535879753561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=9181980535879753561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/9181980535879753561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/9181980535879753561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/12/glee-season-3.html' title='Glee season 3/fucktargly.'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-3273022972676147418</id><published>2011-12-14T11:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T11:10:57.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought you were nice</title><content type='html'>Why are you doing this? He is my friend and I personally he is a super wonderful guy! If you're annoyed with him and you hate/dislike him then why do you act like you enjoy spending time with him... If its because of shit like "I don't wanna hurt his feelings" then why are you still bitching about him to me? If you dislike someone, just avoid that person or tell the person off la. Either way. But you're pretending to be his friend, then again, you keep bad-mouthing him. If it's so hard to be friends then don't be! Not that anyone would die. Not as if you're being forced. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ if you wanna be friends then shut up. Friends don't complain about each other all the time -__- &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-3273022972676147418?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/3273022972676147418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=3273022972676147418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/3273022972676147418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/3273022972676147418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-thought-you-were-nice.html' title='I thought you were nice'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-2434294933838994077</id><published>2011-12-14T10:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T10:51:07.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever been to a wedding?</title><content type='html'>Yeah and I hate it... It was pretty long ago and I think I was probably a new kid in primary school or in kindergarten. I used to be so shy and awkward it's so annoying, the kind I really hate. I would mumble and whine and talk like I have a speech impediment. LOL. And apparently, I was chosen to be the flower girl (is that what you call it) yeah I was so reluctant I cried the day before the wedding so badly. In fact I called the parents of the groom (godparents, spoil me a lot. Until I stopped being cute and they have grandchildren _lllllllll_) and cried super dramatically&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA COME TO THINK OF IT THAT WAS SO BITCHY OMG. It wasn't even "real tears" I don't even know how I did it. My mom got so pissed off with me, and she talked it out with my godparents, and when she said I didn't have to be the flower girl, I just IMMEDIATELY stopped crying and had a wide grin instantly. I still remember.. But why did I do that o__o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hated the wedding nonetheless. I was forced to wear some dress with TERRIBLE CUTTING. It's okay and all on the outside but underneath that fucking dress was like filled with wire barb and birds' nests -__- Itched like fuck lah omfg. And remember when frilly socks were cool.......... I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I LIKED THEM (or did I) IT IS ANKLE-TORTURE. SO ITCHY OMGGGG. The annoying lacey thingies creeping around the ankles wah fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only part of the wedding I enjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nah, pffft not the food. It was pretty gross since everyone around me had terrible table manners. Spitting bones at the side, taking as much as they can, shouting Hokkien to one another, when actually they are just two seats away from each other, not another table -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part:&lt;br /&gt;I saw the sad faces of 2 pretty and cute flower girls. And 2 other ugly and fat page boys. They had to come in a pair HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA BEST TIME OF MY LIFE HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;(but now come to think of it I think I was chosen because I'm like the ugliest amongst all the cousins lor wtf fuck you all MY TEARS WERE NOT WASTED HAHAAHHAAHHAA)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-2434294933838994077?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/2434294933838994077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=2434294933838994077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/2434294933838994077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/2434294933838994077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/12/have-you-ever-been-to-wedding.html' title='Have you ever been to a wedding?'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-1886201064681344299</id><published>2011-12-13T13:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T13:57:30.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GTFO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;You know I don't know why you keep complaining about my room. You don't like my room and you keep coming in for what?! You don't get paid!!! I don't beg for your presence either! All you want is money right! go your room lah!!! Got more money and less junk. Perfection. For you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-1886201064681344299?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/1886201064681344299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=1886201064681344299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/1886201064681344299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/1886201064681344299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/12/gtfo.html' title='GTFO'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-6103305274137592086</id><published>2011-12-13T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T03:03:22.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can ignore what I typed but WATCH THE VIDEO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I'm giggling and blushing like craaaaaaazy hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="93" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lve0vkeqGS1qdlc6k.gif" width="146" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="93" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lve0vkeqGS1qdlc6k.gif" width="146" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lve0vkeqGS1qdlc6k.gif" width="146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Who else right? Who else but but-&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god okay he can look sexy and hot as fuck. Then he can also look super charming and cute. And he loves everyone. He isn't homophobic. (I'm not even closeted but I think it's so asdfghjkl when people are all homophobic. #MAJORTURNOFF) Clearly isn't racist. He can do a British accent HAHAHA and what the fuck why are his nails painted HAHAHAHAHHAA IT'S SO CUTE. BECAUSE I LIKE HIM THEN IT'S CUTE HAHAHAHAHAHHA. And he's the only guy that I approve of to have a hairy body and crazily curly hair. And his eyebrows oh god his eyebrows are so triangular and bushy. Yes it is cute and only on him ahhahahah. And however the bloody hell he looks so cute in bow-ties. And he acts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And he said Kurt is a better kisser than Rachel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls11lsqWAM1qd9xk0.gif" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok but fine i have nothing against Lea Michelle LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OKAY OKAY OKAY SO WATCH THE VIDEO OKAY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vZJDkfjDa2w?hd=1" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvryf04Smr1r11ujq.gif" width="278" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay wait I found another one and the way he talks and-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aW09oP98JAI?hd=1" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvtguu97N21qdz3dz.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK IT WHY DID THE GIRL BREAK UP WITH HIM I WANT HIM OH MY GODDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Oh uh haha hi I kinda realised that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small;"&gt;there isn't the ask button&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small;"&gt;at my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Formspring widget at the blog's sidebar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small;"&gt;HAHAHA uhm ok this is weird and awkward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small;"&gt;You have to hit the "tab" key if you ever wanna ask shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small;"&gt;hahahah&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small;"&gt;ok bye muackzxcxzcxzcxzc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-6103305274137592086?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/6103305274137592086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=6103305274137592086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/6103305274137592086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/6103305274137592086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-can-ignore-what-i-typed-but-watch.html' title='You can ignore what I typed but WATCH THE VIDEO'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vZJDkfjDa2w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-5263090438816286997</id><published>2011-12-12T01:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T01:55:48.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO FUTURE CLASSMATES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I DON'T KNOW IF I LIKE YOU OR NOT AND I DON'T KNOW YOU GUYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;BUT CAN WE HAVE THIS AS OUR CLASS TEE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mypartyshirt.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/t/h/thing-1-thing-2-shirts_1_1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://mypartyshirt.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/t/h/thing-1-thing-2-shirts_1_1.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mypartyshirt.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/t/h/thing-1-thing-2-costumes_1_1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://mypartyshirt.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/t/h/thing-1-thing-2-costumes_1_1.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lLvhrj6IPCI?hd=1" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are so annoyingly cute oh my god. AND I WANT THIS SHIRT AND WHY THEY SO PWEEDEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="667" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvwgm5mNdg1r4ieiwo1_500.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-5263090438816286997?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/5263090438816286997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=5263090438816286997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/5263090438816286997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/5263090438816286997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/12/hello-future-classmates.html' title='HELLO FUTURE CLASSMATES'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lLvhrj6IPCI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-3049861757089490249</id><published>2011-12-11T22:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T01:07:20.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies I will not be surprised to see during Christmas/New Year's week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Home Alone 1234567893428350894150946134&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How The Grinch Stole Christmas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shrek the Halls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some local movie/film, I don't know the title but there's this little girl with insanely long hair and she's super cute but really annoying and she has an American accent. And her dad works as some FedEx guy or some delivery thing one.&lt;br /&gt;AH THIS GUY ACTING AS THE DAD: &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="355" src="http://sin.stb.s-msn.com/i/60/1418B8684A24641E9ABFB46822FB.jpg" width="462" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Santa Clause 1/2/3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Polar Express&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Mickey Mouse one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cat In The Hat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW, SERIOUSLY, IF I'M WATCHING SOMETHING WITH OBVIOUS AND KEEN INTEREST, SHUT THE FUCKING FUCK UP. I DON'T WANNA HEAR ABOUT YOUR COMMENTS, ESPECIALLY IF THEY ARE UNRELATED AND NOT FUNNY AT ALL (IF YOU DON'T KNOW IF IT'S GONNA BE FUNNY OR NOT, THINK, DO I ALWAYS LOOK STRANGLED WHEN I "LAUGH" AT YOUR JOKES), AND ALL THE MORE I DON'T WANNA FUCKING HEAR YOU FUCKING ASK ME "WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN? WHO IS HE? WHY DID THAT PERSON DO THAT? WHAT THAT PERSON THINKING?" SHUT UP BITCH. HOW THE FUCKING FUCK I FUCKING KNOW? I'M ALSO WATCHING IT RIGHT. &lt;b&gt;BRAINS? : D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lq9dnpEXeS1qco37x.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKIN' HELL IMMA WATCH THE DA VINCI CODE AND ANGELS AND DEMONS WITH KYLIE AND WEILIANG OR WHOEVER THE HELL COMES TO MY PLACE. I FUCKING SCREAMED FOR LIKE TWICE. AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON IN ANGELS AND DEMONS BECAUSE THE BACKGROUND MUSIC VERY THE INTENSE AND THEY WILL STOP THE MUSIC SUDDENLY AND THE CAMERA JUST FUCKING DOESN'T MOVE AND IT'S LIKE YOU KNOW SOMETHING IS GONNA BE POPPING OUT YOU JUST DON'T KNOW WHEN, OH GOD THE SUSPENSE. IS. KILLIN. ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-3049861757089490249?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/3049861757089490249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=3049861757089490249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/3049861757089490249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/3049861757089490249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/12/movies-i-will-not-be-surprised-to-see.html' title='Movies I will not be surprised to see during Christmas/New Year&apos;s week'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-6479217607371734337</id><published>2011-12-11T17:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T17:40:36.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such local talent online</title><content type='html'>I think it's damn annoying when people say things like "Hi I just blogged! Go and tag please!" and they'll share it on Twitter and Facebook and whatever fancy social network you have LOL. "Aw I got 10 readers today and no tags? :(" "Sorry guys I didn't blog today" WHY YOU MAKING YOURSELF SOUND LIKE A POPULAR BLOGGER WTF. If your posts are nice, people who care and want to read WILL read. And if you realise that your tag-board happen to be only filled with "Hi tagged :)" "Hello" "Tagged!" "Tag at my blog too!" CLEARLY YOUR BLOG IS FUCKING BORING RIGHT OMG AND THEY DIDN'T READ YOUR POSTS LA!!! Why do you think they never mention about your entries oh mother of gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haahahaha makes me think of Friendster. Oh well I need to shit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-6479217607371734337?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/6479217607371734337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=6479217607371734337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/6479217607371734337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/6479217607371734337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/12/such-local-talent-online.html' title='Such local talent online'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-8218934452492319548</id><published>2011-11-29T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T03:04:23.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Movie 1!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Liyi just left my house and I feel like I just died already, 'cause I live in a house full of people that I don't talk to. #foreveralone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabel was supposed to come too, butt I guess she couldn't make it. Damn it. Was kinda fun and bored today though. LOL was movie marathoning with Liyi. I just downloaded a whole lot of movies on Funshion last night. Never ending numbers of chick flicks omg. ♡ ♡ ♡! I wanted to download more but then I really wanted to sleep already oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think I actually downloaded Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, Breaking Dawn. And I still get what's the big deal about it!!! They talk like they are completely uninterested in a conversation, Bella is overly desperate for Edward which is fucking annoying, Edward &lt;s&gt;talks&lt;/s&gt; mumbles through his speech and says a shitload of mushy, cliched lines which is also fucking annoying, and the fact that Bella buys all of the his bullshit IS ALSO FUCKING ANNOYING I HATE IT I HATE IT! And why would she ever date/think of dating Edward or Jacob?! Omfg?! Wa I watch already damn agitated sia. I bloody wanna bitch-slap her. But Dakota Fanning damn cool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K anyway, I honestly can't remember if we did finish watching New Moon. But I swear I was already dying. Went down to buy Cheezels and Calbee crackers. Then came back up and chose another movie, Lovewrecked. It was so boring oh my god... Comedies are supposed to make people laugh. Either I'm not human or that it's a terrible comedy. I happen to prefer the 2nd example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate like half the packet of crackers and I felt I needn't eat for the entire week already. Suggested changing the movie, and watched Disaster Movie instead. It wasn't funny either... So we switched to Scary Movie instead HAHAHA probably her all-time favourite. There was SM123&amp;amp;4. And we couldn't really decide on which one to watch and she watched all &lt;br /&gt;already. I said why not we look at the movie ratings, see which is better and has more viewers? Then 2 and 4 are like the highest rated or something.&lt;br /&gt;So I asked her, which movie is the one where the guy ejaculated til it shot up to the ceiling LOL Since she kept mentioning it to me HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, yes, we watched Scary Movie 1. YAY. LOL when that sex scene came, my mom suddenly came home. And we had to pause the movie because we were watching it in the living room BECAUSE there's this stupid mozzie in my room #likeafucker -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully she sort of watched it before then we knew when to pause it. And we paused for like the longest time and went to stalk some pretty ugly/pretty people. Bitchy, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until she and I at the same time got the same idea at the same time to just watch it without sound hahahahhahahahaha. So I hit the spacebar, and it played. The guy like lifted her undie and bats flew out OMFG HAHAHAHAHHAHA I PAUSED IMMEDIATELY AND LAUGHED LIKE FUCK MAD. Then continue and ah the rest was pretty gross and funny to go into detail. LOL But no nude-y scenes hehehe #InnocenceAtItsbest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-8218934452492319548?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/8218934452492319548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=8218934452492319548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/8218934452492319548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/8218934452492319548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/11/scary-movie-1.html' title='Scary Movie 1!'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-1982370263736390288</id><published>2011-11-28T19:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T14:00:21.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#awkwardkid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Mom:&lt;br /&gt;When you have your first boyfriend ah?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;*UHHHHHH* I don't have-&lt;br /&gt;Mom:&lt;br /&gt;Only can have boyfriend when you 18 years old ah&lt;br /&gt;#awkward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixtapemastersinc.com/main/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/Rihanna-We-Found-Love-Feat.-Calvin-Harris.mp3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;We Found Love - Rihanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postmusic.org/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/David-Guetta-I-Wanna-Go-Crazy-ft.-Will.I.Am-Afrojacks-Crazy-Dutch-Remix.mp3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;I Wanna Go Crazy - David Guetta feat. Will.I.Am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://be.media.v4.skyrock.net/music/bea/aaf/beaaaf82595691cde0973e6419f6dbed.mp3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Good Feeling - Flo Rida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pds15.egloos.com/pds/200904/11/45/LMFAO_-_La_La_La.mp3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;La La La - LMFAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://75.media.v4.skyrock.net/music/754/e8a/754e8ad6debdd6e0a020258aa7397914.mp3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Hangover - Taio Cruz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.legalhighsvic.com/Sweat-David-Guetta-Remix.mp3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Sweat - Snoop Dogg feat. David Guetta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dc317.4shared.com/img/546241164/29e9b799/dlink__2Fdownload_2FLe7jxN5T_3Ftsid_3D20110328-72938-79a08d3/preview.mp3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Thriller/Heads Will Roll - Glee Cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-1982370263736390288?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/1982370263736390288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=1982370263736390288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/1982370263736390288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/1982370263736390288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/11/awkwardkid.html' title='#awkwardkid'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-2403482012507417976</id><published>2011-11-27T17:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T17:58:06.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi fatsies</title><content type='html'>Should I have a sleepover....... Like Christmas or something. Maybe invite Liyi and Isabel but maybe Isabel will die halfway because her OCD is too severe HEEHEEHEE ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-2403482012507417976?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/2403482012507417976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=2403482012507417976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/2403482012507417976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/2403482012507417976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/11/hi-fatsies.html' title='Hi fatsies'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-3206468843129637340</id><published>2011-11-27T06:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T06:58:29.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family lunch later</title><content type='html'>Sigh just not excited. In fact, quite reluctant. And I feel bad because it's to celebrate Momo's birthday. :C The adults arranged it a few days before her day, god knows why. Thank god I didn't have any plans. Or I would have been so pissed. They &lt;I&gt;never&lt;/I&gt; plan beforehand. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-3206468843129637340?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/3206468843129637340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=3206468843129637340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/3206468843129637340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/3206468843129637340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/11/family-lunch-later.html' title='Family lunch later'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-5967758390776861031</id><published>2011-11-26T04:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T04:26:58.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watado?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;You know, people have got to shut up about life success if their life is a fuckin' wreck. It's just the kind of irony I can't take.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;¯\_(ツ)_/¯&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-5967758390776861031?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/5967758390776861031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=5967758390776861031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/5967758390776861031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/5967758390776861031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/11/watado.html' title='Watado?'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-3499808158477497510</id><published>2011-11-26T04:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T04:12:04.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Yearner fella!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Well, sleeping position, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.co.uk/2011/11/17/what-your-sleeping-position-says-about-you_n_1098975.html#s479383&amp;amp;title=Yearner" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://i.huffpost.com/gadgets/slideshows/197491/slide_197491_479383_large.jpg?1321510930" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;People who sleep on their side with both arms out in front are said to have an open nature, but can be suspicious, cynical. They are slow to make up their minds, but once they have taken a decision, they are unlikely ever to change it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-3499808158477497510?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/3499808158477497510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=3499808158477497510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/3499808158477497510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/3499808158477497510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-yearner-fella.html' title='I&apos;m a Yearner fella!'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-7367652798006178083</id><published>2011-11-25T05:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T05:10:17.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY LOVE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsd3xiiCmM1qc2q4bo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="125" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luny2wa1z31qjqd8vo1_500.gif" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luny2wa1z31qjqd8vo2_500.gif" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsd3xiiCmM1qc2q4bo2_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lht6zlShWV1qehni3o1_500.gif" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltlgxsKaU11qhkc85o3_r1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="40" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv6ihjmcJe1qjqd8vo1_500.gif" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lspvulQsuK1qc2q4bo2_500.gif" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lk8pq98Ydl1qcrumo.gif" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;P.S. No the last GIF isn't Darren Criss. It's just how I feel when he threw the heart at me omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-7367652798006178083?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/7367652798006178083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=7367652798006178083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/7367652798006178083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/7367652798006178083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/11/oh-my-love.html' title='OH MY LOVE!!!'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-7229157115343285069</id><published>2011-11-25T03:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T03:26:07.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't bloody sneeze</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-31I0jy4MqXg/Ts6Z8J8e72I/AAAAAAAACKI/SV5kdM4K-JU/s320/Picture0071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My left eye has been fucking tearing up for more than 5 hours because my left nostril feels insanely itchy and I desperately need to sneeze AND I CAN'T. And thus I'm gonna wake up with one swollen eye tomorrow. Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-7229157115343285069?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/7229157115343285069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=7229157115343285069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/7229157115343285069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/7229157115343285069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-cant-bloody-sneeze.html' title='I can&apos;t bloody sneeze'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-31I0jy4MqXg/Ts6Z8J8e72I/AAAAAAAACKI/SV5kdM4K-JU/s72-c/Picture0071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-5686708342249075313</id><published>2011-11-24T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T05:11:59.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Local tv hahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Oh my facking god. I'm watching Super Model Me now and I wanna kill myself. I'm sorry but their English sucks. Oh my god I hate people with terrible English. "foreigner" is not a good excuse I don't care!!!!!!! OTL And the girls are so bimbotic. Bitchy is okay but being all bimbo is like omagagofaqurself. ANTM FTW. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hi those who are reading this, please go watch Channel 5 this Sunday, 27 Nov, @ 9pm. Just watch. You'll know what I mean. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-5686708342249075313?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/5686708342249075313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=5686708342249075313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/5686708342249075313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/5686708342249075313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/11/local-tv-hahaha.html' title='Local tv hahaha'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-3666214541016343868</id><published>2011-11-24T05:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T05:22:59.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I REALLY WANNA DO THIS</title><content type='html'>I REALLY WANNA DO THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yI9ZMEGqDZM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-3666214541016343868?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/3666214541016343868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=3666214541016343868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/3666214541016343868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/3666214541016343868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-really-wanna-do-this.html' title='I REALLY WANNA DO THIS'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yI9ZMEGqDZM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-2092815690249255640</id><published>2011-11-23T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T04:10:52.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Rachel berry :')</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F9UPcedmBOg/Tszu2arM5uI/AAAAAAAACJ8/IjG1EBYsALk/s640/1.png" width="556" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=32511387" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="289" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luie33woef1r6pstao1_400.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=32511387" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls123iiCcD1r0an16.gif" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=32511387" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lls2j5wNWg1qdd039.gif" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=32511387" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="127" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqguid0f2e1qafk16.gif" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=32511387" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="269" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqk4keNXvT1qakr8x.gif" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-2092815690249255640?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/2092815690249255640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=2092815690249255640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/2092815690249255640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/2092815690249255640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-hate-rachel-berry.html' title='I hate Rachel berry :&apos;)'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F9UPcedmBOg/Tszu2arM5uI/AAAAAAAACJ8/IjG1EBYsALk/s72-c/1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-9044591841918438326</id><published>2011-11-23T17:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T17:50:16.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thriller</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lg8dllwH351qgl4huo1_1297103381_cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lg8dllwH351qgl4huo1_1297103381_cover.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Thriller. Or almost any MJ song. But more Thriller, and Smooth Criminal, because it really reminds me &amp;nbsp;of music lessons with Mr Sim and Faith 2-3 2010.&lt;br /&gt;But wow Glee just made it damn spectacular with the mashup omg. HEHEHE I LOVE SANTANA SHE SUPER SEXY YAY SHE IS LESBIAN YAY YAY YAY AND MIKE CHANG IS SUPER CUTE WHEN HE IS SCARING THE OPPONENT TEAM YAY AND HIS PACS OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K whatever go watch them in their awesome zombie make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/k6-gIymTdyk" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-9044591841918438326?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/9044591841918438326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=9044591841918438326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/9044591841918438326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/9044591841918438326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/11/thriller.html' title='Thriller'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/k6-gIymTdyk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-4393350332959964186</id><published>2011-11-23T01:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T01:26:55.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well this is pretty saddening. I'm a Leo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/BestofLeo/status/126423110357495808" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6zgB6v8Oak/TsvbEsxMz0I/AAAAAAAACJ0/rIV9_fEZL2g/s1600/1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-4393350332959964186?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/4393350332959964186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=4393350332959964186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/4393350332959964186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/4393350332959964186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/11/well-this-is-pretty-saddening-im-leo.html' title='Well this is pretty saddening. I&apos;m a Leo.'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6zgB6v8Oak/TsvbEsxMz0I/AAAAAAAACJ0/rIV9_fEZL2g/s72-c/1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-7847101411754517230</id><published>2011-11-22T18:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T19:26:36.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overseas with friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lq2cz4IHhK1qivodso1_500.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw man, seeing the girls go on a good expensive holiday together make me so jealous.&lt;br /&gt;WILL GO TO LIYI'S PLACE IN THAILAND!!! AND THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rekindleme/5956619809/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Phuket (Karon Beach) by RekindleMe, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Phuket (Karon Beach)" height="640" src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6028/5956619809_d0e9b37210_b.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes k 1stly the guy looks nice, since we can barely see him, 2, I like the colour of the parachute thing, 3, this beach in Phuket is gorgeous omg. And Liyi says we'll go there if we go to her place. But need to go some fancy route, I also don't know what she talking about. Mommy says I can go *hyperventilates* omgomgomg but I asked after my O levels. Which is whuuuuuuut when I'm 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lswhefPFgz1qcvyz7.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lswhefPFgz1qcvyz7.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hi everybody I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2 fucking years to wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljvvxcQGj71qf86qm.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljvvxcQGj71qf86qm.gif" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Does my blog give the impression of very the act Tumblr. LOL Sorry whoever who thinks so but I like using GIFs for almost everything. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://forgifs.com/gallery/d/187904-1/Mascot_troll_flashing.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="189" src="http://forgifs.com/gallery/d/187904-1/Mascot_troll_flashing.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOL k found a funny one. How to try and get a girl to flash her boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-7847101411754517230?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/7847101411754517230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=7847101411754517230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/7847101411754517230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/7847101411754517230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/11/overseas-with-friends.html' title='Overseas with friends!'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-5323035552928096918</id><published>2011-11-22T06:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T07:04:32.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was 4. I'm 15 now.</title><content type='html'>Kinda just teared a whole lot while watching Glee. It's the part where Finn's and Kurt's mom and dad say their marriage vows. Which got me thinking about my dad. And seeing like this happy family, I'm just so jealous. I mean, not that he's dead but... I just miss how he always pampers me. Now things are just weird. You know, he'd never scold me? I mean, yeah he did once, I think I was being really annoying and all. When I was 3 or 4, and I thought he was the only one who would never scold me. Or raise a voice at me. I felt really hurt. But haha, I was a kid. Even when he got the news that I retained, and the next day he had to come over and pass my mom some money. Then he looked at me with this slight smile, patted my head, messed my hair a little, and said, "Just do your best the next time." In Mandarin, though. He doesn't really converse in English.&lt;br /&gt;Then he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to talk to him. Just chat. Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she went on and on, asking me why didn't I ask him for more money. I didn't answer. I wouldn't know what to say. And he was just there a few seconds ago! Can't you talk to him yourself? I mean, you were talking to him. Why must I be the messenger? Can't it be sis? I mean the both of you hate him too right? Why can't I know what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People sometimes tell me, "You know, I think because you don't live with him anymore, then your Chinese so poor haha." I don't take it personally. But I don't know, like when I think of him like now, alone, it will just... Hit me, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it actually did kind of broke my heart when I heard from my mom that he was disappointed that I was a girl, rather than a son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you bringing me to Toys R Us everyday. And then eating Hotcakes at McDs'. And always bringing me to see Lion Dances at the void decks when I could hear it. Ha, and sometimes (or was it most of the time) there'll be the stupid Chinese opera which would scare me shitless 'cause of the hideous make-up. I hear weird Asian noises coming from the void deck area or the 1st level and I'll insist that it is a lion dance group performing, and I'll make you bring me to watch it. You tell me it's not a lion dance, I insist and whine and you let me. Thank you. I actually miss waking up every morning, hearing the light fuzzy sound made by the TV in the background at the living room while I am in my room. I'll listen a little longer, and when I'm sure, I'll excitedly run out and greet you. You'll be there watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know a few days ago, somehow, I wanted to relive that a bit? I heard that fuzzy TV sound. I mean I wasn't expecting you there, but I was stupidly hoping so. Nah, just my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how you always asked me if I want to go to the nearby temple with you to pray or something. I always gladly join you. &lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I was a Buddhist. Sad only because I thought it was fun, so I wanted to be a Buddhist. And many things were yellow. I loved yellow so much. Such a happy child. Now? Nah not as much. Going to the temple always gave me nightmares. I had nightmares every night. EVERY. I swear it was the temple. It always gave me this really eerie feeling. No intentions to offend any Buddhists here. And it was very smoky there, and dark, making everything look really blur. I don't know why I so willingly want to go anyway. I guess I just wanted to stick to you everywhere you went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day I saw the both of you get into a physical fight. It scared me. I didn't know what to do either. You pulled her hair. She slapped you. There were a few kicks exchanged. But I was just shocked. I thought I'd only see that in TV dramas. But wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I actually feel scared of your neighbourhood friends hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;They smile creepy, they are uncles, they speak too much Hokkien, they smoke, they drink uncle beer, they have long, yellow pinky nails, and they wear really ugly thick gold jewelry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-5323035552928096918?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/5323035552928096918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=5323035552928096918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/5323035552928096918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/5323035552928096918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-was-4-im-15-now.html' title='I was 4. I&apos;m 15 now.'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-5140994645250752413</id><published>2011-11-21T19:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T01:28:31.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoiltbrat96</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Was watching Sex And The City again on Funshion, then SATC2 afterwards. Mom arrived home suddenly. Telling me she bought McDs'. :'C Why do you do this to me, mother? But super happy because the fries were really unappealing. They were so cold, cold like they actually survived an ice age. And it's those kind of leave-in-the-plastic-bag-for-a-really-long-time-til-it's-disgustingly-tasteless-like-it-is-uncooked. Those kind of fries really piss me off. But then I was so happy I didn't like it :') And the burger was just disgusting also. With the amount of mayonnaise it has in it, it should be called McMayo rather than McChicken. #ironic And they have such a pathetic amount of vegetables in it, it's as though the person who made it actually stole ingredients for my mom who was ordering at the moment. I only finished less than half the burger and I felt super bloated. Funny. I always thought I had a horrifying appetite. But it's a good thing anyway. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she bought me a bumper! :D And I painted my nails! Rather terribly but I still like it yay. Please don't mention to me about the bubble under the screen protector at the front camera. So din dei oh my god DSHFJSDAKFJA I can't get it off!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RM1S3wFiaSY/TspBNgtg4LI/AAAAAAAACJs/xqh_emzRaVA/s400/P1030462.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about the Bumper, it's transparent. :C I wanted a bright yellow opaque one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsgixxJjo01qhafj6.gif" /&gt;Yes this is how I am feeling now oh god&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just go kill the iPhone accessory shop after watching my SACT 1 &amp;amp; 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-5140994645250752413?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/5140994645250752413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=5140994645250752413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/5140994645250752413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/5140994645250752413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/11/spoiltbrat96.html' title='Spoiltbrat96'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RM1S3wFiaSY/TspBNgtg4LI/AAAAAAAACJs/xqh_emzRaVA/s72-c/P1030462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-118087713991922763</id><published>2011-11-20T17:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T17:12:13.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No, mom. No.</title><content type='html'>Was having Glee marathon. (Yes pardon me, I've just started the first episode on season 2.) So this scene whereby Rachel and Sunshine are singing Telephone by Gaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom:&lt;br /&gt;What song is this called?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;Telephone!&lt;br /&gt;Mom:&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;Telephone!&lt;br /&gt;Mom:&lt;br /&gt;Sound like the "I Like It" (by Enrique) leh&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-wPTyRUgnEBc/TsjCTWINxDI/AAAAAAAACJg/w9fTHsW-DNg/s640/blogger-image--1192162188.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-118087713991922763?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/118087713991922763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=118087713991922763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/118087713991922763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/118087713991922763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-mom-no.html' title='No, mom. No.'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-wPTyRUgnEBc/TsjCTWINxDI/AAAAAAAACJg/w9fTHsW-DNg/s72-c/blogger-image--1192162188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-2697499933447829166</id><published>2011-11-19T03:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T04:27:46.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat bitch ranting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Omgggggggggggggggg I hit 48KG already. I am so so so so fat. I still hate exercising. No more snacking. No more food after 7. In fact, I will only eat from 1pm until 7pm. No breakfast. Did I mention how much I miss the school's kueychup :(&lt;br /&gt;I think if I were to wear long jeans and snap a photo of my thighs then post it online, people would probably think it's two people ther. OTL I think my 3rd chin is protruding soon. Or maybe my 2nd chin is just upsizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I shall torture myself by reblogging food blog photos. *flushes bucketful of drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am damn hungry but what to do I really hate exercising and perspiring that much. For this week I really ate too much :( And it's not even Subway. All my money... T^T I pokai already. I kept telling myself "Aiya eat fried food/junk food/snack like one time only mah" One time almost everyday omg. I don't wanna end up like her. She was so skinny in primary school............... K nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh my god what is wrong with me. I am fat and flat. Worst combination much!???!?!?!! :(&lt;br /&gt;And I'm starting to hate my nose :( RAAAAAAAA I HATE HOW UGLY I LOOK. But my impression of &lt;s&gt;ugly&lt;/s&gt; not so good looking people tend to be funnier. I mean, like with a sense of humour. I mean hot people are supposed to be cool. Not funny. Or at least it seems so in the movies AHAHHA. Like imagine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i616.photobucket.com/albums/tt242/MattNorris11/megan-fox-transformers-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wouldn't it be pleasantly weird for her in this position asking you "Why did the chicken cross the road? :D" LOL?! Because she's hot. So she can't pull off being funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Then again&lt;/span&gt;............................................... The ugly will always be the funny. C'est la vie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.farandulista.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/megan-fox-transformers-mtv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="629" src="http://www.farandulista.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/megan-fox-transformers-mtv.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I must just remember how happy I always feel when I lose even half a KG so quickly by skipping meals during the exam period. Because I never thought I would be ever capable of losing weight since I'm aware of my deep hatred for sports. I honestly hope I can be anorexic but cmi lah omg. How to keep skipping meals like that. I go McDs' see my friends munching away I'll just buy a meal for myself eventually. I have got to ask my mom to buy ham and salad. And only eat that for lunch then snack on yoghurt or something if I'm really starving. But no... Only until I reach 46KG then talk more cock. Now 48KG must tape my mouth, stare at the kitchen then cry all day. Yay emofatgal1996 :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-2697499933447829166?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/2697499933447829166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=2697499933447829166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/2697499933447829166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/2697499933447829166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/11/fat-bitch-ranting.html' title='Fat bitch ranting'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-7626971231698122562</id><published>2011-11-18T20:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T21:34:07.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Punch fantasizing</title><content type='html'>Haven't bathed today yet. You should probably spray Detol all over your screen or something now LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sent a long rant text to Liyi. And and and while typing I was like "I WANNA PUNCH/KICK/SLAP/STRANGLE YOU."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking. If I were to slap someone, how would I want them to react. Because like, since I'm so angry, and you start crying and tell me to stop, I would obviously think you very act cute act pathetic. So I would wanna abuse you further. Then if you were to hit me back I would just freak out and get angrier also right?! But then again... These are like the only 2 reactions right. But then if you let me hit you, it's like you also another act pathetic one. LOL, and I might just 心软 to you. WHICH JUST MAKES ME WANNA PUNCH YOU BUT I DARE NOT UGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-7626971231698122562?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/7626971231698122562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=7626971231698122562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/7626971231698122562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/7626971231698122562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/11/punches.html' title='Punch fantasizing'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-3653180537261240847</id><published>2011-11-17T01:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T06:10:56.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck this shit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it, seriously. Same class as Eeshi. Same class as Angie Ang. And Doris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why Eeshi bothered to tag me on Facebook saying oh interact more net year. Talk about disgustingly pretentious. Grow some attitude, some brains, and maybe some eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then thanks again to them. I honestly get so irritated when I hang out with Sec 3s sometimes. I just feel &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; left out. But lol it was my fault that I wasn't smart enough to know that at the rate I was going I was gonna fuck my life up. Then now we have completely different schedules and you guys just forget me and always not include me. Well I think I should just thank you for at least always suddenly "OH! Right! Sorry I forgot about you!!!" Aw at least you remembered me in the end right? :') Yeah but it's always like that. Always.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you ask me things like, "Why are you hanging out with her?". HA, really. I really wonder. Do you actually expect me to just roam around alone, waiting for the entire day for you guys and only you guys? Seriously? I can't even hang out with "shitty" people? Then when you ask me why don't tell you stuff? You make fun of what I say, and you never take me seriously. At the most, if I am angry or sad. Text: "Chill la. :/" "Cheer up!" Oh OHHHHHHH That really makes me feel better. Really. Outings? Never included. I'm always the "OH! And her!" Even your Mom knows who all your friends are but doesn't even know of my existence. That just makes me feel so wanted and special doesn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--UXTatq_7AU/TsQOccyrJdI/AAAAAAAACJI/2X9jneb5BU0/s1600/1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you oh my god you little fucker.&lt;br /&gt;Stop being too nice to me. It makes me owe you. I don't want to owe you anything. I hate it. Then when I'm not "nice enough" as compared to you, it makes me the bad guy. For nothing. The hell? And you just keep getting sad and hurt and pathetically miserable. Fuck off. I don't have all the time in the world for 5-hour phone calls without saying anything every night -__- And for fuck's sake stop being so paranoid and insecure. I'm not gonna kill you or your mother. I'm not gonna steal your family's fortune or anything. If you really have the need to feel so scared all the fucking time, get a armour or some security or body guard.&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ui-DmE--074/TsQxn0i5WDI/AAAAAAAACJU/o5SKSzY6-m0/s1600/12.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-3653180537261240847?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/3653180537261240847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=3653180537261240847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/3653180537261240847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/3653180537261240847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/11/fuck-this-shit.html' title='Fuck this shit.'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--UXTatq_7AU/TsQOccyrJdI/AAAAAAAACJI/2X9jneb5BU0/s72-c/1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-4044732301667168269</id><published>2011-11-13T02:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T02:58:51.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck off. 不要来 guilt trip 我.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-4044732301667168269?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/4044732301667168269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=4044732301667168269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/4044732301667168269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/4044732301667168269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/11/fuck-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-4840634973800314927</id><published>2011-11-12T12:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T12:31:13.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>$$$</title><content type='html'>Mom telling me about financial issues regarding dad. I just feel so awkward. But I guess it should be tougher on my mom. So I should shut up. And I should count myself lucky that this time she didn't ask me to pass the message again. It's just... Very. I don't like being the middleman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-4840634973800314927?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/4840634973800314927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=4840634973800314927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/4840634973800314927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/4840634973800314927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='$$$'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-5926654640086927576</id><published>2011-11-09T08:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T12:22:11.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahahahaha Skyped the entire night. Stupid fella die die also insisted that he sleeps after me. #challengeaccepted, he fell asleep first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-5926654640086927576?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/5926654640086927576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=5926654640086927576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/5926654640086927576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/5926654640086927576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/11/hahahahaha-skyped-entire-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-8679583528494115927</id><published>2011-11-09T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T08:19:06.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage in a kid's perspective!</title><content type='html'>1. HOW DO YOU DECIDE WHOM TO MARRY? &lt;br /&gt;You got to find somebody who likes the same stuff. Like, if you like sports, she should like it that you like sports, and she should keep the chips and dip coming.&lt;br /&gt;— Alan, age 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No person really decides before they grow up who they’re going to marry. God decides it all way before, and you get to find out later who you’re stuck with.&lt;br /&gt;– Kristen, age 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT IS THE RIGHT AGE TO GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-three is the best age because you know the person FOREVER by then.&lt;br /&gt;— Camille, age 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. HOW CAN A STRANGER TELL IF TWO PEOPLE ARE MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;You might have to guess, based on whether they seem to be yelling at the same kids.&lt;br /&gt;— Derrick, age 8 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR MOM AND DAD HAVE IN COMMON&lt;br /&gt;Both don’t want any more kids.&lt;br /&gt;– Lori, age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT DO MOST PEOPLE DO ON A DATE?&lt;br /&gt;-Dates are for having fun, and people should use them to get to know each other. Even boys have something to say if you listen long enough.&lt;br /&gt;— Lynnette, age 8 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-On the first date, they just tell each other lies and that usually gets them interested enough to go for a second date.&lt;br /&gt;— Martin, age 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHEN IS IT OKAY TO KISS SOMEONE?&lt;br /&gt;-When they’re rich.&lt;br /&gt;— Pam, age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The law says you have to be eighteen, so I wouldn’t want to mess with that.&lt;br /&gt;– Curt, age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The rule goes like this: If you kiss someone, then you should marry them and have kids with them. It’s the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;– - Howard, age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. IS IT BETTER TO BE SINGLE OR MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;It’s better for girls to be single but not for boys. Boys need someone to clean up after them.&lt;br /&gt;— Anita, age 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. HOW WOULD THE WORLD BE DIFFERENT IF PEOPLE DIDN’T GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;There sure would be a lot of kids to explain, wouldn’t there?&lt;br /&gt;— Kelvin, age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the #1 Favorite is…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. HOW WOULD YOU MAKE A MARRIAGE WORK?&lt;br /&gt;Tell your wife that she looks pretty, even if she looks like a dump truck.&lt;br /&gt;— Ricky, age 10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-8679583528494115927?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/8679583528494115927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=8679583528494115927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/8679583528494115927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/8679583528494115927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/11/marriage-in-kids-perspective.html' title='Marriage in a kid&apos;s perspective!'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-3519684461367298867</id><published>2011-11-08T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T03:35:12.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss Faith 2-3 2010 :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I had another quirky dream again. Starting to like the holidays, 'cause I sleep really late, then making me really sleepy and tired. And, I dream in my sleep. I like that. C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamt that I went for camp. Scoffs, how ironic for those who know me. We were asked to pack along these things called "zip-zip"s. HAHAHA. And to think people actually say that what we dream at night is what we think of in the day. LOL #bullshit. Anyway, I was really REALLY excited for the camp. Talk about weird ego boost or something. I don't even know why was I so excited and all. Maybe it's the people hehehhee C:&lt;br /&gt;So, because I was &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; excited, I brought along many zip-zips. Omg. Like really a lot. And the camp venue is like at some park or something. Oh right, haven't really explained what a zip-zip is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;zip-zip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; [zeep zeep]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;n.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;A package thing brought along for camps (in my dream HAHAHA). Consists of a wardrobe, sleeping bag/light bed, a small kitchen. Maybe the stove. Cooking utensils included. Also comes with stools, chairs, a foldable picnic table? A farm. Yes you read it right. Farm. But nah, not so big like the one from Charlotte's Web LOL. It's Godfinger's farm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah let's just say I should really stop it with my Godfinger craze HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Back to what I was talking about! For some weird reason, I prepared and packed many many MANY zip-zips. Too kiasu and excited! And I had no idea how the heck did I manage to carry/bring all the zip-zips. By "many", I mean almost enough for an entire class omfg? Why I so kiasu one! HAHAHA. And at the campsite, it's like a "first come first serve" thing. As in, when you reach there, you just gotta quickly place all your belongings, your zip-zips. If you're too slow, and there's no more space left for you, then well, I guess too bad LOL. I was so kiasu I was the first few to reach there. And I quickly chope almost the entire place. I had everything set up neatly, and convenient for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came along this fucking bimbo. Ugh the thought of her makes my blood boil. She was from another school, there was another class from another school joining my class. Yes, she was pretty. And she was like happily strolling in, with two other guys, who apparently looked really desperate for her. Wooing her, I assumed. And I guess this bimbo was just smart enough to make use of them anyway *shrugs* But omg all the disgusting flirting... Reminded me of some slut(s) from my class (in reality, just that they weren't pretty).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she came and with the typical high-pitched overly excited tone of voice, she exclaimed, saying something like "Chey! Already have zip-ips what! They tell us to bring for what! So heavy." Yada yada yada, whining non-stop. And I was like rolling my eyes, thinking, "Bitch. Mine. Not provided for you, dumb arse." And the two guys weren't very smart either. And they started moving stools around, for her to sit. OTL SERIOUSLY? Why do I dream of such things to piss myself off? I didn't really say anything, but I dropped really fucking obvious hints that THE ZIP-ZIPS WERE FUCKING MINE. STOP MOVING MY STUFF AROUND. I just gotta repeat this: The guys were really stupid. They threw me annoyed faces. *Woah woah woah feigns fear and backs off* Yeah and after quite a while, they got it and they were embarrassed yay yay yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, best part of the dream. Still can't stop smiling at the thought of it. : )&lt;br /&gt;I was at camp with class. Class Faith 2-3 of 2010. All of them. :D But Lee Jia Min was there too. o__o I don't really know why. But in the dream, I was really close to her. Like how we were in P6. Kinda miss her funny awkwardness hahaha. Not so close to her anymore. And class was supposed to gather together. And Ronnie just shouted "TAKE PHOTO!!!", and everyone rushed to him pushing head and faces around trying to get in the picture. Was really fun. Kinda miss the clique too actually. Ronnie Liyi Isabel me. Was really nice. But I guess things are different now. Oh well it would be weird if we all came back again. Meh off topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the dream just kinda ended like that 'cause I was asked to give someone a grand royal morning call. Naise. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-3519684461367298867?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/3519684461367298867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=3519684461367298867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/3519684461367298867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/3519684461367298867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-miss-faith-2-3-2010.html' title='I miss Faith 2-3 2010 :('/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-4881895374492382200</id><published>2011-11-07T02:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T03:05:32.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suspenders</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I want suspenders! I think it's so cute LOL. My sis has the rainbow one. And I really want it -.- but I'm not that close to my sis so it's just weird and awkward to borrow stuff from her.&lt;br /&gt;Look! My sis has the narrower strap one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vi.sualize.us/history/8e1dd6a7864cb0b2079008d6451e97d8/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10300439/girl,glasses,colour,rainbow,suspenders-8e1dd6a7864cb0b2079008d6451e97d8_h_large.jpg" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just found this girl really pretty and cool and cute zomg:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqfTOJhuLlY/TCqGjDbTHTI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ktGkjk6c02Y/s1600/red-suspenders1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;AND I FUCKING LOVE SUNNY'S HAIR OMG. SO CUTE/COOL. LOVE IT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/300219_10150382806929571_735284570_8107302_1960188677_n.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-4881895374492382200?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/4881895374492382200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=4881895374492382200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/4881895374492382200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/4881895374492382200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/11/suspenders.html' title='Suspenders'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqfTOJhuLlY/TCqGjDbTHTI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ktGkjk6c02Y/s72-c/red-suspenders1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-1986649958839654791</id><published>2011-11-06T16:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T17:55:13.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#thoughtsofayoungslut</title><content type='html'>Suddenly just thought of this guy I met at the hospital really long ago. K maybe not so long, I was 4 back then. Bam. Got hospitalised, 'cause my stomach somehow just kept revolting food I took in. I was damn homesick or something, and I really hate being alone. Some more they die die also wanna switch the lights off when it's our sleeping time! #WTF Anyway somehow he just talked to me. (His bed just next to mine) Then aiya you know la, kids befriend people like damn fast. And we just talked about probably the most random shit ever LOL. And then played together in the playground yay. I love playgrounds. (That is until it became every ahlian/beng smoking and vandalism venue. _l_) In fact I think he was quite good looking and smart HAHAHAHHAHA And good English omg. Oh well didn't think so much and so far back then anyway. Just suddenly thought of it. But I can't really remember how he looked. But he was good-looking. I think. Oh well. I think he should be really ugly now since he was good-looking at a young age. C'est la vie hahahhahahahha #thoughtsofayoungslut&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-1986649958839654791?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/1986649958839654791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=1986649958839654791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/1986649958839654791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/1986649958839654791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/11/thoughtsofayoungslut.html' title='#thoughtsofayoungslut'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-1667447799082222109</id><published>2011-11-05T14:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T14:09:37.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Probably dying from blood loss</title><content type='html'>OTL I think I'm having a menstrual migraine -.-&lt;br /&gt;Because menses fuck up your body and all, then may cause migraines. And yesterday I was facing a lot of bright lights. : ( Dayna made me watch don't know how many videos of ABDC's dance videos. My eyes were literally rolling on the brink of my eye sockets. Then later for Net Outreach we watched some holy movie, Letters To God. Yeah and I sat really near the gigantic TV screen cause there wasn't much space left on the couch. Oh my god my eyes felt like they were punched. And pulled. Pulled out and twisted. Til now, 2 in the afternoon my eyes and head still hurts a lot. 不开心！ #不爽&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even exercise (and why would I), and this morning I woke up feeling like I ran 10km yesterday or something. My body is aching like FUCK zomg. Damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I WANNA HAVE A SLEEPOVER WITH KIRTIIIII&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-1667447799082222109?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/1667447799082222109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=1667447799082222109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/1667447799082222109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/1667447799082222109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/11/probably-dying-from-blood-loss.html' title='Probably dying from blood loss'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-2488586402438825733</id><published>2011-11-05T12:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T12:36:57.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I overuse "cute"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;My head. Bloody hell. Woke up with migraines. Since the church thingy yesterday. Migraines still on : ( I don't like ittttt.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah I'm immediately blogging from the moment I wake up. You know, just in case if I forget what my dream was about. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that I was dating this really cute and hot guy. (Comparable to Channing Tatum okay!!!) He's either angmor or mixed. But it's so sad I can't remember his face. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god k at least in my dreams I have angmor suitor before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-LaLCQovYcS8/TrS5bWnnTKI/AAAAAAAACI4/Woizeem8N20/s640/blogger-image--1085733761.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;YES! (Sorry for the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BEFTJR5zdJM&amp;amp;feature=youtube_gdata_player"&gt;Dawn Yang moment&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K not dating. It's super bhb and slutty LOL. It's like he is wooing me HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA BUT I WAS ABOUT TO ACCEPT JUST NOT YET. WTF?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at some mama shop I think. I wanted to get a soft drink. And he say no more already. But there's lemon barley. So I asked for lemon barley. Then he say no more. FFFFUUU. And so *The Guy* went to guailan him and something and I thought it was damn funny!!! And then like guailan him to distract him and somehow stole a drink for me. HAHAHAHA. But there was this really big bar counter there. I don't know. He amazes me HAHAHHAAHA. Oh my god oh how I &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; funny and smart guys. This one so good-looking some more. 😍&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like the way he steals stuff damn cute. Like when he distracts people. Then he'll just disappear. And give this super cute smirk, then pretend that nothing happened. But he only told me that he steals. But it's like only if he doesn't like the person or like that person deserves karma la. Or just go guailan HAHAHA (To think I was okay with it?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so we were making our way out from the shop and to I-don't-know-where? Was outside on the road beside some multi-storey car park. And I felt him poking and tickling my neck. Or at least I thought it was him. Maybe some other friend behind me. And Kirti broke out in weird spasms too. Couldn't stop laughing, HAHAHA I'm really ticklish. And I shouted something like, "Is someone poking your neck too?! I think that person gonna try to unbuckle your bra!" and Ian appeared with his failed attempts of bra-unbuckling. Then he disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kirti, Cute and Hot Guy, me (felt like a bigger group though o__o) were walking. And we were actually on our way to meet Miss Michell Foo and the-teacher-that-hangs-out-with-Miss-Foo. LOL SORRY TO FORGET YOUR NAME. Yeah not to study but like to play together or something. Huh?! I'm not even close to Miss Foo. Let alone that teacher LOLOL. So it's like we were randomly crazy dancing outside that multi storey car park. And that hot and cute guy started dancing and oh my god 😍😍😍 &amp;lt;3 heart beat like a Tokyo drift. And somehow I woke up. And I can't stop smiling gayly to myself hehehehehehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-2488586402438825733?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/2488586402438825733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=2488586402438825733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/2488586402438825733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/2488586402438825733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-i-overuse.html' title='When I overuse &quot;cute&quot;'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-LaLCQovYcS8/TrS5bWnnTKI/AAAAAAAACI4/Woizeem8N20/s72-c/blogger-image--1085733761.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-3965795901067676092</id><published>2011-11-05T01:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T01:04:03.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Net outreach</title><content type='html'>Went for Net Outreach today after Drama! Why must all these churchy things always start/end so late. It's not a bad thing to pray in the afternoon too you know. Jiawei told me it would only be an hour or so. But it turned out to be over 3 hours #WTF Past my curfew :') oh my god. 11pm ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home late but was hooked on to Temple Run. I was like stuck to my phone for an hour over so I only started washing up at like 1230 or so. And just in time, my mom came home and begun nagging. Oh well. At least I didn't hosehboly slap her and then rob her LOL. But after I told her the &lt;i&gt;actual&lt;/I&gt; time I came home, my mom was like "Cannot so late then come home you know. 11 is too late ley! 10 is the latest k! Later than that cannot. Too dangerous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. And by that... I take it as she means, "If you get kidnapped, you should be released and be safely home by 10 k. Other than that, home by 630."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. Love you momo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all fucking paranoid bitches out there! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO SEEK SOME FUCKING TREATMENT. I'M NOT YOUR FUCKING PSYCHOLOGIST. FUCK THE FUCK OFF. I DON'T WANNA KNOW HOW I MADE YOUR LIFE MISERABLE. IF I MAKE YOUR LIFE MISERABLE, DON'T EVEN TELL ME. I DON'T WANNA KNOW OR CARE. JUST DON'T TALK TO ME. OH MY FUCK. GO JUMP OFF A BUILDING IF YOU ARE SO SAD OH MY GOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-3965795901067676092?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/3965795901067676092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=3965795901067676092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/3965795901067676092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/3965795901067676092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/11/net-outreach_05.html' title='Net outreach'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-5055548520545236397</id><published>2011-11-03T06:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T06:09:10.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hosehbo!</title><content type='html'>LOL Dee Kosh is fucking annoying. The dirty talking is just whatever. But I finally got to know about the the Hosehbo girl trending on Twitter LOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/i2MeyAEPCIM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-5055548520545236397?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/5055548520545236397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=5055548520545236397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/5055548520545236397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/5055548520545236397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/11/hosehbo.html' title='Hosehbo!'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/i2MeyAEPCIM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-2424620633712339432</id><published>2011-11-01T01:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T01:51:17.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally much.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;K hi hello Vivian and Kirti. Heh. Used our photo for my blog yay.&lt;br /&gt;And I really hate half-squatting in photos. Ugh. Which is why I love that photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I'm done with the new blogskin. Was super sick of the previous one. It's just been too long. Wanted something simpler. And it disgusts me that every other site is trying to look like Tumblr. -__- Like so act yi ge class. Was looking through skins and it's just very Tumblr-ish. Now on Facebook my news feed is spammed (surprisingly, by the guys) with all the fancy little cheesy quotes. The typical artsy photo as background, then some never-say-die/don't-cry-over-him quotes. *averts eyes* K fine #guiltyascharged I should also stop replying to people in Facebook's comments with links of Tumblr's GIFs. BUT SO FUNNY LAH HOW TO NOT REPLY THAT HAHAHA. (Oh and I think I'm over-using the hashtag things. LOL. #whatyougonnado?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lr4920bhhg1qzl0juo1_400.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO NOT REBLOG RIGHT HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-2424620633712339432?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/2424620633712339432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=2424620633712339432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/2424620633712339432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/2424620633712339432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/11/finally-much.html' title='Finally much.'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-2104155302845002630</id><published>2011-10-22T10:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T10:54:43.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what. I am just gonna do the 30 day post thing hahahhahahah. #bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 01 — Your favorite song&lt;br /&gt;Day 02 — Your favorite movie &lt;br /&gt;Day 03 — Your favorite television program &lt;br /&gt;Day 04 — Your favorite book &lt;br /&gt;Day 05 — Your favorite quote &lt;br /&gt;Day 06 — Whatever tickles your fancy &lt;br /&gt;Day 07 — A photo that makes you happy &lt;br /&gt;Day 08 — A photo that makes you angry/sad &lt;br /&gt;Day 09 — A photo you took &lt;br /&gt;Day 10 — A photo of you taken over ten years ago &lt;br /&gt;Day 11 — A photo of you taken recently &lt;br /&gt;Day 12 — Whatever tickles your fancy &lt;br /&gt;Day 13 — A fictional book &lt;br /&gt;Day 14 — A non-fictional book &lt;br /&gt;Day 15 — A fanfic &lt;br /&gt;Day 16 — A song that makes you cry (or nearly) &lt;br /&gt;Day 17 — An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.) &lt;br /&gt;Day 18 — Whatever tickles your fancy &lt;br /&gt;Day 19 — A talent of yours &lt;br /&gt;Day 20 — A hobby of yours &lt;br /&gt;Day 21 — A recipe &lt;br /&gt;Day 22 — A website &lt;br /&gt;Day 23 — A YouTube video &lt;br /&gt;Day 24 — Whatever tickles your fancy &lt;br /&gt;Day 25 — Your day, in great detail &lt;br /&gt;Day 26 — Your week, in great detail &lt;br /&gt;Day 27 — This month, in great detail &lt;br /&gt;Day 28 — This year, in great detail &lt;br /&gt;Day 29 — Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days &lt;br /&gt;Day 30 — Whatever tickles your fancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'll probably never finish it. And! I will get myself a new blogskin. I am getting sick of this layout. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-2104155302845002630?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/2104155302845002630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=2104155302845002630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/2104155302845002630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/2104155302845002630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-5957929310108751871</id><published>2011-10-11T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T20:14:36.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slut gets FURIOUS.</title><content type='html'>Mewmewmew I transferred the post to my private blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-5957929310108751871?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/5957929310108751871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=5957929310108751871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/5957929310108751871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/5957929310108751871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/10/slut-gets-furious.html' title='Slut gets FURIOUS.'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-3038629182191126221</id><published>2011-10-11T18:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T18:42:41.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk about deep.</title><content type='html'>I dreamt we were from this weird school. And like all of us has our own personal boundaries. Like literally, everyone has this thing that represents it, not just within us. For their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I felt stressed and all, I also don't know why. Liyi me Isabel Quah went out. We were at this fast food restaurant. Suddenly the workers had this surprise performance. Holy fuck one of the workers... I saw Kenghao. Kenghao was working there. I screamed and ran. My mind was blank, I couldn't exactly see anything. Apparently I ran into a group of their workers accidentally. And one female worker got injured. I felt really bad, I wanted to apologise. But I was too shocked and I ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I was back in school or something. I think I ran back. School was weird. We had our own dorms or rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And I think it was under water... Everywhere. All underwater. From the fast-food restaurant to school. Didn't feel quite wet though but it all looked so.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our rooms looked like changing rooms in boutiques LOL! I ended up in someone's room (or more like cubicle, since it was so small), I don't know whose but the person didn't seem to bother or seem disturbed. It was just the size of a normal changing room. Like a toilet. But it wasn't very squeezy when I unintentionally invaded one of my schoolmates' room. There was even space for a bed?! e__e Very, peculiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K so like I wanted to make my way back. Like to my room or find my friends/classmates. Somehow I knew I would get caught by some monster and I felt followed. Also somehow, I think I was throwing small items or making noises or hitting the doors of the cubicles nearby. Know why? Cause Kenghao and his workers lived there. It's like WTH? It's my school! And the rooms/school... I felt like it was moving. Like we were on a train or something. But I don't know where we were going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I wanted to crawl underneath (yes can crawl under, that's why I say like changing room/toilet) to my room. Suddenly I felt this strong tap on me. I thought I kena caught or what sia WTF I was damn scared then it was just Kirti being there for me or smth, like comfort me? Kirti came from under the separator of the rooms. Spiderman much? o__o And I don't know where Kirti went afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just kept running. I ran out. Out of school. Then about the boundaries. Somehow I felt like my personal boundary has been crossed by many people or something like that... Even though I never let them in. And I felt very stressed about life. I was thinking of killing myself. (All along actually, even in reality. Just depends how much I wanna die.) I really wanted to die. So like there was this statue thing... Not exactly a statue of anything, but it was a giant thing that the school respects. The school had this thing for personal boundaries (sorry to keep repeating it, it was what everyone called it in my dream). It was basically many many huge steps up. And at the top, I don't really know what it is. But there was this thing at the top where we were COMPLETELY COMPLETELY &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; ALLOWED TO TOUCH. Like touching the steps you would get detention for a week or something but if you touch the top you would die or something. Literally. And it was very high, like maybe 6 storeys high? Also, there's this big gap from the steps to the special thing. The gap was big, but it was close enough to jump over and reach if lucky. It was the main thing to represent the boundaries to our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go kill myself. And I was on my way up. Then Mdm Cheng appeared out of nowhere. I think she was gonna tell me I can't touch the thing. And Liyi was there too. She was crying so badly, she didn't want me to die. But then I told her everything. How I felt and all even before I bumped into KH earlier on that day. Then she was like saying something like, &lt;I&gt;"Oh... Okay. If dying would make you happier. But I'll miss you."&lt;/I&gt; Then she spent the last few moments of my life I thought I had with me. Somehow I had my crush's photo. And Liyi took it, tore it, then laughed at me. And I was like "eh why!" she didn't say anything. But I joined her anyway. Hahaha. We threw the pieces around and had this small little hand thrown confetti. Mdm Cheng heard my story too and would let me touch the thing to kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all the best friend thing and playing around, it was getting late. I was going to kill myself already, and they had to go back to school. Liyi began tearing. And Mdm Cheng walked with her. Then I just can't do it at the thought of leaving my best friend forever. And she ran back crying and begging me not to die and I told her I can't do it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. And I cried not long ago after I woke up because I was so touched by the dream oh my god...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Liyi and Kirti!&lt;br /&gt;And I have no idea why was Mdm Cheng in my dream! I'll just say I love you too anyway! C: &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-3038629182191126221?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/3038629182191126221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=3038629182191126221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/3038629182191126221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/3038629182191126221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/10/talk-about-deep.html' title='Talk about deep.'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-68351314503308380</id><published>2011-10-11T11:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T11:23:44.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I always in shit related to this?!</title><content type='html'>Screw all the love quotes about infatuation and crushes everywhere. Like seriously. Oh god I feel like a terrible person. I should be condemned omfg. Sigh, c'est la vie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-68351314503308380?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/68351314503308380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=68351314503308380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/68351314503308380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/68351314503308380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/10/why-am-i-always-in-shit-related-to-this.html' title='Why am I always in shit related to this?!'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-3372036824925443382</id><published>2011-10-08T11:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T11:24:52.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY BITCH WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK IS YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM? EARLY IN THE MORNING BANG MY DOOR LIKE I OWE YOU MONEY LIKE THAT. WANT ME TALK TO YOU NICELY CAN. NOT LIKE I TALKED BACK BEFORE FOR THE PAST 15 YEARS. FUCKING HELL. BUT CAN YOU TALK TO ME LIKE I'M AT LEAST HUMAN? BECAUSE I HONESTLY THINK I AM. BUT ARE YOU? CAUSE IT'S WEIRD THAT SOME FUCKING MONSTER ACTUALLY RELUCTANTLY GAVE BIRTH TO HUMAN. SO UNHAPPY GO ABORT ME NOW LAH. MOTHER FUCKER. GO FUCK YOURSELF. FUCK UNTIL HAPPY ALREADY THEN KNOCK MY DOOR NICELY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-3372036824925443382?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/3372036824925443382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=3372036824925443382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/3372036824925443382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/3372036824925443382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/10/hey-bitch-what-fucking-fuck-is-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-4709255867565747734</id><published>2011-10-06T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T00:52:24.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretentious!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Had my Science paper today. Wasn't very pretty. I did complete my work. But should and could and would have done better. Tomorrow I'll be having Math 1, and listening compre. (which I don't understand why is it part of a big-deal exam).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today. I was so fucking close to missing my exam.  Cause like it's Thursday today (AND TO-MO-ROW IS FRIDAY FRIDAY) and usually there's this thing called "late day" in my school, schedules are pushed an hour later. But we don't have it when there's  exams. Yeah I &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; aware of that. LOL but I was like mugging all the way last night. So I kinda wanted to sleep for 10 minutes...? Kinda became few hours. LOL I woke up at 7.15 which is like the bloody time I'm supposed to reach school —for a normal school day LOL. Yeah, and apparently my paper was to start at 8am. And my mom didn't wake me up either because she thought it was late day. :( K so I rushed and texted Kirti about it, thankfully she helped me inform the teacher or the whole world probably thought I was late and the school would have called my mom, and then my mom'll spam call me thinking I've been skipping school the entire year -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K so maybe I didn't revise weeks beforehand. I actually studied only on the previous night itself. Not too impressive -__- Yeah I don't even know why I took such a risk to procrastinate that bad. But aiya, sian. It's like last year again. Zzzzzzzzzzzz if I retain again I have got nothing to say.  But I doubt it will still make me have that I-must-study-harder "motivation". I think I will just kill myself lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that Steve Jobs died. I don't know if it's today or what, but everyone is talking about on Facebook and Twitter. #thefuck&lt;br /&gt;I mean #bitchplease, he merely came up with devices that are so ultra mega bloody cool. (Yeh duh I know that I love my phone HURHURHUR C:) But you all are making it sound so... Like as if he is related to you. "O RIP Steve Jobs. Thank you for the phone." OH BOO HOO HOO It's only because you guys are sad over the loss of the future iPhone 5 or iPad 3. Or more like because everyone else is doing it, so you're just gonna post something that say "RIP Steve Jobs" and people will retweet/like your status. #Bitchplease, really. -.- Worse, some say "Oh I am going to miss you Steve Jobs RIP."  Whaaaaa? No bitch dat no cool. Dat freaky. It's just like MJ's death lor. Suddenly die already then everyone start to worship him. It's so what in whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;GET OVER IT PEOPLE, I DON'T THINK YOU ALL WERE THIS "SAD" WHEN YOUR OWN RELATIVE DIED.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost the last paper already omg omg omg.&lt;br /&gt;After my paper I went with Mindez, Ian, Hoiluen. Were at canteen, and lunched together. Mindez took my phone and tried to guess my phone's password. Which isn't very difficult actually. I mean duh I know my password wahahhahahahahahahhaa C:&amp;lt; I gave her the easiest clues. Yeah. Should've known that she would have disabled my phone right. I would too if I was her. LOL. I wanted to get my phone back but she wouldn't let me have it. I punched her boob. Yay me. Then I saw that my phone was disabled for 60 minutes (which = to 1 hour if you dimwitted people didn't know). And I took her phone and gave a wide grin. She's like "Orh take my phone lor. I also got nothing to hide. Quite an old phone anyway." HAHAHA I took it and begun to text... And text. I started off with "Hello I am pretty are you pretty", and sent to random people whom I don't of. LOL. But I forgot how to use a Sony E phone damn it! So I couldn't mark the contacts out. I selected one by one. Omg #retarded. K so I sent to many many people. Felt like it was 25 people. but it was like 17 or something. But some of the people she also don't know HAHAHA. Like her friend's parents/relatives HHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the kids left for home, and it was almost 12 30, was waiting for my upper sec friends.&lt;br /&gt;Was then with Liyi, Kylie and Juehui. And then with Weiliang and all. LOL. Weiliang has this damn fun to play with pencil case. It's like a shoe. Converse. And I kept playing with the laces and it kept getting tangled up HAHAHA Then like he had to go through the tedious shit of untangling/untying the shoelaces before taking another stationery. #sadkid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few moments of nothingness and stoning, Liyi suggested we go Parkway and buy some helium balloons for fun HAHAHA. Cause today's Qianhui's birthday and I saw her with helium balloons omg fun. And I kept staring at Jenna Chiew cause I think she's so pretty and her hair is so pretty and she is so smart and omggggggg I should go woo her.&lt;br /&gt;So Liyi and I headed out of school for adventure. LOL. K LAME. We got to the MRT and somehow we decided to go to Marina Bay Sands! Hello I'm a #suagu #virgin #firsttime to #MBS. So please bear with the suagudom. Got to don't know where, don't know how. Trains were packed like we were preserved peaches or something. Only that the syrup were everyone else's sweat. #notcool&lt;br /&gt;Walked all the way across the Helix Bridge, which I find really pretty. Didn't snap a photo of it though. Darn it! When we reached MBS... Omg....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.mtvasia.com/2010/02/20/utt-interview/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://relaunch.blog.mtvasia.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/utt3.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG SAME SPECS *HYPERVENTILATES* *CAN'T BREATHE*&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HE DAMN SHUAI WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!! SAW HIM HOSTING FOR SOME CHANEL THING THERE. OMG AND LIKE HE KPO KPO TURN AROUND AND SEE WHO AND JUST NICE ME AND LIYI THERE AND WE MADE EYE CONTACT WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG WHAT SO HANDSOME WHAT THE HELL HOW CAN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah then it hit me that many reporters were there with their cameras. And I said to Liyi, "Eh fuck. What if they video us in background then we on TV... And our parents see us going to MBS on a exam day." HAHAHAHA. We were then supposed to go down the escalator, and like this whole group of tall skinny models in pretty fancy Chanel costumes come up. And I was like woah what the can we just stand at a distance I don't wanna look any uglier -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. We went out and got to some bench place I got no idea where. Then we begun snacking. (I am now bloody 46.6 KG WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF)&lt;br /&gt;Lightning. Thunder. Lightning. Thunder. KANASAI! But the weather was nice. :( Only that we were out. Imagine if at home happy happy nua. Damn shiok. BUT WE WERE OUT. -__- So we quickly walked back. Helix bridge x2. (Just know that I'm not a very fit person.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I reached home until now, my butt is still aching like a bitch. My legs and thigh muscles were aching like crap. (I should just look on the bright side that I actually have muscles to ache! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: PRETTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pamperedandpolished.co.uk/2010/06/boots-no-7-decades-nail-polish/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvUBMJek0Bs/TS-nJ2R9GDI/AAAAAAAAC14/BOmnMpkcm7k/s400/5319722086_7d3589661b_b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-4709255867565747734?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/4709255867565747734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=4709255867565747734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/4709255867565747734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/4709255867565747734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/10/pretentious.html' title='Pretentious!'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvUBMJek0Bs/TS-nJ2R9GDI/AAAAAAAAC14/BOmnMpkcm7k/s72-c/5319722086_7d3589661b_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-3694428447710923044</id><published>2011-10-05T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T23:22:17.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我不喜欢你</title><content type='html'>每次我好好跟你讲话, 你就对我很冷淡, 好像和我谈几句话很辛苦似的。你去死。你对我那么冷落, 我就想自己是不是很烦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他妈的,&lt;br /&gt;我不生气了哈哈哈哈哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay k not angry already. I tend to have Chinese thoughts when I'm angry recently... Shit. Let's hope during oral exam I very angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K anyway I don't get you la k! You will say something that make me feel pissed or like shit la. Then I'll not be much bothered to contribute to the practically non-existent conversation. And only then you'll sound interested to talk to me. Bloody hell. You like so cold. Then so friendly. Then like don't know me. Then like just know me. What's with you. O__O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-3694428447710923044?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/3694428447710923044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=3694428447710923044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/3694428447710923044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/3694428447710923044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='我不喜欢你'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-7134087700011886267</id><published>2011-10-05T20:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T20:08:05.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>China, aren't you proud?</title><content type='html'>Yeah. Aren't you? So far, Geography, English, Literature, Math 2, Chinese, History. I'm actually most confident for my Chinese paper. I'm so mofucking screwed omfg. And hello? Have any of you heard me converse in proper Mandarin?! I sound like a bloody lauhong keropok. -__- I don't look forward to moderation day omg... I damn scared I have to retain again omfg can you bloody imagine!? Or worst still, getting a disgusting unideal subject combination?! Then it's like I retained for a year for nothing?! Then I'll be like... A Year 6. Well well well doesn't that just ring a bell. I hate bells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S, Hi &lt;span style="color:#0276FD"&gt;Vee!&lt;/span&gt; Smurf isn't exactly stuck in my head already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/P/S I've got Mr Simple stuck in my head. And Danger by f(x)... AND THE DANCE AT THE CHORUS OR SOMETHING LIKE SOME BASIC HAND MOVEMENT ONLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIHIHI IMMA KEEP REPEATING THE SAME FEW PARTS RANDOMLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-7134087700011886267?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/7134087700011886267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=7134087700011886267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/7134087700011886267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/7134087700011886267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/10/china-aren-you-proud.html' title='China, aren&apos;t you proud?'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-3189759346416402888</id><published>2011-10-05T03:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T03:24:53.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little locals</title><content type='html'>How fucking hard can correct grammar and pronunciation get?! OTL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Don't go for second best baby&lt;br /&gt;Put your love to the test&lt;br /&gt;You know, you know, you've got to&lt;br /&gt;Make him express how he feels&lt;br /&gt;And maybe then you'll know your love is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLEE!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-3189759346416402888?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/3189759346416402888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=3189759346416402888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/3189759346416402888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/3189759346416402888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/10/little-locals.html' title='Little locals'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-9141492374637667675</id><published>2011-10-03T18:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T18:12:25.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth?</title><content type='html'>Yeh the truth. When you separate into different classes next year, you &lt;I&gt;will&lt;/I&gt; drift. Not necessarily a sad thing. It's just awkward. LOL. #justsaying :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love Liyi and Isabel nonetheless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-9141492374637667675?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/9141492374637667675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=9141492374637667675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/9141492374637667675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/9141492374637667675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/10/truth.html' title='The truth?'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-1752402808541909154</id><published>2011-10-02T19:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T19:55:44.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Friday night,</title><content type='html'>Hahahahahaha. I feel like the happiest person ever. Ha, he asked me out. I swear I'm &lt;i&gt;waaaay&lt;/I&gt; happier than this but I don't wanna sound cranky and annoying on the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no he didn't ask on Friday. Only titled it Friday cause I confessed on Friday LOL. Phew at least I don't feel so much of a dork now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;And we both hate Literature. #ohyeah&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature tomorrow. Ok I shall go watch the movie. (Yes it comes in a movie as well. Life is good.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-1752402808541909154?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/1752402808541909154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=1752402808541909154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/1752402808541909154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/1752402808541909154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/10/last-friday-night.html' title='Last Friday night,'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-1512013637941459734</id><published>2011-10-01T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T19:38:59.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me grew balls.</title><content type='html'>Confessed. Got it over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awkward. He didn't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not sad. In fact I was laughing so much cause I felt damn stupid LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it could be worse. Or better. Or worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAAAAA ok me go eat banana cake. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-1512013637941459734?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/1512013637941459734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=1512013637941459734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/1512013637941459734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/1512013637941459734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/10/me-grew-balls.html' title='Me grew balls.'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-201467643090282118</id><published>2011-09-29T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T23:38:14.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna Get Over You, Sara Bareilles</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I tell myself to let the story end&lt;br /&gt;That my heart will rest in someone else's hand&lt;br /&gt;But my 'Why not me?' philosophy began&lt;br /&gt;And I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, how am I gonna get over you?&lt;br /&gt;I'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;Just not tonight&lt;br /&gt;But someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I wish you'd want me to stay&lt;br /&gt;I'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;Just not tonight&lt;br /&gt;But someday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New fave song! &lt;br /&gt;And she looks absolutely adorable in the music video. C:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-201467643090282118?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/201467643090282118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=201467643090282118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/201467643090282118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/201467643090282118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/09/gonna-get-over-you-sara-bareilles.html' title='Gonna Get Over You, Sara Bareilles'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-1758183098526301640</id><published>2011-09-29T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T23:04:18.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tall people all the way yay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5BvCyppwVbQ/ToSES80XAEI/AAAAAAAACHc/khDZn9r2NIw/s400/P1030399.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-1758183098526301640?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/1758183098526301640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=1758183098526301640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/1758183098526301640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/1758183098526301640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/09/tall-people-all-way-yay.html' title='Tall people all the way yay'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5BvCyppwVbQ/ToSES80XAEI/AAAAAAAACHc/khDZn9r2NIw/s72-c/P1030399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-560878700635243052</id><published>2011-09-28T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T22:24:07.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask a Chua &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/barneychua" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/barneychua&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-560878700635243052?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/560878700635243052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=560878700635243052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/560878700635243052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/560878700635243052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/09/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-7388249501415482946</id><published>2011-09-28T14:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T14:16:44.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You mother bitch. I was telling the bloody truth. You don't believe I can't do anything about it but stop fucking whining like a mother fucking bitch in my face on and on that I spread your secret. Fuck you. Just because I know your secret doesn't mean I spread what the fuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-7388249501415482946?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/7388249501415482946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=7388249501415482946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/7388249501415482946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/7388249501415482946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-mother-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-8209917022460238617</id><published>2011-09-27T04:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T04:36:57.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw my sleep you stupid subject :C</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Went to randomly browse through some old posts. Ew. Why the hell do I say such things omfg? VERY DIU LIAN CAN BUT I SUPER LAZY DELETE MY POSTS SO PLEASE DO NOT JUDGE HAHAHA. Omg never knew I'm such a horrible person. So act cute. And attention seeking. And maybe next year when I read this post I'll find myself attention seeking as well. God. Talk about immaturity... Not that I am very mature LOL. I don't even look mature. -__- I look like I'm 13. I think when I reach 16 and wna watch something NC16, confirm ask for my IC. _lllllllllll_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just what am I doing online at this hour? Well you tell me. I got home at like 630 after a day with Liyi and Dayna @ Subway. Awesomedom omg. Never gone out with them for like since forever. Went to Subway then to Frolick yay! And I'm saving one cookie for tomorrow's recess/lunch. (FUCK &lt;s&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/s&gt; Chinese paper. Read this first line to this paragraph again. -_-) Yeah so I was saying I got home pretty late. And was super tired. God knows why. And I just slept. Until &lt;s&gt;supposedly 10&lt;/s&gt; 12. I mean. Surely the snooze button has a purpose right! So why not use it?! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I like starting my sentences with "and" and "but" and "then". And then ending them with "k". Do not complain about my terrible English because I eat potatoes k.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I randomly thought of getting a Polaroid/China instant camera/Nex 5. Why all so chio. And no I not getting the instant camera that &lt;i&gt;everyone&lt;/i&gt; has. If I am getting one which I doubt so but let me just plan my future k HAHAHA. Nex 5 is like a mini DSLR. Which isn't big, fat and ugly. But then... The Polaroid has the rainbow stripes and the instantness... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://insoftlight.blogspot.com/2011/04/kid-in-candy-store.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" imageanchor="1" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PjvH3DSccjo/ToDfVRVcRMI/AAAAAAAACHU/6Gvmy4I73B8/s640/Picture0069.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's the one I am referring to. The Polaroid. THE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok blah whatever me gonna go read up on China and then go sleep cause I suddenly feel sleepy after stalking some slut yay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-8209917022460238617?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/8209917022460238617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=8209917022460238617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/8209917022460238617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/8209917022460238617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/09/screw-my-sleep-you-stupid-subject-c.html' title='Screw my sleep you stupid subject :C'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PjvH3DSccjo/ToDfVRVcRMI/AAAAAAAACHU/6Gvmy4I73B8/s72-c/Picture0069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-4342036027745492789</id><published>2011-09-26T00:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:43:51.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams, April Rhodes and Will Schuester</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;But listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a heartbeat, drives you mad&lt;br /&gt;In the stillness of remembering&lt;br /&gt;What you had, and what you lost&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-4342036027745492789?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/4342036027745492789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=4342036027745492789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/4342036027745492789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/4342036027745492789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/09/dreams-april-rhodes-and-will-schuester.html' title='Dreams, April Rhodes and Will Schuester'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-8831837539420994374</id><published>2011-09-25T09:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T12:00:54.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot and cold much?</title><content type='html'>Best day ever. Well, yesterday, that is. I don't even know what is on his mind. He is so cold. And he starts the conversations. But then he ends it. Then he ignores me. Talk about Katy Perry's Hot n Cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost confessed. Oh god. It was so close. So close! I was on MSN with him. Then he called me. Which was awesome. Yes. And it was all pretty random. It just kinda started with him asking me to play online games with him I don't even know or what. (I didn't even know I had an account WTF?) Oh and he added me on Skype, and he has this really really retarded display picture HAHAHA, which I laughed at for quite awhile while we were on the webcall. He says he doesn't know how to change it. So he left it like that. HAHAHAHAHA WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Ok. Ok can. Calm.&lt;br /&gt;I really refuse to type it out. Cause I think it would give him another chance to ignore me again. Like how he always does. (And so why the hell should I like him right. I got no fucking idea. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) I just wanna let it out. (#fart HAHAHAHAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the point. I almost confessed. No not cheesy. (Don't be gross you all little pieces of cheese. Dream on life isn't a movie. LOL.) I was thinking of just saying it then I don't know, ask for his response? Cause he'd probably be shocked or something. AIYA NOT THE F POINT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS ABOUT TO BLOODY CONFESS THEN SUDDENLY "Your call has ended." AND I WAS LIKE WHUT WTF!? And I was logged out! My Facebook lagging! And oh! Yay! Awesome!? My wifi just bloody died on me! And I can't exactly get it to work fuck it! :( just when I was about to say it :(((((((( #storyofmylife #FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I dreamt that I texted him if I can call him, because my Internet died what. Then I called him. Thankfully he answered it. And my dream ended FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT I CAN'T EVEN BE IN LOVE IN MY DREAMS WTF WTF WTF :C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-8831837539420994374?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/8831837539420994374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=8831837539420994374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/8831837539420994374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/8831837539420994374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/09/hot-and-cold-much.html' title='Hot and cold much?'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-5101171999861041541</id><published>2011-09-24T17:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T17:36:38.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I find myself amazing to be Stupid's friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-5101171999861041541?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/5101171999861041541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=5101171999861041541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/5101171999861041541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/5101171999861041541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-find-myself-amazing-to-be-stupids.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-6491049685826993033</id><published>2011-09-24T12:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T12:44:57.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Bruno Mars!</title><content type='html'>What's nicer than nuaing on cold marble floor and hitting your own full belly, and humming to Bruno Mars?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-6491049685826993033?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/6491049685826993033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=6491049685826993033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/6491049685826993033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/6491049685826993033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-love-bruno-mars.html' title='I love Bruno Mars!'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-8446539475353882797</id><published>2011-09-21T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T22:52:33.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And you didn't really bother did you. I honestly don't feel like telling you. But it's just gonna strain the friendship... But I just don't see why should I when you're like oh ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-8446539475353882797?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/8446539475353882797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=8446539475353882797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/8446539475353882797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/8446539475353882797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/09/and-you-didnt-really-bother-did-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-2115880872285535341</id><published>2011-09-21T19:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T19:35:20.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah whatever I am just gonna give up lol. You suck and I'm probably too much for you so oh wells. You go graduate asap and get lost please. I wanna convert it into anger. I don't care if it makes me sore loserish &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-2115880872285535341?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/2115880872285535341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=2115880872285535341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/2115880872285535341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/2115880872285535341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/09/ah-whatever-i-am-just-gonna-give-up-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-8540139141075449868</id><published>2011-09-21T17:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T16:18:07.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Must haves:&lt;br /&gt;• Pretty press-on nails&lt;br /&gt;• Blonde wig&lt;br /&gt;• Pretty face&lt;br /&gt;• Nice body&lt;br /&gt;• Rainbow bikini&lt;br /&gt;• Dance lessons&lt;br /&gt;• Money. Lots of money LOL.&lt;br /&gt;• Polaroid... Or Sony's Nex 5? :/ both like a chio. No. Nex 5 is prettier. I think instant cameras are really ugly and fake-looking LOL. And it's all blur. And cannot camwhore as much cause need films. Damn. Nex 5 it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I shall work towards the impossible! WHOOPWHOOP go v! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-8540139141075449868?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/8540139141075449868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=8540139141075449868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/8540139141075449868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/8540139141075449868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/09/must-haves-pretty-press-on-nails-blonde.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-2505710353195125252</id><published>2011-09-21T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T16:22:46.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I NEED SOME BRAINS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I just made a &lt;b&gt;complete&lt;/b&gt; dork out of myself. Omg lah what was I thinking seriously. Like as if I haven't liked him obvious enough. Of course he can see right! &lt;b&gt;DUH?!&lt;/b&gt; Since he knows already and doesn't acknowledges it means nothing is going to happen lah! If someone likes me and I don't keep any conversation going on, &lt;i&gt;OBVIOUSLY&lt;/i&gt; I am trying not to lead the person on right. Oh god brains. Veniece, brains. &lt;b&gt;BRAINS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;OTL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Hi random people here! Please help me to click my Nuffnang advertisements please?&lt;br /&gt;Lol yeah sounding &lt;s&gt;a little&lt;/s&gt; desperate yay. It's in the third tab of my blog photo above.&lt;br /&gt;Then youuuuuuuuuuuu scroll down. And click the advertisement! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;And somehow I will earn money and be happy and blog happy things and everyone likes reading happy things.&lt;br /&gt;And everyone cares about the happy things in my life! Right! :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay so help me click it please me love you strangers so much muackmuack hahahhaahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-2505710353195125252?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/2505710353195125252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=2505710353195125252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/2505710353195125252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/2505710353195125252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-need-some-brains.html' title='I NEED SOME BRAINS'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-5658725841209372528</id><published>2011-09-21T15:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T15:54:50.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can money buy happiness?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Well does food make you happy? If food makes you happy then yes, money can buy you happiness. Preferably happy meals. C:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/barneychua?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask a Chua&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-5658725841209372528?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/5658725841209372528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=5658725841209372528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/5658725841209372528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/5658725841209372528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/09/can-money-buy-happiness.html' title='Can money buy happiness?'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-7621409007535580238</id><published>2011-09-21T05:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T05:29:22.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA I like this guy a lot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-7621409007535580238?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/7621409007535580238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=7621409007535580238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/7621409007535580238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/7621409007535580238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/09/wahahahahahahahahahahahha-i-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-5799475994068195298</id><published>2011-09-19T22:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T22:17:36.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck off.</title><content type='html'>I just feel like dying. Remember that day I got a terrible gastric? I didn't visit the doc, thus, duh, no MC. Fuck it. I'm scoring 0 for science CA. Fuck it. Major fuck it. And people scored well so I guess the test was easy. Fuck it. I don't wanna retain again. I hate meticulous little rules. Can't I retake it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND LIKE AS IF YOUR FUCKING LITTLE LIFE IS SO FUCKING SAD SO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND STOP WHINING AND ACTING SAD AND SAYING THAT EVERYTHING IS OKAY THEN STILL ACTING MORE PATHETIC. OPEN YOUR FUCKING EYES. START APPRECIATING. STOP BEING A FUCKING PRIMA DONNA. FUCKIN PESSIMISTIC. WANT TO DIE SO MUCH THEN JUST DIE LAH. TELL EVERYONE SO MUCH BULLSHIT FOR WHAT? SYMPATHY? DON'T WORRY I'LL MAKE IT TO YOUR FUNERAL. AND STOP GIVING ME DISGUSTING WHINY PUPPY-POOR-THING FACES LAH PLEASE. GROSS K GROSS TTM. CAN YOU FUCKING STOP THINKING SO MUCH AS IF I WOULD "BETRAY" YOU? OH PUHHHHHLEASE K STOP BEING SO FUCKING INSECURE. GET INSURANCE AND BODYGUARDS AND LIFEGUARDS ALREADY. AND YOU KNOW WHY CAN'T I TALK TO YOU ABOUT YOU? YOU WILL JUST PROBABLY KILL YOURSELF AND THINK YOU'RE THE WORST PIECE OF SHIT EVER AND YOU'RE FUCKING NOT. THEN YOU WILL THINK UNTIL I DON'T KNOW HOW FUCKING RIDICULOUSLY FAR. LIKE SERIOUSLY, CAN YOU JUST LIVE LIKE HUMAN? STOP THINKING YOU'RE SOME FUCKING BURDEN. THINKING THAT YOU'RE A BURDEN MAKES YOU A FUCKING BURDEN SO FUCKING STOP IT. I HAVE A FUCKING LIMIT AND I AM EXPLODING. AND STOP TRYING SO HARD TO FIT IN AND TALKING AND BEING AND ACTING LIKE EVERYONE ELSE. BE YOUR FUCKING SELF. IT ISN'T THAT HARD YOU DUMB FUCK. YOU EITHER GO GET A LIFE, OR LOSE ONE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-5799475994068195298?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/5799475994068195298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=5799475994068195298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/5799475994068195298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/5799475994068195298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/09/fuck-off.html' title='Fuck off.'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-7753326041606224677</id><published>2011-09-17T21:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T02:03:39.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my god I'm like 47.2 KG. It's so bloody oh my god. I hate being on my period. I'm hungry. I wanna go schooooool it's the only place where I can resist food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT MY MOM&lt;br /&gt;HAS KIT KAT BARS AND I AM HUNGRY ARGH &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seriously people stop trying to gain fame through social networks please. It's really, really annoying. Like tweeting something just so 50 people will retweet it, or posting a status that is some fancy overrated quote (most probably is like #icanrelate or #iknowright) so people will like. It's just really... Forget it. Just stop it please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-7753326041606224677?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/7753326041606224677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=7753326041606224677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/7753326041606224677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/7753326041606224677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh-my-god-im-like-47.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-3938391097262355000</id><published>2011-09-17T18:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T05:30:39.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do not</title><content type='html'>Please don't talk like that to me. Please don't. Especially when I'm bleeding. I, am extremely vulnerable. Or maybe it's just your tone. I don't wanna make you angry. I don't want to make anyone angry. I don't wanna lose anymore friends... I lost enough. More than enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-3938391097262355000?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/3938391097262355000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=3938391097262355000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/3938391097262355000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/3938391097262355000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/09/please-dont-talk-like-that-to-me.html' title='Do not'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-36751314472422947</id><published>2011-09-16T23:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T18:59:31.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I talk dirty but I don't do dirty. Yeah... Please get that right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys are just retarded. I should find myself a handsome girl and marry her in America. That or I'll find a rich old man, or maybe I'll just kill myself after Liyi and all graduates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-36751314472422947?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/36751314472422947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=36751314472422947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/36751314472422947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/36751314472422947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-talk-dirty-but-i-dont-do-dirty.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-5358841481750759254</id><published>2011-09-16T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T23:30:50.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red guppies hahahahahahaha</title><content type='html'>Had the most extreme day of my life. Happiest. HAHAHAHAHAHA. I love you little Drama bitches. The feeling like shiok. Drama held at Wesley hall then he was there and drama just started teasing me like whatever HAHAHA. My face just kept getting redder and redder, I probably looked like I was part of the Drama tee I was wearing. And they sort of shouted his name. In a way. Omgggg LOL. I'll probably roll eyes when I read this post 10 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again I bumped into my ex. At McD. He was just basically making me feel awkward. But whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok forget it I'm just gonna end the post so abruptly here. Something just spoiled my mood so bad. Why&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-5358841481750759254?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/5358841481750759254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=5358841481750759254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/5358841481750759254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/5358841481750759254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/09/red-guppies-hahahahahahaha.html' title='Red guppies hahahahahahaha'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-8754982419911099004</id><published>2011-09-13T11:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T11:29:59.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid people should not exist</title><content type='html'>I really don't understand why does my mom hate me so much (more) after I retained. Is it that bad? It's not like I still failing right? (f you mr lim I don't care if you see this but you can being so fucking insensitive sometimes. Get out of my blog.) In fact I'm improving. Even if I just pass my humanities subjects I can be so happy I'd cry already. Why do you despise me? Do you really think I wouldn't have a future and everything I do is bad and is definitely because I retained?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach really hurts and it still does. It's because I didn't eat a shit yesterday. I don't eat because I think I'm damn fat. (Not anorexic k don't freak out.) Besides it's the only way I save money since you give just enough and I daren't ask for more cause I think only spoilt brats do that. No. Not after I retained. Ever since primary 5. When I failed for the first time. You hate me more and more already. And now that I've retained you just want me to get out of your life as soon as possible. It's only that it's a crime act to murder someone so you won't kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you think it's an excuse for me to skip school. Why would I want to skip school? My fucking exams are like next week. I'm sorry I don't score straight A's. I'm not some RGS girl or Cambridge University student. I'm just this stupid piece of shit with no future. But I just go to school anyway so I needn't face you and I can surround myself with other people. People who don't think I am THAT stupid. People who treat me nice. Even the school desks won't even hurt my feelings as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually when I'm super late or absent, the school would call you. But then today, they didn't. You just had to bang my door like some loan shark and shout in my face asking why the fuck didn't the school call. How am I supposed to know?! Then you continued shouting and shouting asking if you have to call the school or write a letter. Then you say that I'm irresponsible. Whaaa-? I have gastric and I can't make it to school. That makes me really irresponsible. Yes. Those people lying in the hospital. They are just so irresponsible, aren't they? How can they just not go to work? Acting sick and as if they are all in pain. Some even got the doctors to lie to their family that they've got cancer. Terrible isn't it. Maybe I'll be one of them when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;And you also say that I'm troubling others. Wow erm okay. I'll go check with those in school if my absence or my gastric is giving them any trouble. But no... I don't think so. I don't want to sound to moronic asking that because IT MAKES NO SENSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, mom? If you hate me that much, why didn't you abort me? K fine, what's done can't be undone right. Why won't you just kill me. Push me off a high building, stab me (not the face), strangle me. Or maybe you can even send me for adoption. It's even better for you cause you need not bear so many consequences, in fact, you'll get money. Double the joy! :) but I won't be worth that much so maybe you can just dump me at some kind hearted person's doorstep or something. I really miss my old neighbour. I remember that time you kicked me out of the house. I was like what, primary 5? I had nowhere to go. All I knew was how to go to school. You didn't even give me money or a phone. How was I to go anywhere? I was hoping so badly my sister would come home anytime. Then my neighbour came. And let me go to their house. I think if it weren't for them, you wouldn't take me back. And I don't know where I'd be now. K probably dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want a family (member) that would bother if I am living well. Or at least someone I can be myself around and financially stable enough to support me until I start working or something. Sounds like a husband but no one would want me anyway. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really deserve death. I just don't know how should I go about it, since I've never really died before. A bomb would sound nice but where would I get a bomb from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-8754982419911099004?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/8754982419911099004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=8754982419911099004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/8754982419911099004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/8754982419911099004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/09/stupid-people-shouldn-exist.html' title='Stupid people should not exist'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-329944293502740791</id><published>2011-09-13T04:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T11:36:05.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school in term 4</title><content type='html'>Am I nuts or what. Why did I do that. Why did I let you. You didn't have to. I thought you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No this is not about me giving my virginity away. HAHAHAHAHAHA it does sound kinda wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K first day of school was. (Yesterday) Kinda awesome and really awful. However it is. I don't even know. I feel bad for not completing Miss Nonis's homework. :/ And there was art. I like art lessons with Mr Quek. Makes me think a lot about last year. I really still miss last year. Why am I being so sentimental wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I skipped all my meals successfully! C: Not even hungry and I'm at 46.1kg now YAY YAY YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now at like 4 in the morning when I'm supposed to do D&amp;T homework. I'm like squealing in pain. Alone. WHY WHY WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna go to F32. But I'm just &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/I&gt; stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-329944293502740791?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/329944293502740791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=329944293502740791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/329944293502740791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/329944293502740791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-day-of-school-in-term-4.html' title='First day of school in term 4'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-3504073772808420093</id><published>2011-09-11T09:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T09:33:59.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me love Colbie Caillat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The first song I could completely relate to. Omg. Me love this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GPCRbuL4Oh8" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-3504073772808420093?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/3504073772808420093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=3504073772808420093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/3504073772808420093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/3504073772808420093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/09/me-love-colbie-caillat.html' title='Me love Colbie Caillat'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GPCRbuL4Oh8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-4290298489688930444</id><published>2011-09-11T07:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T07:56:12.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Found my childhood!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;HA! I woke up today @ like, 6 in the morning or so and there was this line of an old song stuck in my head. AND IT WAS ONLY THAT LINE. NOT EVEN CHORUS. And it's Hilary Duff! Used to be a big fan (like in primary 5/6? Yay!) until she gone to I don't know where and Gaga came out. #ohyeah! K so I googled and all. Found the song. So I went to like this "storeroom area" in my room. Tried finding the album out. And no. I didn't find it. -__- I lost it WAH. #Likeasad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead... I found this mini sticker diary thing which I used to write in when I was primary 1? Or 2? Ah whatever I was just as stupid anyway HAHAHA. Omg why am I so... HAHAHA, RETARDED! But then again it's kinda heart breaking to know I was such a clueless kid. I didn't know a lot about my family.. But whatever la I'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And EW LOL I used purple glitter pens.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KKK I SHOW YOU GUYS THIS ENTRY K HAHAHA IT'S TITLED "the deari mother" HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sorry for the hilarious English that is about to come your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I have only one mother. She is very wheird because when it is her brithday she only have one or two candles on her brithday cake so I don't even know how old is she. I like her and love her a lot! because she love me, like me and even care for me the most! and that's why I love her. But, sometimes I truly hate her!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know right. If I'm not wrong, I think I added in the last sentence immediately after she scolded me. Then I got mad HAHAHA SO I WROTE IN THAT I HATE HER. But woah "because she love me, like me and even care for me the most!" pfffft, talk about naive.  And my handwriting was like gross LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-er-edkE85p0/TmvrtYp8nbI/AAAAAAAACHM/nNPqxzW3k6Q/s640/blogger-image-173746012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-4290298489688930444?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/4290298489688930444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=4290298489688930444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/4290298489688930444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/4290298489688930444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/09/found-my-childhood.html' title='Found my childhood!'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-er-edkE85p0/TmvrtYp8nbI/AAAAAAAACHM/nNPqxzW3k6Q/s72-c/blogger-image-173746012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-7055970696177583640</id><published>2011-09-11T07:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T07:56:40.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NUFFNANGDOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Hi guys... If there is anyone reading at all. Can you guys help me click my Nuffnang thing please? :( It's in the third tab of my blog, at the bottom right hand corner of my coolio photo above. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-7055970696177583640?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/7055970696177583640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=7055970696177583640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/7055970696177583640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/7055970696177583640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/09/nuffnangdom.html' title='NUFFNANGDOM'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-6281940688337459094</id><published>2011-09-10T19:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T09:30:20.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double rainbow all the way!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Was just thinking about my terrible future again. My bloody god. What am I gonna be. I want a job that is to totally be myself. (Xiaxue got that job but I don't bother updating my blog anyway #cannotcomplain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm gonna change my ringtone to the Double Rainbow Song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MX0D4oZwCsA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-6281940688337459094?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/6281940688337459094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=6281940688337459094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/6281940688337459094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/6281940688337459094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/09/double-rainbow-all-way.html' title='Double rainbow all the way!'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MX0D4oZwCsA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-5530922124521560342</id><published>2011-09-10T02:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T09:35:53.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some personality test. Kinda freakily true HAHAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table bg="" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="color: #dddddd; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="250"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ESTP&lt;/b&gt; -  "Promotor". Action! When present, things begin to happen. Fiercely competitive. Entrepreneur. Often uses shock effect to get attention. Negotiator par excellence. 4.3% of total population. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#e7e4e4" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" style="text-align: justify; width: 240px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Main type&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Variant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://images.similarminds.com/5.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://images.similarminds.com/spsxso.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #eeeeee; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enneagram Test Results &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" style="background: #dddddd; color: black;"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Type 1 &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Perfectionism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30% &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Type 2&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Helpfulness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50% &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Type 3&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Image Awareness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70% &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Type 4&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Sensitivity&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56% &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Type 5&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Detachment&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;73% &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Type 6&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Anxiety&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70% &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Type 7&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Adventurousness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36% &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Type 8&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Aggressiveness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56% &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Type 9&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Calmness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43% &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Your main type is &lt;b&gt; 5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your variant is &lt;b&gt; self pres&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.similarminds.com/embti.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take Free Enneagram Personality Test&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-5530922124521560342?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/5530922124521560342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=5530922124521560342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/5530922124521560342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/5530922124521560342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/09/some-personality-test-kinda-freakily.html' title='Some personality test. Kinda freakily true HAHAHA'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-4324056534339201313</id><published>2011-09-09T15:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T16:04:36.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuts about pirates.</title><content type='html'>Ok I've decided. Outside food, only Subway. And snacks, only nuts and yoghurt and I'll bug my mom to buy watermelon YAAAAAAAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walnuts taste really disgusting by the way. And I'm eating them. And no. They do NOT look like brains can?! They remind me of Bootstrap from Pirates Of The Caribbean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-86-EGUAEFZ8/TmnGRV-ZRyI/AAAAAAAACHI/jtcxqqkH8lU/s640/blogger-image--128000350.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Side note:&lt;br /&gt;Damn it I still haven't watched POTC4! So gonna buy the DVD.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and hi Mr Lim if you are Reading this. Still remember that you told me you've read my blog. I kinda died a little. HAHAHA.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-4324056534339201313?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/4324056534339201313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=4324056534339201313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/4324056534339201313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/4324056534339201313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/09/nuts-about-pirates.html' title='Nuts about pirates.'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-86-EGUAEFZ8/TmnGRV-ZRyI/AAAAAAAACHI/jtcxqqkH8lU/s72-c/blogger-image--128000350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-1536194051153987354</id><published>2011-09-09T03:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T03:28:57.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope you missed my absence.</title><content type='html'>BLOGGER APP. LIKE FINALLY?! K maybe I'll be blogging more now. Or not. Ah god cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I'll just take it as someone is reading this that's why my title is like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think blogging is just bloody embarrassing for me LOL. Whenever I read my old blog posts and I'm like what the fuck do I sound like &lt;a href="http://AnnoyingfacebookGirl.com"&gt;Annoying Facebook Girl&lt;/a&gt; HAHAHAHA. Oh my god I'm such a funny person *laughs at own jokes* #foreveralone okay goodnight goodbye it's 3 in the morning it's a holiday it's an ending holiday it's making me ganjiong. K sankew goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you no poke back. #dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and please drop me a message/question thing at &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/barneychua"&gt;my Formspring&lt;/a&gt; please! I kinda need a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-1536194051153987354?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/1536194051153987354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=1536194051153987354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/1536194051153987354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/1536194051153987354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/09/hope-you-missed-my-absence.html' title='Hope you missed my absence.'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-5641938076267922850</id><published>2011-08-10T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T22:11:58.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm gna DIY my wallet. I MUST. And it shall have:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rainbows&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Letter V. Or Chua.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bows&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A moustache (?) :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm thinking if I should put a gift icon on it hahahahhah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;K I think it's probably the gazillionth time I said I'm gna DIY something. Sorry but procrastination always sounds like a good idea. And DIY pencil case! My pencilcase is in a really bad and ugly state. Like you. HEHEHEHEHEHEHE KTHXBYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-5641938076267922850?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/5641938076267922850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=5641938076267922850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/5641938076267922850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/5641938076267922850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-gna-diy-my-wallet.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-8261850139720918378</id><published>2011-07-14T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T01:54:13.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Everyone hates me. &lt;i&gt;Everyone&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-8261850139720918378?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/8261850139720918378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=8261850139720918378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/8261850139720918378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/8261850139720918378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/07/everyone-hates-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-6121764298288921724</id><published>2011-05-15T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T22:59:32.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc132/dirtylittletrickster1/Blog%20photos%201/231099_1929154421321_1016037580_32147615_7664656_n.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-6121764298288921724?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/6121764298288921724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=6121764298288921724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/6121764298288921724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/6121764298288921724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/05/photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc132/dirtylittletrickster1/Blog%20photos%201/th_231099_1929154421321_1016037580_32147615_7664656_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-4657454597066474962</id><published>2011-04-22T19:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T23:33:17.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't help but get damn jealous whenever watching a movie. Because they have the most perfect couple in movies like ever. The guy will be a damn sweet and nice guy. And if better, the guy is funny. (MUST WATCH THE MOVIE "HITCH" REALLY GOOD MOVIE I LOVE IT.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-4657454597066474962?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/4657454597066474962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=4657454597066474962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/4657454597066474962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/4657454597066474962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-cant-help-but-get-damn-jealous.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-4448347139012301119</id><published>2011-04-19T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T08:22:13.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it safe to say fml?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Listening: Trouble For Me - Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello fellow combrats. Or whatever Matthias calls it. Stupid guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was so fun today. Learn so many things. So happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never. &lt;s&gt;say never&lt;/s&gt; Be late. Well, at least not more than 4 times. For school, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K let me sumarise my stuff k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Left wallet at home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5th time late for school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well. I set my alarm at 6 20. Yes, at every morning. Not that I would have more time to prepare. But it's a "让我爽" (for fun/for shiok/for fuck) kinda thing. Like I get to hit the snooze button and then sleep for another 5 minutes before I slug to the bathroom and washed up. Which isn't a very good idea but whatever, shiok k shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like every other mundane morning, I slip my shoes on and head out. I felt something was definitely wrong. So was getting more and more frantic by the moment. Moreover I'm almost late. That could really suck, because it would be my 5th time late for school. So I was saying, I was more and more frantic. I knew I had missed something out. Yes it is. My wallet. Googame. My money and ezlink card are all in it. And the thing is, I only realised it when I stepped into the MRT station. SLOW OR SLOW OMFF. I was thinking of buying the transit ticket thing (is that what it is called?), then... Right. No money. Not ticket. Left with no choice but to gostan and head home to get my wallet. Couldn't be much bothered to run, since I'd be late by then. Ha so I literally strolled my way back, and back again to the MRT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5th time late for school. Which means I'd be suspended. Not suspended as in sent home and not having school for the entire day, but instead, in-house suspension, which I don't see how is it even constructive or productive at all. It's not like after detention or suspension, your students become saints and angels the next day right, seriously. Or like making students sit forever at a corner, wrecking their brains just to fill up a reflection sheet? x2 Seriously? That's gna work? It's gna make students come to the right mind? Apologise and mean it? Not repeat mistakes again? Jeez. Even so I still did managed to find advantages within. Ha. I really appreciated the silence while the suspension. 'Cause I had like 2 tests. Home Econs and Science. Physics, to be specific. Darnnnnn I hate Physics. Miss Nonis was really nice. She brought me my Science textbook from class to the reflection/detention/suspension room. :) For me to revise la. But gah I was busy rushing through my Home E.s., because I had only one period to study for it. Which I am not very confident about. Why must all the tests today be stuff I hate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was in the midst of my revision, Mr Jaya suddenly talked to me asking me to do something. But I couldn't catch what he said because his accent is really strong. Really. And I'm like "Huh?". He began laughing. Like ha ha ha ha. O so funny. -__- He said something like "Hahahahaha this girl is so slow" with his accent. God knows what he was saying. But I have nothing against his race. I just don't understand why can't he do he job by himself and keeps asking the pupils serving detention and all to do all the shit. I mean, it's not very tough is it o__o It's just really boring to do LOL. His sudden sneezes are really scary. I literally jumped each time he sneezed. I sat right in front of him. Imagine the trauma. (Btw people who kena detention and stuff was some annoying sec 1 guy, Chelsea (it's how her name is spelled right) and a f22 Malay guy.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell you I would totally kill the sec 1 guy if i could darn it. He has this really high pitched unbroken voice which really gets on my nerves. And he keeps repeating the same questions. Boy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello? Hello? Erm detention got recess anot ah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not very sure of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recess is what time ah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We should have recess right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DON'T KNOW. IT'S MY FIRST TIME IN SUSPENSION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh... Me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Right I care so much&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, these questions, read them at least 5 times each. That's how annoying he was. Everyone else in the room was annoyed with him too. LOL. And... He seems pretty oblivious to that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For every class test, I had to go back to class to sit for it. Yes so I went for HE at 820. Apparently, my cellphone was with Jaya 'cause I can't have my phone with me during suspension (MIGHT AS WELL STAY HOME RIGHT), and the clock in the reflection room was spoiled. Thus, I can't tell the time. And I wouldn't really (dare to) approach Jaya. Then he said to me smth like "830 already still don't want to go ah?" DARN IT. Stop appearing so scary and I would have asked nicely!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I cheated for it. No one realised anyway. No one was surprised. C'mon it's Home Es. Not very easy and not very hard. Was only hard if I didn't study at all. Right after the HE test is the recess slot for my class. Which I have no one to hang out with, so I have to be like a pathetic dog tagging along Quah and Isabel during their PE session. Wtf right. Because I don't wna join any of my classmates or break into anyone's little cliques.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on the period after, Jaya let us off for recess. Which thankfully is Liyi's recess! :D And Isabel and Quah and Ronnie and all my pengyoumen. Love only. And someone else's recess yes saw him hawhawhawsohappytotallymademesmilenonstophaC: It was only a 15 min break so gah, I had to go off soon. After eating and 2 minutes of complaining of how bloody warm it is in the reflection room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went back and begun studying for Science. And the But of course I didn't even dare think of cheating for Science. I hope I score well. Darn I miss Chemistry times. :C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the Science test, I had to go back to the reflection room. Walan eh I'm suppsoed to be suspended until 430. Like wtf. Then I saw Megan in the room too. And I'm like huh. Then she says things really softly. Unless you stuff her mouth in your ear or something then you would be able to hear her. LOL. Then she said she was late for the 5th time so she came for suspension. And I'm like WTFFFFFFFFF!?!?!??! I came at 730. Why you shiok shiok come so late. And her reason was that she had tests. Wow. Wow. WOW. Mr Faizal let her! I wna kill the school and burn everyone's genitals omfg. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'M FROM THE FUCKING SAME CLASS AS HER AND I KENA SUSPEND FOR SO LONG?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; K whatever LOL. It wasn't so bad but I just think it's sort of unfair though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-4448347139012301119?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/4448347139012301119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=4448347139012301119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/4448347139012301119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/4448347139012301119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/04/is-it-safe-to-say-fml.html' title='Is it safe to say fml?'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-4195794588807413589</id><published>2011-04-01T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T04:44:31.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I merely got the chance to get my laptop back was because my mom took it out to settle some bills and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why. It's so fast. (Wasn't feeling down at all lor. Then people on Twitter were just spamming emotional things. Darn it.) Oh and btw Drama SYF. We got Gold. I literally cried on the spot when I heard that. Tears of relief and sadness. I was expecting a Silver, rather. But I really, really, really wanted a Gold with honours. I want to continue this GWH thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-4195794588807413589?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/4195794588807413589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=4195794588807413589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/4195794588807413589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/4195794588807413589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-merely-got-chance-to-get-my-laptop.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32511387.post-6054957291312324316</id><published>2011-03-14T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T23:12:31.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love drama</title><content type='html'>I think this is the best title. Usually I'd be using some, corny, cheesy lyric. But now I just. I don't know. Today we did really mean things during Drama. I feel ultimately remorseful. We made fun of Afrah. Damn sorry. Argh. But but. We are friends now. Omg. Wtf lah it's like so fast. It's so nice to say how you feel. I mean not that I've confessed. Not to the guy I like. But about who I bitched about and saying it so the person may change or something, and no talking behind people's back. I don't even know what I'm typing now. I just wna keep talking and talking about what I feel from the bottom of my heart. It would be so. Much. Lighter. "lighter". Like my heart is unburdened. Very shiok feeling I don't even know how to explain. Aiya it's like you have to keep a secret all to yourself kind of feeling. But it's not exactly all to yourself since it's bitching. Where people just spread and gossip and spread and be busybodies. While everyone confessed one by one or something like that, about who they bitched about, how they felt, etc, I was trembling. I don't even know why. At first it was cold. But then later on the air conditioner was switched off. I wasn't exactly about to cry. Or maybe I was. It was... Weird. I was scared. I really had no idea why. But I felt numb and cold for some reason due to my mood. And I can't even explain my mood. That's even weird. I mean, who would know me better than myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Drama, Weiliang and I go home by the same route. So we were talking about it. What a relief it was to spill everything out. I said, I felt so guilty and bitchy. I had no idea I was actually bitching about so many people. Like what the hell! I found myself disgusting and just really, bitchy. I mean, is there really that much to say about someone I dislike? Every little thing, I could see it as a flaw. Even if it was a person eating potato. LIKE I DON'T KNOW LAH I'M JUST DAMN... Argh-ish. Weiliang said, like it just struck him that what we've been thinking and doing was really bad. We always bitched, thinking, "Hey, bitching totally brings us closer to each other!" I mean, yeah duh it does. Yeah, it's fun. But we've been going the wrong way all along. We could have bonded a better way, without getting anyone hurt emotionally or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after all the emotional confessing session, everyone hugged. And somehow, like I began to cry. Like naturally! I wasn't exactly sad. But then I was sort of happy. I don't know, happy tears? It's this really weird feeling. Sad and happy are so different but then like happy tears was plain irony. Which I still don't ever understand. The first time I cried happy tears was like last week when I got my result slip back, and I was overjoyed upon seeing my results. But this time... Like I felt myself being closer to the club. To everyone. And I'm glad because I really want the club to be more and more united and bonded. And yes, I've learnt, that bitching is not the way to "make friends" or bond. We should just bond like, I don't know how lah. But not bitching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm happy today because I love you :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND BECAUSE I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH I'M ASKING YOU GUYS OUT FOR BREAKFAST TMR MORNING HI EVERYONE SAY YAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32511387-6054957291312324316?l=melochua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/feeds/6054957291312324316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32511387&amp;postID=6054957291312324316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/6054957291312324316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32511387/posts/default/6054957291312324316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melochua.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-love-drama.html' title='I love drama'/><author><name>Chuawsum!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDVX6YUIwtU/Tq7VEiS6kGI/AAAAAAAACIM/nYSL2Ui-OHI/s220/251395_10150210383139571_735284570_6904704_4427303_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
