<?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-1343623104150266981</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:22:48.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343623104150266981.post-2854366550432920998</id><published>2009-12-31T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:16:32.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year People</title><content type='html'>Change of plans people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM GOING TO RV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH. YEAH. YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the condition that I audition for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;choir&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; must&lt;/span&gt; be desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its pretty cool changing the main points into italic fonts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now also at my cousin house. Nothing to do so, writing a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its finally 2010! Time to forget everything wrong I have done and others have done too!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Even though the smallest size of RV uniform is still quite big for me! Even though now Im fatally bored! Even though I ran out of Suju Shows to watch! Even though Im not in the same class as the rest! Even though Im pretty hungry!Even though my cousins wont play with me stress! Even though I have no idea how my cousin got her hand into a plastic bubble! Even though I have no idea why we are all blowing those plastic bubbles anyway! Even though I confess that I bought 5 boxes of that blowing bubbles stuff! Even though its the end of 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Time to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;...........................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;...........................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;...........................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;...........................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;...........................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Don't worry. I survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now drawing 2010. Will be done in a moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SzziuYwJ8oI/AAAAAAAAAII/KJhmty-HtOc/s1600-h/2010.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 126px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SzziuYwJ8oI/AAAAAAAAAII/KJhmty-HtOc/s320/2010.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421457337993523842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ta-da. You have no idea how long it took to make this. The mouse is a little shaky. And must make shade for the ice cream. Pretty much all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year again! So long !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343623104150266981-2854366550432920998?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/2854366550432920998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/2854366550432920998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/2854366550432920998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year-people.html' title='Happy New Year People'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SzziuYwJ8oI/AAAAAAAAAII/KJhmty-HtOc/s72-c/2010.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343623104150266981.post-4657652867192581150</id><published>2009-12-23T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T07:39:41.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi again and again and again.</title><content type='html'>Hi people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I dont really write recently becos of the videos stuff.&lt;br /&gt;But it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and I'm going to Nan Hua.&lt;br /&gt;But I also appealed for RV. Hope I can get in, with emily and maybe recia would be good too.&lt;br /&gt;And my french thingy is unsuccessful, but Im kind of relieve. Bcos we need to travel to other schools, which is quite far.&lt;br /&gt;And emily got malay cos' she put that as second choice. I am cheer uped.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sad though, but at least my father lets me play computer for the whole of this week.&lt;br /&gt;You bet Im going to play my socks off. Actually mainly watching videos.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, haha. This post also to kill time. Loading ' We Got Married ' Featuring racoon guy with a girl I find familiar but still dont really know which show I saw her in.&lt;br /&gt;And racoon guy so cute. He was like keep telling people he never met that he go married.&lt;br /&gt;And now reading a blog which kinds of translate the stuff that Suju wrote on their cyber stuff into english, which is readable for me. Ahh, monkey guy so cute. Preview of a post ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SzI4me8vIhI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hAWf7R7Ha6A/s1600-h/Monkey+Guy+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SzI4me8vIhI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hAWf7R7Ha6A/s320/Monkey+Guy+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418455535474123282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SzI4mxIJ9oI/AAAAAAAAAIA/O5hh0q-UBtU/s1600-h/Monkey+guy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SzI4mxIJ9oI/AAAAAAAAAIA/O5hh0q-UBtU/s320/Monkey+guy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418455540353857154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:CY105895_10;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(254, 17, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(55, 183, 254);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(254, 17, 0);"&gt;Appearing handsomely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~~~~!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(254, 17, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:CY105895_10;font-size:10;"  &gt;And then……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(254, 17, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(254, 17, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(254, 17, 0);"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(168, 168, 168);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:CY105895_10;font-size:10;"  &gt;Anchovy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:CY105895_10;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(168, 168, 168);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(168, 168, 168);"&gt;-0-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(168, 168, 168);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(168, 168, 168);"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(168, 168, 168);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(168, 168, 168);"&gt;Here's the website. You have to type it out manually cos' my blog does not allow copying and pasting. Too Bad. Live with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;http://superduperlove.wordpress.com/2008/08/20/kyuhyuns-cyworld-update-20080820/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this is the link to scary guy's picture. So you can navigate on the left side to which member's cyber page or something. Yeah. Good Luck. Um, stuff loaded. So long, friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343623104150266981-4657652867192581150?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/4657652867192581150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/12/hi-again-and-again-and-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/4657652867192581150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/4657652867192581150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/12/hi-again-and-again-and-again.html' title='Hi again and again and again.'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SzI4me8vIhI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hAWf7R7Ha6A/s72-c/Monkey+Guy+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343623104150266981.post-660647546309306399</id><published>2009-12-20T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T05:13:08.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G9lVzs4m6FQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G9lVzs4m6FQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOooo. Scary guy is so cute in this. I don't mind if he marry the girl in the doll suit. Seriously. 2:56 - 3:07 Now I feel like going to Seoul. They did this to me I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fGHVFzhWMmo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fGHVFzhWMmo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty scary yet cool. And scary guy is the one in yellow pants and creepy guy should be in light blue. And god, it's awkward. Im freaking out O_O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N4b8Q_k6tvI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N4b8Q_k6tvI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DMWJ4IyQKCE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DMWJ4IyQKCE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary guy doing good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TCHIjWQQpc0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TCHIjWQQpc0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary guy looks good in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I dont think many people know that super junior got this song cos' it doesn't have a MV:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fLQR5H1E-ic&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fLQR5H1E-ic&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The starting is a little bit don don but then later it's a man in love. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343623104150266981-660647546309306399?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/660647546309306399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/12/woooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/660647546309306399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/660647546309306399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/12/woooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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-1343623104150266981.post-581608289014157287</id><published>2009-12-19T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T10:02:51.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalallaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nQ8aGzM3kgw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nQ8aGzM3kgw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah a video of scary guy singing with a world class singer girl. It's true. I saw her on TV.&lt;br /&gt;Yay scary guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d8pQaIxcWeo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d8pQaIxcWeo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay another video of scary guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7OjRVK45M7E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7OjRVK45M7E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another video of scary guy laughing and I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sHO1M_YG_so&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sHO1M_YG_so&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet another video of scary guy dancing to It's You. I dont think he is a good dancer O_O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yksbRk5HW8o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yksbRk5HW8o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah scary guy again. Learning some kind of indian dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L4jvxV48aRg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L4jvxV48aRg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about scary guy learning some opera stuff. You bet he sounds weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much all. Hope you people like the videos. And also check out emily's blog and her power of abusing the fact that I told her how to upload videos on blogs. Yeah and she suddenly became a christmas freak. After visiting her blog, you might know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343623104150266981-581608289014157287?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/581608289014157287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/12/lalalallaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/581608289014157287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/581608289014157287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/12/lalalallaa.html' title='lalalallaa'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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-1343623104150266981.post-4523789560239297925</id><published>2009-12-17T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T23:54:37.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again and again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello people. .m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am back. Sorry for not posting in a long time. To make a long story short, Issues.Parents.Only allowed to play from 6a.m. to 12 p.m. Not a early waker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Done. But the truth is now Im at emily house. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;( Bro if you are reading this - Dont tell mum or papa. Please. =] )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway actually writing this to kill time again. Loading unbelievable camp. I cant believe forgotten about it. Its hilarious. I re-re-re watched it. And Im stilling watching. I recommend some suju shows =&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Super Junior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ehb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Full House&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Unbelievable Camp (Uo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Super Junior M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Super Star ( I think)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Happy Camp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good luck watching. And I tell you this computer is DARN fast I tell you. Although there's some problems like, unability to download msn and maybe hard key buttons. But overall, its pretty awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today I watched the show ' Guiness World Record ' Last time I though tht the guiness stuff is some kind of beer brand so I though if you buy a certain amount of that brand of beer you get a free Guiness World Record book. Until I realised I was wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway they showed this woman with the longest fingernails, like about 50cm on each finger. And she pretty much looked ... Lets just say like tis :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416478122914642082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SysyJ7IAeKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Mm4-0_hjI7I/s320/lala.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And she's pretty old so, .. No offence women, if you happen to pass by my blog. Anyway she needs to use like 5 bottles of nail polish everytime she polish her nails.Then she also needs to somehow soak her nails or something. Seriously, what was she thinking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway so bored now. And emily wont give me food. =[ Yeah and now I like scary guy and creepy guy. Woo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416480890763522082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/Sys0rCKmsCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/2y5R2vQPZQU/s320/Scary+guy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yay ! This is scary guy. And I think ham is heavier than him. Yay! But the moment ham reads this Im dead. Yay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think Ehb has been loaded. So long ppl, its time for watching spreee. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Woo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S Emily still no feeding me. Im sad =[&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343623104150266981-4523789560239297925?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/4523789560239297925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-again-and-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/4523789560239297925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/4523789560239297925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-again-and-again.html' title='Hello again and again'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SysyJ7IAeKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Mm4-0_hjI7I/s72-c/lala.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343623104150266981.post-4470617511821710358</id><published>2009-12-05T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T07:04:49.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi hi</title><content type='html'>Hi people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know I didnt post in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Im feeling pretty scared now. After watching detective academy Q introduced my emily. She did this to me. Its actually a detective show but sometimes when the murderer attack i can really hear my heart pound. Now listening to Super Junior songs to cheer myself up. NEED NICENESS!! Now Im at my cousin house. Bcos' its one of them's bday. Now. Just waiting for the cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can take a picture O_O. Shh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again nah. Its pretty obvious. O_O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, plus Im feeling sadder cos' hui dont owe me money anymore. And neither does emily's bro. That's pretty upsetting. Now it's left with shi mei. But seriously, you cant offend that woman. There are consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway in pokemon I caught 7 mewtwos, 2 eevees and 2 mews.&lt;br /&gt;I really could have caught 2 more mews and eevees if tht stupid computer didnt lead me back to tge unlocked map page and session expired page.  This is tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually now writing cos' Im loading suju intimade note. Their wireless route is quite slow though, no offence. Im losing part of my knowledge you know, so Im pretty worrid about school nxt year cos' now its already December. And oh yeah, merry christmas and a happy new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe emily just watched a episode of  suju intimade note just bcos lyn asked her to. She said no straight in my face when I begged her. But nvm anyway. I should upload all the 11 vids from youtube u. You people must be forced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. wait let me see how I can upload this thingy ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. any idea how to do this thing? I am not born to do this stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty bored now. I think my cousins will find it weird if I burst out laughing ltr on while watching suju intimade note. Maybe I should introduce suju to them. You never know. ok this really load darn long. Hardly halfway there no offence again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and in pokemon I done some sprites. I think thats what they call it. Using paint to mixed pokemons. I have done Dragonair with Alaria, I think that's how its spelt, Espeon and Cresselia. The only failure I had is the one with mew and azelf. You don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH. They are in this notebook so I can upload it. Please wait a moment. What do you know, I think this route is actually faster than my old computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/Sxpyk8qHnqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RGeZ7xDMw-Q/s1600-h/Dragonria.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 108px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/Sxpyk8qHnqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RGeZ7xDMw-Q/s320/Dragonria.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411763881322716834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SxpykkMH8dI/AAAAAAAAAHY/HkwQQoEaKWM/s1600-h/Cresseleon.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 89px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SxpykkMH8dI/AAAAAAAAAHY/HkwQQoEaKWM/s320/Cresseleon.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411763874754458066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Im not a pro yet so they are not soo complicated. Just some simple editing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will make more tomorrow. You will see! But I think the espeon and cresselia one is kind of nice. Can be a new evolutionn of some kind of hoola hoop thingy. Anyway. Let me check on the intimade note. The whole purpose of thsi post to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzz still, the red thing is hardly growing. Nevermind. I shall tell youa bout yesrterday's science centre trip with emily, shuhan, hui lin who now dont owes me money, phoebe, siewyin and my family. We were on the bus then we were all llike jabbering and blabbering. Then we reached and then we went in first cos my parents want to eat breakfast. So we went in it was kind of big so we roamed around until 1 then we meet up at the mac donalds again. yeah then we went back in then played until 5 then we explored the gift shop cos' its raining and we cant play water works. Anyway, here are some of the exhibitions I remembered :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Some kind of illusion where there is a blank space under the table but actually u can go in by the back and put ur head in the  hole providded. Adcitentally bit on a fake apple surrounding the head. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Some kind of standing muscle man with a hole cut off from the face. Siew ying replaced that. Then we took a photo. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- then there was this skeleton thing where when you press the buton there will be a song played. " the hip bone connected to the shoulder bone ... " Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A lift which only the platform u are standing moves with the top. Pretty cool .We kept gping up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Some kind of dumb interview with the touchy touchy thing. Dumb bald guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A projector thingy tht is suppose to show cells on the wall. But heck we were playing with our shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah pretty much all. I think if I contine typing this post will fill the whole page. Yeah, so long ppl. I shall run along. and watch my intimade note.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343623104150266981-4470617511821710358?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/4470617511821710358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/12/hi-hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/4470617511821710358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/4470617511821710358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/12/hi-hi.html' title='Hi hi'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/Sxpyk8qHnqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RGeZ7xDMw-Q/s72-c/Dragonria.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343623104150266981.post-836225348816766295</id><published>2009-11-29T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T20:08:17.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Breakfast</title><content type='html'>Today I had the most amazing breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pizza plus chin chow. The pizza is like that kind of self- toast one. And its Awsome dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SxNVY2KamJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wnO1PHu2L5s/s1600/Picture0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SxNVY2KamJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wnO1PHu2L5s/s320/Picture0051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409761462746519698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt take photo of chin chow bcos as you know, its just some lump of yummy black stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway sorry for not posting for the last 2 days. Bcos I almost died due to my cousin's visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First to start off, I meet her family at jurong point cos' they're shopping for some winter clothes - they are going china probably next week. Probably. Anyway then we looked around and they helped me buy a watch which is exactly the same as cherlyn's ( my cousin name) which costs $5 each. Its pretty cheap but I dont think it will last till the end of time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to our house and she kept jabbing me I tell u. It Hurts. so I chased her arounf the house for abt 1 hr then I asked her in oet society how she grow the vegetables to 'very large' cos I left my veggie in the garden for a few weeks and the status ( when I scroll over them ) is still large. Then she told me that when I pull up them then they will say if its is very large or gigantic or that stuff. Then I pulled it up and got abt 2 gigantic and 3 very large. 2 of them rotted. so now I completely understand this situation so now I'm going to leave my veggies for maybe a month cos maybe I will get very gigantic or enormous or massive or elephant -like. You never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, cherlyn dont know how to fish so I teached her how. then she bought a whole bunch of apples and started fishing. I told her that store bought stuff will fish up mostly junk and some common fish. then she fished up an apple fish which look pretty much like an apple but I really didnt know such stuff existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yearh then we went inside the room at 4. Went. Cos' we started talking abt eyes and some kind of laser thing tht makes ur eyesight perfect. then cherlyn kept saying they just scoop out ur eyes and cut it into half or something. Then we start talking abt other stuff cos eye gorging is plain revolting. Then I think we finally slept at 5. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway then the next day I have completely no idea how she managed to wake up at 8 a.m. and started waking me up and staring at me then I dragged until 10 then when I was ready to wake up I realised that she went back to sleep alrdy so, obviously, I went to sleep again. It was a bliss. Anyway then we woke up at 12 then visited my grandmother and my grandfather but he was sleeping.The one that lives above me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took our bicycle and the 3 wheeled scooter down and ent for 2 rounds then we came up. Then I called hui to asked if we can go her house then she said yes. Well not exactly, bcos she was like on 2 lines. Anyway then me and cherlyn walked around JP for awhile then went to the meeting place. We almost got lost cos' I almost forgot where was old chang kee. Almost. then we bought bubble tea then cherlyn realised the chicken store was just beside it so she bought some chicken and I tested some cos' its spicy. Or it may be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway then we went to hui's house. Then we palyed the playground and jumped around and then went to hui house and then we played monkey and especially had a lot of fun squashing hui alive. But hui said she liked it so we kept continuing then her bf came and squashed her then I stepped on top and started jumping it was pretty cool until my base fell and I crashed down on to hui. Sorry hui, but you still owe me $$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Then we need to go home cos' cherlyn SUPPOSINGLY go home at 5 so we went home at 4.30 then ltr her father called and said ltr he will meet cherlyn at abt 7 at JP. I think. Then they will go ' This fashion' shop for clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we realised that we left our watches at hui's house. Then we played com for awhile cos'  hui and phoebe swimming never pick up the phone when we call them. Anyway then ltr I got through the phone and we waited at the centris entrance. Actually we played at the library playground first then we go to the centris entrance. Then after getting our watches back we went back to playing the playground again for like 20 mins. O_O. then we realised already 8.15p.m. then we went home then her father called say meet at JP.Then we rushed to JP then we go to this fashion and roam around for like 2hrs and cherlyn's bag strap broke then we use a plastic bag to tie and chase around the stall. Then bought some ice cream and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is tough. That's why I have no time to write. I was out and in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am now playing this indeed sad but inspiring game. It's sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://armorgames.com/play/4918/the-company-of-myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's the walkthrough if you cannot pass the lvl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OUAbK8g0TlU&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... lets hope you play and feel satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HUI STILL OWES ME MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;ITS BURNT INTO MY BRAIN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343623104150266981-836225348816766295?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/836225348816766295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-breakfast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/836225348816766295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/836225348816766295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-breakfast.html' title='Best Breakfast'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SxNVY2KamJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wnO1PHu2L5s/s72-c/Picture0051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343623104150266981.post-3216679268974126279</id><published>2009-11-26T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T06:09:10.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aa.</title><content type='html'>AAaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 250, but it is nothing compared to ham, hui and phoebe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sad but at least I got a '5'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am pretty happy but today my chin hurts a little bcos I knocked into some kind of electrical metal thingy. Just bcos the wind was blowing and I didnt want anything to get into my eyes. So I closed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and here's a instruction manual for my bro if he is reading this. About pokemonbattlearena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- First log in. My password and user is probably already there. If it's not, ask me.&lt;br /&gt;- Then go to the hollowbrook town map. it probably wont load the first time so press back, then forward again. If it doesnt work try refreshing it.&lt;br /&gt;- If it still doesnt work, try other maps and repeat step 2.&lt;br /&gt;- this is to load the maps so when training you can find pokemon to kill them and get XP.&lt;br /&gt;- Now if the maps are loaded go to map 9 and start killing miltanks ONLY. Cos' they give more XP than other common pokemons. This is called the milky way. Credits to hui who owes me $$.&lt;br /&gt;- Then train the pokemon until 16, evolve it, and now you can take it to the gym for more easier training. If the gym is still too hard, continue to train it with the milky way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- End. Credits to hui, who owes me $$, and phoebe who doesn't. Also to Emily for talking to me on MSN along with ham. And thanks to bro who will be helping me train. ------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha here's some funny pictures I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/Sw6LSEVcTSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/CqoUnl1b6gU/s1600/funny+pic+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/Sw6LSEVcTSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/CqoUnl1b6gU/s320/funny+pic+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408413345036127522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/Sw6LRpvNPYI/AAAAAAAAAG4/qsQqbwb4fGY/s1600/funny+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/Sw6LRpvNPYI/AAAAAAAAAG4/qsQqbwb4fGY/s320/funny+pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408413337896435074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. I think that's pretty much all. So long people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343623104150266981-3216679268974126279?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/3216679268974126279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/11/aa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/3216679268974126279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/3216679268974126279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/11/aa.html' title='aa.'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/Sw6LSEVcTSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/CqoUnl1b6gU/s72-c/funny+pic+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343623104150266981.post-9086544140546800299</id><published>2009-11-25T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T04:37:30.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello all</title><content type='html'>Today we went to the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty awesome. But couldn't catch some of their english. It is also quite scary. Everytime suddenly popped out of nowhere or something. And almost miraculously, emily didnt eat finished the popcorns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that we all went to the centris to play truth or dare. Pretty boring cos' we all ran outof questions. Anyway after that we played the playground. ddadadada pretty all. And we got some canned drinks from hui. Hui, you are appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG just now my father is like in an spending spree. He gave my bro $205, which is what he got for his PSLE, to make it fair cos' I'm  getting my money tomorrow. Then he sugguested going to science centre. Then he said he'll pay the entrance fee and lunch for 4 friends I wanted to invite.&lt;br /&gt;Actually he didn't really said that. I was bargaining then in the end he said he will pay for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go - one boring post. My humour is fading. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crime List Remains.&lt;br /&gt;Better pay up peeps, I'm watching you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343623104150266981-9086544140546800299?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/9086544140546800299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/9086544140546800299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/9086544140546800299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-all.html' title='Hello all'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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-1343623104150266981.post-6691020024728758170</id><published>2009-11-24T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T06:26:00.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalla</title><content type='html'>Lalalalallaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bored. Now playing www.pokemonbattlearena.net . It's almost like pokemoncrater. So who's the dumb one who suggested it to be destroyed anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now me, hui, phoebe have to start from scratch. Actually hui is already halfway there. Anyway today we went swimming. It's quite okay I guess. I think I'm quite used to it so I'm not going to post on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are going to the movies to watch CHRISTMAS CAROLS. I guess I'm excited just because I'm getting off the com and out of the house. I think my eyes are spoiling, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, shu han called about tomorrow movies a few moments ago. Said that she will call me later cos' she need the toilet. She's fretting on whether to wear pants or shorts, which is pretty pathetic. No offense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you, my father is amazing. He can just stare at the computer the whole time and laugh when the TV shows a funny part. Its like he got eyes at his ears. Anyway now it's about 10 and shu han didn't call back. I bet she forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. pretty much all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still remember that hui owes me $$.  It's forever sealed in my brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343623104150266981-6691020024728758170?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/6691020024728758170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/11/lalla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/6691020024728758170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/6691020024728758170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/11/lalla.html' title='Lalla'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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-1343623104150266981.post-8124196582623776717</id><published>2009-11-23T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:20:21.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalala~</title><content type='html'>Lalala~&lt;br /&gt;Today morning I was pretty pissed off. But now, I feel as light as a feather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because of the headphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see - One of the ear piece spoilt for the the note book. But this head phone, it's perfectly fine. So now I do not need to suffer the tragedy of the one- working earpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, today we went over to phoebe's place. It was awesome. It was totally fun playing murderer cos' I kept unvealing who is who. Kind of. Thanks for those who participate for not getting angry at me. I'm too cute. Just kidding. Just feel so nice now, listening to music. Anyway, I changed the music thingy already. There's miracle added. I think that's pretty much all. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I also think it's because I just bathed. I'm seriously clean and comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I wanted to post something yesterday. But halfway I need to go so I didnt post it up.&lt;br /&gt;Er,oh yeah. Hui, my father says you can just design the thing. He can code it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now feel so bored. Officially ran out of super junior thing to watch. Oh wait, there's one. Phoebe just suggested it to me. Yay phoebe! Argh. I think I'm missing school. That is such a rare occasion. But anyway so sian. This wed we will be gathering to watch the christmas carol. I don't know why. But I'm kind of anticipating it. Must be from the bored syndrome of being at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of creepy guy. Wearing specs.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SwqLwzh24qI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BfdTzfj6Ukc/s1600/creepy+guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SwqLwzh24qI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BfdTzfj6Ukc/s320/creepy+guy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407287973193900706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's pretty much all. So long, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criminal list REMAINS. In case, you want to know. Actually the main point is to make hui suffer.&lt;br /&gt;Well, hui. Suffer, with a captital ' S'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343623104150266981-8124196582623776717?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/8124196582623776717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/11/lalala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/8124196582623776717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/8124196582623776717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/11/lalala.html' title='Lalala~'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SwqLwzh24qI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BfdTzfj6Ukc/s72-c/creepy+guy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343623104150266981.post-8354572410626145598</id><published>2009-11-21T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T04:20:17.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi there again, probably.</title><content type='html'>Today party was GREAT!! Sorry committee members, some of them might not cooperate but they still think its fun although things didn't go as well as planned. But the food is TOTALLY awesome. And so was playground. It was so fun. Except for that fact that SOME ladies do not dare to slide down from that thingy. And I ACCIDENTALLY bit wan qing's head. Really sorry wq if you're reading this! If her results deteriorate I'm really ready to take full responsibility!!! yeah. pretty much it about the party. And there were leftovers from the party so we gave a tray of chilli chicken to the security guard who was partially bald. And took home a whole bbq chicken. And right now my bro is having the best moment of his life probably, because he likes chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK anyway after that we went to hui lin's house and we totally have a girl's talk. Its awesome. We played the truth or dare. We vowed to not leak out any details so too bad. Deal with it. And it was TOTALLY Awesomeee!!! And Siew Yin's bro and cousin was there, pretty weird but we were all like trying to see the cousin's leg hair because, as Siew Yin said, it was brownish, like he was some kind of eurasion guy thingy? And the cousin totally look like Siew Yin so it was like a whole family of Siew Yins. Anyway it was very very very awesome, so we decided to meet again next week. But it's still not fixed yet. And it was very cool, just keep talking and laughing and talking again. Pure Fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's pretty much all. And I forgot to get back all my money during the party. SO here's THE LIST. Feel the pain, hui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Lin&lt;br /&gt;- STILL $2&lt;br /&gt;Shi Mei&lt;br /&gt;- $1.90&lt;br /&gt;Em's Bro&lt;br /&gt;- 60 cents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dadadadadada bored... rewatching that funny video I told you in that previous post. In case you want to watch it, here's the URL : &lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_wojZy04PfE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you watch it with me! Spread the joy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343623104150266981-8354572410626145598?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/8354572410626145598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/11/hi-there-again-probably.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/8354572410626145598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/8354572410626145598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/11/hi-there-again-probably.html' title='Hi there again, probably.'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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-1343623104150266981.post-5824942944719087195</id><published>2009-11-20T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T04:01:23.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi there</title><content type='html'>Hi people.&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from shopping. Yeah. And finished Super Junior intimate note. It's quite ok a the beginning but at the last part there's this guy that wrote almost similiar messages to some of the members of the group. Ok maybe how I put it isn't so funny but go watch it yourself. You will I laugh your face off I tell you. You will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so now so seriously bored. Eating ice cream I bought after shopping. That's the main point anyway. Sooo Bored.... still memorising miracle. And Msn-ing Emily. Ok so here's a tongue twister I thought of :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banana Boats Bumping Big Bouncey Bombs Blindly Because Batman Burped Briefly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok it's pretty pathetic but It just came out of pure boredness. Try saying it 3 times. Bet you can't. Haha I found this picture on some website. The one on the right is creepy guy. Cute eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///c:/temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///c:/temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SwZ0R8FylTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tBpF6bTA3SQ/s1600/Creepy+and+Racoon+Guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SwZ0R8FylTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tBpF6bTA3SQ/s320/Creepy+and+Racoon+Guy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406136254241871154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hair in here is not exactly ideal but who cares. Now I'm bored. Now re-watching the last episode of intimite note. It's just so adicting. So so long peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343623104150266981-5824942944719087195?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/5824942944719087195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/11/hi-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/5824942944719087195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/5824942944719087195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/11/hi-there.html' title='hi there'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SwZ0R8FylTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tBpF6bTA3SQ/s72-c/Creepy+and+Racoon+Guy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343623104150266981.post-6242235094667941367</id><published>2009-11-19T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T05:59:30.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEeeee!</title><content type='html'>I officially announce the END of SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That's pretty it. Ok, so now I'm soooo  bored. Sian my bro using the notebook so I cant upload some pictures I took ( secretly )with it when I went to my grandmother's house with my cousins there. I took them quite some time ago, like a month before PSLE but I totally completely obsessively forgot about them until I saw them yesterday while browsing through my picture files. Anyway today graduation wasn't so fascinating. I know I looked like a soldier but at least I survived the day. After that, there was a sudden notice that there was choir when shu han called me at 3 which was sooooooooo late because they were already waiting for me downstairs. but I dont blame them though, at least they called. Choir was pretty fun, we kept talking about the super junior EHB, about someof the facts learned. You people reading this should really watch that show, its amazing. Really. And funny too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel pretty depressed when school is closed. Because there would not be time for group gatherings and playing UNO since now we do not need to meet neccessarily because of school. Anyway being at home isnt so fascinating either. Now trying to learn ' Miracle ' But the chorus is darn long I tell you. And they say it very fast. The song is not included in my music playlist. Sorry. Will change that next time. So for now, deal with it. Anyway anticipating Saturday's party. Because now Im desperately in need of fun and gatherings. Plus plus, there's food. Good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to change computer with my bro. be right back. Ok back. So here's The Thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SwVKaNFUZ-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/bsR149hZFaw/s1600/Picture0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SwVKaNFUZ-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/bsR149hZFaw/s320/Picture0041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405808741777172450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SwVKae72ceI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Glk7MQcGdeg/s1600/Picture0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SwVKae72ceI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Glk7MQcGdeg/s320/Picture0042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405808746569298402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SwVKatH22WI/AAAAAAAAAF4/TEnUjR5gges/s1600/Picture0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SwVKatH22WI/AAAAAAAAAF4/TEnUjR5gges/s320/Picture0043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405808750377752930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So the one in dark green is my jie jie racheal. I think I spelt it correctly. Hopefully. And the one in light green is the biggest, jie jie bing ling. And the one in pink, which you can't really see, is the one as my same age, yu jing. They are all good people and so am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now Im bored. Let's see what pictures I can take now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SwVL2pqGgRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qo7P1mSWRRw/s1600/Picture0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SwVL2pqGgRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qo7P1mSWRRw/s320/Picture0044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405810329995608338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha this is me. You can't really see but I'm sucking on a piece of chocolate. Yum. And this notepad  really load things darn fast. It uploaded this picture like the wind. Now tomorrow is packed. I need to go shopping for stuff.  Im bored. Nevermind.Let me go back to trying to memorise Miracle.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SwVNdAzl2SI/AAAAAAAAAGI/MRZI0QakxY8/s1600/Picture0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SwVNdAzl2SI/AAAAAAAAAGI/MRZI0QakxY8/s320/Picture0046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405812088556083490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And btw this is the ball I brought to swimming about yesterday. It's a stressball actually. I think I mentioned that but nevermind. It looks pretty happy to me. And this is a picture of me and my brother who was actually playing with this ball anyway. Can you see the resemblence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SwVNddZRLbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/oNZ4omPui54/s1600/Picture0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SwVNddZRLbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/oNZ4omPui54/s320/Picture0045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405812096230305202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can't? Me neither. Anyway I think this is about it. And this blog is also officially revived from the dead. It's the RISE OF THE ZOMBIES. Woo~ Ok, that's pretty pathetic. But there you go. A post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Update on THE CRIMINAL LIST :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who owe me $$$$$$ :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui -$2&lt;br /&gt;Shi Mei - $1.90&lt;br /&gt;Emily's Bro - $0.60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Emily doesn't mind the 10 cents so I'm clean. :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so long, people. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343623104150266981-6242235094667941367?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/6242235094667941367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/11/weeeeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/6242235094667941367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/6242235094667941367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/11/weeeeee.html' title='WEEeeee!'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SwVKaNFUZ-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/bsR149hZFaw/s72-c/Picture0041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343623104150266981.post-6794749231059758787</id><published>2009-11-18T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T07:18:31.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi to all</title><content type='html'>Hi people.&lt;br /&gt;I changed the blog skin. I bet you noticed anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Its kind of rainbow-y but I seriously like the traffic light and puffy clouds. They look like the one in maple which makes it so appealing. But look on the bright side - there's a music column! Which makes life so much easier to live on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................. life is tougher after PSLE. And it's just so sad that the Malacca trip was canceled. Although there was a H1N1 Vaccine. Hopefully they would repay us double next year or next time.&lt;br /&gt;Very sad to say goodbye to all friends. I seriously doubt that we will be in the same school and class. You guys are Pros, I tell you, and I am totally wishing that WanQing gets top for PSLE. She's awesome and she deserves the title, if she gets it anyway. Today I went swimming with Emily, her bro and shi mei. Almost miraculousy, we met Hong Zhan and Qiu Ting! Yeah I also brought a stress ball with me and they rented a float so we had fun. And my mum also bought me a new shirt for tomorrow's graduation concert. It is totally nice. And it costs $19.90, Im not sure weather its cheap or not, saying it in shopping language. And oh yeah, I shall now reveal some loaners who still owe me $$$$$$ :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shimei - $1.90&lt;br /&gt;Hui Lin - $7&lt;br /&gt;Emily's Bro - $0.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I personally owe Emily $0.10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Now I am still so bored... ran out of super junior stuff to see. And boreding, boreder, boredest. And see you people at the graduation day tomorrrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S The reason I change my blog URL is because eggcusion sounds pretty weird and uncompleted. Actually I spelt the 'cushion' wrongly so just now I was thinking of what to change it to while chewing on some chocolates (with nuts) so I thought of chewychocolate but 'chocolate' is too long to spelt so I wrote thingy.  Anyway now trying to learn Korean. If you go to the link of June and Lei Yong's blog there are some basic stuff. Im learning from there mainly, so really need to thank them and the person who post it - youyou. But really, all I remember is 'yes' and 'no' in korean. Need to look more often.  I also went with Joyce on a fishing trip last Saturday. Should I tell it to you? This P.S is getting longer.... nevermind so here's what we did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been SOOOOOOO long I met Joyce, Because of PSLE. ( She's 12 too) The cause of everything bad. Anyway then we went and then we saw darn lot of tadpole eggs in some drain thingy outside  a vacant bungalow kind of house. Pretty creepy. But cool at the same time. And then we got there. Then it was getting pretty hot so we opened a large umbrella and tied it to a handle of a luggage Joyce's father brought to carry stuff later on after we go to the supermarket. So as I was saying, then we sat in the shaed and played with UNO cards and poker cards. It was pretty dumb though, went all the way there just to play cards. Then we also explored the jetty for awhile. Let me tell you, the jetty might look little, but if you really walk all the way it's seriously long. Then later Joyce's father caught alittle parrot fish. Pretty cool. He asked us to put it in a container of water. ( Joyce brought a a container ) so we scooped up some water fromt he sea. Then we tried to use pliers to haul the fish up and drop it into the contain ( the container's opening is quite narrow) but I tell you that fish JUST keep flipping up and down. Then even after I kicked it, it still keep jumping about. Then finally after me and Joyce gave up , I asked my father to help us. He wasn't so expert at it but afterall, he's an adult. And you know what? he just promptly used the pliers and held up the fish and lowered it into the container. That darn fish didn't even budge or probably blink- if it has eyelids. Which was totally unfair. Who could explain that ridiculous scenario? And the fish has rainbow eyes. pretty cool. And before that fish was fished up, there were also some common fishes that were caught, Then we just stuff them into a plastic bag and poured some water into it. then later I was having fun hauling water with the container ( the parrot fish died later on too so we just flung it into the plastic bag. ) so Joyce decided to change the water in the plastic bag. She was changing then she ( I forgot why) was taking up some dead fishes, examing them. Then she was holding a fish then she suddenly say " ee, got worm. " And I saw her pulling out a yellow string thingy which was halfway through the dead fish body and flinging it into the sea. It was just so gross. I dont even know how she kept her scream because I didnt with mine.Ugh. how did the worm get in anyway. Then joyce father adcidentally fished up some seaweeds. We just got back into our game. Then after for awhile, we felt bored. I went to explore the weeds and found one starfish. it was sooo cool. With Joyce's sharp observation we managed to find 4 more. They were all soooo tiny ( the one she found ) I dont even realised it was there.The one I found was definitely the bigggest. Probably that's why I could see it. Anyway because those starfishes are sooooo minute, using our pliers, we would somtimes adcidentally snip off their arms. But then their arms are still moving, by themselvs, just wriggling everywhere so its just so revolting but awesome at the same time. But its was also creepy because there was like 4 arms dancing solo around me. Then later.. I think I killed them but, about 3 died. hehe.... and 2 survived so we just kicked them down back to the sea. Then Joyce father caught a eel. The eel just keep shaking, on the hook, then joyce father lets it wrap its body around one of the pole used as a railing to prevent us fomr fallng into the sea. Then the eel just keep knotting itself and then ends up there was a srting around its neck. it was pretty scray but that eel just keep knotting and knotting for like 5 minutes. I was watching it kill itself . Then Joyce wants to release it but I was sooooo scared that the eel will wrap around her hand and strangle it because Joyce father said the eel is wrapping around the pole as it thought it was his hand. Then joyce took the cutter and was trying to cut the string around its neck loose but I was there pulling and screaming then there was this old man. He came and released the eel probably because of all the commotion we were making. It was really scary. The string had cut a little bit into the eel's flesh and I saw a little blood dripping down. Just one drop. It was also disgusting. But I am soo not going to risk my life before my PSLE results gets revealed. Yeah.. and that's pretty much all... And I have been writing for an HOUR!!! I am going to be SOOOOO late tomorrow. Ok so long people, hope you enjoy my long P.S and my list of criminals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343623104150266981-6794749231059758787?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/6794749231059758787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/11/hi-to-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/6794749231059758787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/6794749231059758787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/11/hi-to-all.html' title='Hi to all'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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-1343623104150266981.post-6205250858885858920</id><published>2009-10-28T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T19:52:35.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry</title><content type='html'>Dear people out there. Im in the school's com lab and it stinks.  theres a serious prob with the space bar and I totally have a irritating woman beside me. I shall not reveal who is she here but if you ask me verbally I will tell you. this really stinks. Nobody told her she can sit besideme. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;Now totally absorbed in Super junior. Watching their mvs. this com is darn slow so I dont really have anything to play. Im so bored. This stinks. And hi Phoebe. I knowyour'e raedingthis. Dont spoil youreyes.     And my space bar can toatlly slant sideways . Well, now nothing to say so so long and goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343623104150266981-6205250858885858920?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/6205250858885858920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/10/angry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/6205250858885858920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/6205250858885858920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/10/angry.html' title='Angry'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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-1343623104150266981.post-2911101045246768792</id><published>2009-10-13T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T00:46:37.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO</title><content type='html'>HELLLOOO PEOPLE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'M! BACK! COS'! PSLE! IS! OFFICALLY! OVER!&lt;br /&gt;AND! IM!BORDER!THAN!BEFORE! DARN!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'm Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dada the notebook's wireless route is kinda spoilt so I can't take much pictures with the webcam. Sorry for the inconvenience. ACTUALLY IM REALLY BORED. And I mean REALLY. And I'm like so sian don't feel like doing anything but sleep. And maybe eat. And listening to music. And yeah I got kind of an idol I admire. I just call him creepy guy. Don't ask why. Now so sian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH. The main thing I'm posting this is because I'm announcing the official ending of PSLE. And maybe some book stores selling this year PSLE syllable books. Actually, the main main thing is because I'm totally bored. But I thought of writing a new post on this blog when I thought of telling you people that I feel like making a maple movie with banned story. But the thing is banned story don't provide a back ground and I have 2 story in my mind. Not sure which to choose so I wanted to discuss it with Huilin but she's not at home. And Ham don't let me go her house. And Emily is watching ' Ming Zong Zhu Ding Wo Ai Ni' and phoebe is not picking up her phone. So how unlucky can I get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm playing battleon, marapets and listening to music at the same time which one day will make me go crazy. I just don't feel like wasting another day away. Thinking of playing habbo but when alone, its completely no fun. I mean AT ALL. And now I feel like sleeping anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll sleep for awhile...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343623104150266981-2911101045246768792?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/2911101045246768792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/2911101045246768792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/2911101045246768792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello.html' title='HELLO'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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-1343623104150266981.post-8257337882609136517</id><published>2009-09-29T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:29:36.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Children day's eve</title><content type='html'>Happy Children's Day Eve! If you are not a children,  too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so in school we do some stuff stuff and watch some concert stuff stuff again. And the concert quite boring... but anyway the one made by the chinese department is the most amusing because you can see all the normally stern teacher do weird faces. And you can laugh all you want. Yeah.. and also got some presents. And they are all awesome. Especially the lollipop. In case you are my bro { I know you read my blog } the lollipop is MINE!!! Muahaha. I need some sugar while doing my homework. So there you go. ALL MINE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really grateful and thankful to my teachers. Although sometimes somethings happen. But afterall, you people are awesome. Still, don't know what to blog.  And I don't know what to do either. Should I sleep? Or eat?  Then sleep? Okay this is getting nowhere. So now I still thinking what I'm going to get for my father's B'day and feel really regretful for not getting tricia a present when I did for shu wen. Maybe next time. I think I'm going to sleep now cos' my eyes is already closed and now Im typing without loking sp there might be SOME spelling errors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening my eues now ... OMG so less errors. I'm good people. Okay , so long people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343623104150266981-8257337882609136517?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/8257337882609136517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/09/children-days-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/8257337882609136517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/8257337882609136517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/09/children-days-eve.html' title='Children day&apos;s eve'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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-1343623104150266981.post-2465005971088594349</id><published>2009-09-27T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T23:47:04.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGOMGOMG</title><content type='html'>OMG OMG OMG OMG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just popped some popcrons from just PURE raw popcorns. At first we thought it wouldn't work but OMG HERE THEY ARE! Brb we are cooking a new set and now they are popping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back. AWESOME DUDE!Who ever knew there were such things. AND IT IS AWESOME. People, you should try this, I mean totally. OMG when popped finish ALOT SIA. BRB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah another new set coming up. Now experimenting with honey. sugar, salt and buttter. MAUHAAHHAHAH! HAHA! HA! Ok brb. Need go help out or else I will no see no popcorns. Back. Still waiting for them to pop. Ok they just totally popped! AWESOME! Maybe next time we can sell some at charity fair or something something. It is VERY VERY WORTH to sell it as a packet of kernels only for about at most $2.50 but about 20 kernels will already fill a packet and in a packet of kernels got like over 100 and huilin just spilled milo all over her skirt. Wow. Okay, now here is the result of our experiment concoction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386405813343204562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SsBbjIBrtNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/OfPtB19PdME/s320/Picture0037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.. They are kinda .. burnt. But who cares. They still taste good,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343623104150266981-2465005971088594349?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/2465005971088594349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/09/omgomgomg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/2465005971088594349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/2465005971088594349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/09/omgomgomg.html' title='OMGOMGOMG'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SsBbjIBrtNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/OfPtB19PdME/s72-c/Picture0037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343623104150266981.post-6896214310408844196</id><published>2009-09-26T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T07:55:54.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackfruit!!</title><content type='html'>LOL LOL LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now me, my father and my mum were eating nice, sweet jackfruits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we wanted to throw the seeds into my father's plant pots to either grow or become fertiliser. So we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My seed bounced off the pot and fell onto the ground.&lt;br /&gt;My father laughed.&lt;br /&gt;Well, his seed bounced off the pot and fell off the balcony, which means it flew downstairs. THAT was satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And YET my mum actually threw accurately in! Imagine that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's pretty lame but that's the only amusing thing that happended today. And oh yeah, I also went to popular and bought some pens for PSLE. I also bought an umbrella and some puffs with MY money - $100 I got from my father. A - $10. A* - $50.&lt;br /&gt;And there you go. Good Money :D. But I gave $10 to my bro and $10 to my mum and so you get the whole story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now. So sian. But still thinking how I can spent the rest of my $$$. And I have nth to say now so .... so long people dudes and dudess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343623104150266981-6896214310408844196?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/6896214310408844196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/09/jackfruit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/6896214310408844196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/6896214310408844196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/09/jackfruit.html' title='Jackfruit!!'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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-1343623104150266981.post-2555832492799531750</id><published>2009-09-18T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T06:02:44.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to do (2)</title><content type='html'>Hi there people, there's a good news and a bad news. Actually  make that 2 bad news. Firstly, the good news - PSLE LC is OVER! IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD! Just kidding. Ok, so one down, left the last 4, depressing, super terrifying, PSLE Paper. Yeah. So let's go to the first BAD news - the wireless mouse SPOILT. It actually DID after we only bought it for almost 2 WEEKS. So now I'm TOTALLY reduced to this touchy touchy thingy stuff which is TOTALLY annoying and fustrating. ok, Second Bad news - Lots Of Homework! It is actually quite a few but i just feel so sian everytime I look at them so that's why I had DECIDED TO ...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................DO ONE TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that's pretty lame but I can't help that I had deteriorated { AHA! I CAN SPELL THIS! YET I CAN"T DURING EXAMS! HOW INFURIATING! } into this low standard of being a human, because of - gasp- YOU-KNOW-WHAT. Oh yeah, and today when I came home, it was drizzling so it was pretty cooling. Then I went into the room and suddenly, it turned COLDER by a little and it was AWESOME so I asked my mum to experience it and what do you know - THE AIRCON'S ON - FROM MORN TILL 4.40 P.M !! And it had that little water droplets hanging solemnly on the air-con thingy and some actually dripped down to my bro's pillow. good thing it was his almost-not-so-important-pillow or he will go mad. He didn't really realised it so I guess I will just now secretly pull out the pillow case and soak it in water for my mum to wash so he wouldn't know anything. Please contribute to this AWESOME, INGENIUS, DOUBLE AWESOME AGAIN plan of mine. Plan A Starts now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back. The pillow's probably dried up so too bad Plan A didn't work out. okay... now it's 9 p.m. so now I'm going to do my homework. Or maybe not. Yeah.. I want to watch the Zac and Cody show I recorded yesterday. Ok. So long people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343623104150266981-2555832492799531750?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/2555832492799531750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/09/nothing-to-do-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/2555832492799531750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/2555832492799531750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/09/nothing-to-do-2.html' title='Nothing to do (2)'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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-1343623104150266981.post-4062440122490804957</id><published>2009-09-15T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T02:39:27.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>I finally drew the violin woman. Here it is anyway :&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/Sq9geUjh1BI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZSsaXJw9IOo/s1600-h/Picture0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/Sq9geUjh1BI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZSsaXJw9IOo/s320/Picture0021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381626153761100818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, people. Go find food. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343623104150266981-4062440122490804957?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/4062440122490804957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/4062440122490804957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/4062440122490804957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/Sq9geUjh1BI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZSsaXJw9IOo/s72-c/Picture0021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343623104150266981.post-8750498783208607622</id><published>2009-09-14T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:46:02.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Not talking about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to talk about yesterday :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My tooth dropped { I threw it in the dustbin but I can dig it up if you want to see }&lt;br /&gt;- I memorised the Chi Thingy&lt;br /&gt;- Bro bought Tic Tac sweet which I set as a Wallpaper - Sweets Galore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't draw any pics today... need to get into that ' feel' first by listening to innocence. Planning to draw a person playing the violin to give to my violin-playing cousin. Don't know why. Maybe she's my favourite smaller-than-me cousin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe after PSLE I writing another novel about the Life of Valerie or Neo. Maybe a touching novel so I can make you people cry. Muahahaha. All maybe everyone dies or something, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's pretty much all.. need to ask my father test me maths.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so sian now. OH YEAH. Got one question for you people :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I had eaten my lunch OR&lt;br /&gt; I ate my lunch already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both can be used right? My father only said the first one then can use but he don't know the reason, weird guy. Please vote at cbox there! I'll appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wait, I still got something to ask you people. What should I get for my father's or bro's birthday? My father's one's first so let's discuss :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 5 Guava drink? { He likes guava }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Don't know what else he needs anyway, he's like me- keeps a lot of junks. So... please suggest! Thanks thanks people or dudes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok for that, I'm going to dig out that tooth. Ok. Sorry people, no see no tooth. but I found two can-be-used boxes. Here they are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/Sq83uRpTLDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/8bGNYGMNQMI/s1600-h/Picture0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/Sq83uRpTLDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/8bGNYGMNQMI/s320/Picture0020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381581347881167922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the tic tac that apparently my bro alreasy finished it.&lt;br /&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/Sq83t9wtA_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/igyKNMbzAzE/s1600-h/Picture0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/Sq83t9wtA_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/igyKNMbzAzE/s320/Picture0017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381581342543512562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343623104150266981-8750498783208607622?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/8750498783208607622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/8750498783208607622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/8750498783208607622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/Sq83uRpTLDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/8bGNYGMNQMI/s72-c/Picture0020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343623104150266981.post-4129935056002291052</id><published>2009-09-13T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T05:42:14.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Big Thing { Whole thing with Chapt 4 and Ending }</title><content type='html'>This Big Thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special Thanks to Emily Wu and Chen Huilin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prolonge&lt;br /&gt;I am Hyperactive. What’s so wrong about that? Why am I born with it? Grandma says that I inherited it from Grandpa, who passed away few years ago, and Grandma could never be more depressed. Well, then Grandpa must have had a hard life then, just like me. Does being hyperactive equals to being ignored? Because that’s how I’m feeling right now, every second of my life, everyone ignores my opinions, well maybe until this big thing happened. Its about time because I had been ignored for the past 12 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I admit I do weird things like nailing shoes on the wall. I mean, maybe they COULD come alive and walk horizontal, which IS a shoe’s dream, right? People ask me to think twice and I already did. Besides, I didn’t harm anyone at all, ok maybe accidents which don’t really count, but anyway they labeled me as DANGEROUS. I’m just thinking out of the box. Way out. Anyway sometimes I just could not control, its just a natural reaction, like when I feel annoyed, I roll into a ball to look like a rock so people will not disturb me, which is totally reasonable. It’s not like dancing around with bananas around my hips. But now, after 12 years, some things are under my control. Anyway so here’s ‘ this big thing ’ I had once mentioned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Forn&lt;br /&gt;I rolled out of bed and dropped onto the blanket I lay beside it. I stood up and did it again. I love that feeling – as if I was dropping through clouds and clouds, &lt;br /&gt;With nothing much to worry about except for what I was going to do when there were no more clouds. Suddenly the door whammed open. It was Dad. “ Leo, what on earth are you doing?” He demanded. I hate it when people ask me what I was doing even after ruining my fun. I curled up into a ball. Dad groaned and commanded “ I don’t care how you feel and I want you downstairs eating breakfast in ten minutes!” I knew he was steaming. He always was. I growled. “ Make it five!” He yelled as he slammed the door. The cutlery hanging down clanged against each other. I like that sound and knew I would be hearing it every morning. I dressed myself and waited until it was five minutes and one second before going down, to see if Dad was timing me. I stood at the bottom of the stairs, staring at Dad and Grandma, eating at the Dining table. Apparently, Dad was staring at the clock. Big trouble, I thought. Just as Dad opened his mouth, Grandma cut in “ Shut up and eat your food, son. If you starve to death, who’s gonna pay for my coffin? ” Ever since Grandpa died, the only words that came out of Grandma’s mouth were regarding death. Dad breathed out like a dragon. I knew that it was safe, and joined them for breakfast. After he had finished, Dad took his suitcase and went for work. He was finally gone. I don’t really know what his job is and that’s because he wouldn’t tell me. I slurped my breakfast down and skipped up to my room where I really belonged. I opened and looked out the window. I love the Sun. Its just like a really bright UFO coming someday to abduct you, which was why now I’m creating my own alien language to make it easier to communicate. &lt;br /&gt;A few “ Eh - Yo” irritating alarm spoilt my thought. Straight away I recognized that it was a police siren. I’m a good friend with Sarge because of my knowledge and I often visit him with Haley and there are a dozen kinds of these alarms there, which makes me kind of erm, ball. My head swung to that direction. I’m very sensitive to sounds, which is why my room is sound proof, so that nobody disturbs me while I sleep, and when I yell, there would be echoes. Pretty cool. Anyway, the noise came from our new neighbour ‘s, who had moved in several weeks ago, Mr Forn, compartment. I could tell that he was yelling his head off because his mouth was as big as my knee. I ran down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Grandma, can I go check out what’s happening at Forn’s ? ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Yeah, yeah, scram. Just make sure that if he goes to jail, make sure he reserves a place for your dad, or you, ” she croaked and blew a puff on her cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Dad’s going to jail? ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Not yet, but someday, ” she commented. “ Now get out of here and go burn off some of your hyper energy. ” She whacked me with her stick. Grandma can be harsh, very harsh, but she’s good people. I dodged professional and scooted out of the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Calm down sir, and describe to us the crime as detailed as you can. ” One of the police instructed, biting his pen tip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ What’s going on? ” I asked curiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Oh you again. It’s the fifth time this week you came to visit me. What do you want? ” Mr Forn yelled as his bloodshot eyes bulged. The policemen stared at him. Mr Forn sighed.“ Look, I don’t have time now. Now run along. ” He swatted his hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Mr Forn here had his door locked picked but all whoever who did it was to kill his dog and place the Mayor’s Jewelry on his table. ” The police officer explained, reading his findings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ The mayor’s … ? Never mind. Can I join the investigation too? ” I asked eagerly, so maybe next time I can become a detective, or maybe some kind of police chief. Either one is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ What? How can you? You are under medi… ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ I suppose he can, not many youngsters now a days have this learning attitude. Besides, there’s no harm letting him. ” Sarge interrupted Mr Forn’s explanation and smiled at me. I gave him my cutest beam, it always works. Maybe not always but you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went in, and Mr Forn started on his story.&lt;br /&gt;“ As an early bird, I rose at 8 a.m. and starting eating my breakfast. Fred was as usual as he was – slopping at his basket. After breakfast, I realised that it was particularly warm this morning, and so I went up to take a bath. Little did I know, ” He shook his head. “ When … when I came out, he’s dead! ” I glared at the lifeless body of the ferocious bulldog which bite was worst then its bark, in a puddle of blood. There was a knife beside it. The sight was kind of pleasing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “And look at this! The mayor’s jewelry was right on my coffee table! Right there! I don’t know but anyone who did this obviously wanted to frame me. ” Mr Forn exclaimed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarge nodded as he scribbled over his notepad. “ Did you see any suspicious character when you went out to take your newspaper? And … won’t your dog bark while its getting stabbed? Do you have any arguments with anyone recently? ” Sarge questioned him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Well, I did kind of see some shadows lurking behind the bush. And my bathroom is sound proof, so I couldn’t hear a thing! Well, I had kind of a fight with my brother recently, about my father’s inheritance, on the phone although. But now he suddenly graciously let me have the whole share! ” Mr Forn blabbered on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ This is pretty easy, all the clues leads to your brother, which makes him the culprit. First, he wanted to frame you on stealing the mayor’s jewelry so he suddenly let you have the inheritance as he knew that you would go to jail and probably get hanged, so he need not argued for it. ” Sarge deducted the reason as he chuckled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ I can’t believe my brother would do this! Well, I had never seen him since I was 5 until now, and he’s probably grown all greedy. ” Mr Forn sighed in disbelief. He looked fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sarge wore on some gloves and shoved the jewellary into a small plastic bag, and did it with the knife too. “ Did you touch them? We will be checking them for fingerprints.” Mr Forn shook his head. “ Good. Now, just wait for our news. ” Sarge patted him on the shoulder as they headed back to the police station. I had my doubts. I asked if I could use his bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ But your darn house is only 5 miles away! ” He reasoned. “ Urgent… ” I pretended and he finally, but reluctantly, gave in. I shot up the stairs and slammed the toilet door. “ You are going to pay for that if I find a crack on that thing! ” I heard him hollered but it didn’t really bothered me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my business and decided to test out this place. “ Hello? ” ‘ Hello? ’ There was an echo ringing. Mr Forn wasn’t lying, I thought. Then, I saw a brioche in the mirror cabinet. ‘ To Australia: Tasmania ’ A brioche in the toilet? Suspicious. Something was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sped home.&lt;br /&gt;The Glove&lt;br /&gt;“ He’s lying. ” I deduced from my memory. In case you don’t know, it’s photographic. “ Anyway I got some evidence but I don’t think it’s sufficient. ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ So, I came here just to hear this? ” Haley asked impatiently. “ It’s important, its regarding Kasie’s death. ” I reasoned. Haley gasped. She grabbed my shirt. &lt;br /&gt;“ Kasie who? ” She hissed. Then, she got a worried look. “ Kasie C-L-A-S-S. ” I spelt it out to her so I had more time to live in case she was intending to kill me. She let go of my shirt. I almost fell. “ That’s not true. You blinked. ” She shook her head. “ I had to blink, to clear the dust in my eyes. ” I flickered my eyelids in her face. “ You are Haley Aces, am I lying now? ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled out a newspaper from Haley’s bike basket. She had a part-time job delivering them. I waved the front page in front of her. She snatched it. “ Mayor’s Daughter Murdered. Pg 14. ” I noted her. She vigorously push the pages, and her eyes scanned through the article. She covered her face as she started weeping. I don’t get why they cover their faces when they cry when everyone know what’s happening. Besides, our neighbourhood is practically isolated. She’s nuts. I patted her on the back, that’s how she handles me when I rolled into a ball. She wailed. I should have known. Kasie was Haley’&lt;br /&gt;s best friend and they had been for 6 years. “ She would know it sooner or later anyway. ” I consoled myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hugged me and continued to weep. Seriously, she’s staining my shirt. I looked at my watch; it was still quite early. I couldn’t just push her away so I just stayed still. After about half an hour later, my shirt completely drenched, Haley stopped crying and decided to bring the murderer to justice. And so we went to our nearby burger restaurant – BURGER BITES.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled out the lettuce and sliced the bread into pieces. Then, I wrapped the sliced bun with the lettuce and gobbled it down. Normally, Haley would follow me although she’s not hyper, just a bit weird, but today she just sat there staring at her burger like a zombie. Then, I chomped down the meat and slurped down my coke. She was still in the same position. I burped in her face. She grabbed me by the shirt again and let me go. She sighed. Heavily. “ I don’t know, but… but I had been with Kasie for 6 years. 6 years! I don’t know how to cope with this sudden catastrophe, Leo, I don’t. ” She burst out. Tears trickled down her cheeks. I so do not want the 30 minutes thing again. I pulled her out of the chair, ran up the hill and down. Haley pushed my hands off hers. “ What on earth are you think you are doing? ” She panted heavily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Well, at least you’re not crying now. ” I let out a thin whistle of air. “ Now, we need to focus on finding the murderer, Kasie would rather we do that. ” I looked up in the sky, sending an alien signal that says ‘ Right? ’ Haley smiled faintly.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“ Let’s go. ” She demanded and dragged me to the Mayor’s Mansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Can we go and take a look at Kasie’ s room? ” I asked and pretended to be remorseful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Sure. ” Mrs Class managed to choke up. I realised that the Mayor was not in the living room with her, unlike last time when they both used to keep a lookout for Kasie. Probably sorting out financial problems, I deduced from what I read from the newspaper a few days ago – ‘ Sales Going Down Tremendously After A Drought That Hit UK’&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a look at the room. It was my first time here as it isn’t appropriate for me to hang out with them, so I’m pretty sure this was my last time here. The room was huge, with a unique design, and probably cost a bomb. Haley was in a daze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ I remembered the time when we first met, me and Kasie became instant friends but the mayor wouldn’t let her stay over at mine, so I had to at hers. This place – I had been seeing for 6 years, I know every nook and cranny here. I can even walk comfortably blindfolded. We really had a lot of fun. ” Haley recounted depressingly as she strolled the room. I took out a notebook, in case I may forget anyway, so as Kasie’s best friend, Haley might give me some clues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ I remembered the time when we kept best friend diaries and stuffs, we even had our very own memories safe box. It only opens if it scans either Kasie’s or mine thumbprint. Pretty high tech huh? ” She chuckled as she continued. “ So … do you have any other clues? ” I asked, not wanting to miss out any special points. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haley thought for awhile. Her eyes widened. “ Yeah! I remembered when I was walking home from Kasie’s late at night, I saw a person in black climbing near the window. At first I thought its just a regular thief, and would be caught by security later on, I really didn’t expect this. It’s all my fault! ” she realised and started feeling guilty. There’s really something wrong with that woman. “ Any description of the person in black? ” I interviewed Haley. “ Well, I am quite sure he had lost one glove. It was white so it was pretty obvious. ” she reported. That was an important clue. I can’t believe she only remembered it now! Horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was getting pretty late, so we headed home after that. It was a busy day, but I still cracked my brains when I went home. I just had to solve this. I don’t know why though. I lay like a starfish on my comforter. It always helped me think better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the first hope was to find the missing glove of the culprit which I don’t expect to - as being a scheming murderer { Let’s just name this guy SM}, SM would not leave a glove in the room for us to find , to check for fingerprints and identify him. And even if the security are coming, taking an extra gloves would only take a few seconds, which does not lets SM get caught. So the only reason SM did not take the gloves because he couldn’t as Kasie had hid it before she passed away. But if we find the gloves easily, it might not be SM’s as SM wanted to frame someone. Moreover, SM could had deliberately let Haley spot SM and be a witness about the missing glove so as to, like I had said, frame someone else.&lt;br /&gt;The point is, we need to find the gloves first and figure the rest out later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door slammed open. It was grandma. Does anyone in this family respect privacy? “ Watcha thinkin’, about how I die? ” She poked me with her walking stick. I knew she was joking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ No. I was thinking about Kasie’s death. ”&lt;br /&gt;“ You mean the gal you always find? I guess the good die young and I’m yearning to be good. ”&lt;br /&gt;“ No. That’s Haley, and you don’t expect her to be dead for a 50 more years. She’s healthier than rabbits. Kasie’s her best friend. ”&lt;br /&gt;“ Oh, you mean the Mayor’s daughter, Kasie? Sad for the Mayor – first, he ran into financial problems and now, his daughters dead. But I bet your dad wouldn’t mind at all if he was the Mayor. So until you get that girl to be your permanent friend, I’m watching you. ” She coughed ferociously, then walked out of my bedroom. She always wanted Haley to become my ‘ permanent friend and her explanation was “ If I had a few friends in life, I would have done things right, like bringing your dad up. Now look at him – he’s NOT right. ” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I did what I liked to do this morning again – flopping onto the blanket from the bed but this time, Dad didn’t came in, slamming the door again. It was pretty weird, because he was always super cranky in the morning, thanks to Mr Forn’s beast which always wakes him up before the alarm rang and not only that, he had work later on in the afternoon which makes him feel really frustrated because of his bossy boss. I went downstairs, he was actually whistling. Grandma and me were pretty freaked out, and did not say anything until he was off to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Wow. Did he strike lottery? ”&lt;br /&gt;“ I don’t think so. Maybe it’s because Mr Forn’s dog died. ” I suggested, recalling yesterday’s happening.&lt;br /&gt;“ So, must someone or something must die before he’s glad? Imagine him after my death! ”&lt;br /&gt;“ Stop it grandma. You’re not going to die. So stop fooling me. ”&lt;br /&gt;Grandma did a shrug and hobbled to her bedroom. Me too. Just then, the phone shrilled. I whipped it up. “ Hello. Leo Crimson here. ” Like a person at the counter. It was Haley and she wanted me to carry on the investigation. I hesitated. Of course I wanted to, but… “ I swear I won’t cry. ” That convinced me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the mansion again, we really needed to find the glove. Sarge was there too. I told Sarge about the glove. He instructed his team to be on a lookout for it. Haley dreamily went to her and Kasie’s secret safe. She unlocked the safe and her eyes opened as wide as my mouth. “ The glove… it’s here! ” She yelled. Sarge went to put it in a plastic bag. He kind of looked casual, like he had expected this to happen. “ I’ll check it for fingerprints and then we can determine who the murderer is. Okay team, let’s wrap this up. ” He decided. I looked at Sarge. He really looked like the Mayor when I came to think of it. They might be clones actually. “ Let’s go, Leo. ” Haley shook me. I snapped out of it and nodded. I have a feeling that this case wasn’t as easy to solve as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who?&lt;br /&gt;“ So who do you think was the murderer? ” Haley asked, curious of my mind as we walked home from the Mayor’s Mansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ There are main three suspects, ” I announced professionally, analysing my scribbles on my notepad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Wait, let me guess – Mr Forn and … your dad? ”&lt;br /&gt;I nodded. “ Who’s the last one? ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Sarge. ” I answered softly, uncertain if I had maligned the wrong person. Haley went mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Sarge? SARGE? How could you! I guarantee you that it will NEVER be Sarge. Which part of your brain made you think that way? You need immediate brain operation! ” she yelled as she whacked my head with a bundle of newspaper she was suppose to deliver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Hey! I’m perfectly fine okay, it’s just that Sarge look quite different these days, like the mole on his chin, its gone! Moles don’t come and go as they want to right? And, and he looked ‘ fake’ when he saw the glove, like he was expecting for it to be found as he knew he had left it in the room because he was the murderer. ” I reasoned defensively. Haley thought about it. “ Maybe you’re right. ” she agreed reluctantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ What about your dad, aren’t you afraid he would go to jail or something? ” She asked with concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ It’s about time he do. But don’t tell him I said that, he’ll skin me alive. ” I whispered cautiously. “ But he’s the least suspicious – he won’t kill Kasie and accuse Mr Forn just because he hates his dog. ” I assured her, or rather, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“  What about Mr Forn? ” Haley thought aloud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ He’s the most suspected to be the murderer. He gave all the details that literally points to his  brother. But I still don’t really think it’s him. Why don’t we ask who his brother is, to make sure? ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ I don’t really think he would tell us. I mean, knowing how much he hates you. ” She suggested nervously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I knew, we were knocking on Mr Forn’ s door. I got this method that works on her every time called ‘bribery’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ I should have known, you little rat with brains. I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN I still owed you $2. ” She spat as my knuckles hit the wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Oh, you should have. Now let’s just do this and we can get going. ” I retorted. No one answered the door for about a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Okay, what luck! Mr Forn isn’t at home, so lets move on. ” She urged. I knew she was afraid of Mr Forn. But at the most we just get chased out with a broom. I was prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the door burst open. Mr Forn was standing there. “ What. Do. You. Want?!? ” He asked sternly through gritted teeth. Haley gulped. But I was as cool as a frozen chicken in North Pole. “ Can we know who your brother is? ” I asked politely, in case I trigger his anger nerve although I know he was naturally annoyed and raged. He slammed the door and our face,&lt;br /&gt;Haley tugged on my shirtsleeve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Let’s go, that guy’s mentally disabled. ” She remarked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ But I just had to have the answers. They’ re important for this investigation, If not Kasie’s case will not be brought to justice. ” I insisted and starting banging on the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Stop it! You’re disturbing the whole neighbourhood!” Haley whisper- scolded. I felt guilty, but I didn’t care and continued thumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haley grabbed hold of my collar. “ Leo Crimson. Stop. It. NOW. ” There was a note finality in her voice. I paused. The door smacked open again. “ My brother is Patrick Forn. I don’t know where or what his name is now, though. Now get the heck out of here! ” Mr Forn screeched hysterically as he whipped the door close. His actions were so swift that Haley was still holding my collar. Then she let go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Sorry, Haley. ” I murmured as we strolled to the ICA. She glared at me. “ You’re simply stubborn. ” &lt;br /&gt; “ I know, I know. ” I mumbled as she started lecturing me about my stubbornness. She had done this so many times that I can recite it backwards.&lt;br /&gt; “ If you were not stubborn, you would not be labeled as an hyperactive, and would not have so much trouble. Can’t you not be so persevering sometimes? ” She would say. But I can’t help it, maybe that’s a symptom of being hyperactive. I gave her the ‘ I’m so guilty so stop nagging already’ look. She sighed and shook her head. “ Lets go. ” she snatched my hand and ran as a rival of an Olympian runner to the counter of the ICA. My leg was barely touching the ground, flickering like a flag attached to a dashing pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were lucky, as when we reached the booth, there were hardly any people there, so it didn’t take long to get assistance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“  We want the list of – ” Haley started demanding. I knew she was too straightforward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Erm, Our mother had just passed away. She told us our uncle’s name before she died and asked us to look for him. Since that was his name years ago, can we check that if he had changed it? ” I cut in and cooked up a story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The counter people nodded and smile. “ May I know what’s your uncle’s name? ” she asked politely. &lt;br /&gt;“ Patrick Forn. ” Haley snapped.&lt;br /&gt;I nudged her. Her attitude might really expose our identities, really. She got the message and forced a smile. &lt;br /&gt;The counter person keyed in the name and clicked the mouse a few times. “ Oh my god. Your uncle’s the mayor! ” She gasped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ You’re kidding, right? ” Haley remarked sternly. &lt;br /&gt;“ She meant that … this is a news too good to be true! We better get going, thanks for the trouble. ” I tried to cover Haley’s mistake and dragged her out of the place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ I can’t believe it! Mr Class is Mr Forn’s brother? That’s impossible! ” Haley started blabbering. “ Why would Mr Class frame Mr Forn for stealing the jewelry when he was already rich enough to afford three of my apartments? It just doesn’t make sense! ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Come on, Haley. Maybe its just a coincidence – a mere coincidence that Mr Class happened to be Mr Forn’s brother. Let’s go find Sarge and ask him about the fingerprints on the gloves. ” I assured her although I wasn’t so sure about it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were about to go into the mansion to find Sarge when I found myself pulling Haley to the back of a tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Don’t tell anything about Mr Forn’s brother and the &lt;br /&gt;Mayor to Sarge. ” I advised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Why? ” She looked startled.&lt;br /&gt;“ I told you – Sarge isn’t so trustworthy now. ” I whisper- remindered her. “ Just don’t. ” I commanded before she could reason me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our permission and went into the room again. Sarge and his team were also there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ So … are there any fingerprints on the glove and the jewelry at Mr Forn’s house? ” I asked curiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Nope, ” Sarge bit his lip. “ None at all – that murderer’s pretty smart. ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ If he would dared to kill Kasie, he ought to be smart. Or else his days are numbered. ” Haley agreed, with a grudge against the murderer, whoever it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ So … found out any clues? ” I asked again, making sure that I didn’t miss out any single detail to help me solve this case. Sarge shook his head. I expected that, because like I had said before, the murderer should be a genius. Sarge left not long after, and so we decided to search the room alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Maybe there are some clues in the … the diaries you and Kasie share? ” Reading about what Haley had said on our previous visit here that I had jotted down in my notebook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Good point. ” She commented and dug out the diary. It was blue and purple with stickers all over it. It had a lock. Then, Haley took out a key from her wallet and unlocked the diary. She flipped through the pages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ It seems that Kasie wrote one last entry probably after I left her house and before she was, ” she swallowed a lump. “ you know. ”&lt;br /&gt;“ Can I… read it? ” I asked, although I expect her to say ‘ no’. She nodded. &lt;br /&gt;I took the dairy and here’s what’s written in it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Haley,&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had a lot of fun with you. Its really nice to have you as my best friend. I really cherished the times we have together. Remember the time when we went fishing and you got pulled into the river because your line got stuck under a rock? That was hilarious because I started laughing at you and you pulled me into the river too. Yeah.. just want you to know that. Also, you should find some other friends, me and Leo is not enough. Erm, that is all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;Kasie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, I knew who was the murderer. I don’t know if I should tell Haley, because it was obvious that she would freak out and start to go mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ It was totally an obvious ‘good bye and thank you’ letter. ” I commented. She took the book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Don’t read it, ” I slammed the book close in her face. “ You will cry. ” I reasoned. Haley took a deep breath and sighed. “ I… I think I know who killed Kasie. ” I blurted out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, I heard something moved at the doorway. I ran outside the room, only to see the back of the person probably eavesdropping on us turning at a bend. I didn’t bother to chase whoever it was because now that I know who’s the murderer, I’ve got a more vital job to do – find more evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ What happened? And who’s the murderer? ” Haley urged to know the answers. Should I tell her? Maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Nothing, just a rat. Then again, I was just suspicious of someone, that’s all. ” I lied, twice in a row. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, Haley would suffocate or hold me down to get the answers. But this time, she probably read the diary when I was away so she got all teary and didn’t bother to threaten me. I knew what was going to happen so I excused myself to go home, to think about this case again. Haley agreed and I escaped home the moment I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay on my bed the way I liked again and thought about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM is related to Kasie because she knew that SM was going to kill her. The first hint was Kasie pointing her finger at the balcony when she died. If she had the time to point, she would have the time to struggle and maybe defend herself against SM. So she knew that if she died, it would be of good to SM so she didn’t bother to struggle, but she still want this murder case to be brought to justice. Anyway I think she might be pointing to the secret safe before she died and SM realised that but he can’t open the safe so he moved her hand so it made it point to the balcony. The second hint was the goodbye note. Why did Kasie write a goodbye note before her death? Because she knew that she was going to die! So it was pretty obvious who the murderer now was. There are plenty of other evidence too. You see, -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Thinking again? ” Grandma barged into my room again and sat on my bed. “ I’m going to die today and I know it, ” she announced, taking a puff of her cigarette. I didn’t say anything. What can you say to a person who think she’s going to die today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ So, why are you home so early? Shouldn’t you be cracking the case for that girl? ” she laughed out loud. I really don’t get grandmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ She was going to cry so I escaped. ” I replied proudly, thinking that I was quick at mind, if not I would had been with Haley for another crying session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ What! You left her alone at her point of depression? What kind of friend are you? ” Grandma nagged. I was starting to feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ If you don’t bring home that lady today, don’t you DARE step in this house! ” She hollered at the top of her lungs, launching whacks of her stick at me. “ MOVE IT, KID! ” She warned with her bulging eyes and chased me out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my watch. It was one hour to noon. It was still very early, so I decided to find some evidence before I report to the police station or rather, Haley. So first, I need to find Sarge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ I left my notebook in there. Can I go retrieve it? ” I asked the security politely. He nodded and let me in.&lt;br /&gt;That was easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, fortunately, Mrs and Mr Class weren’t at the living room, shooting questions. So, I explored the mansion, instead of heading directly to Kasie’s bedroom, dodging all the maids and servants. I was thinking which place would a kidnapped person be hidden. Well, hopefully kidnapped and not killed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janitors’ room? Guests’ room? No. Somewhere where the maids and servants are not allowed in. I thought of movie shows. … The Private Library! Yes! They usually have secret passageway, like a head of a demon statue or something. But where is the library?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Mrs Class walked out of a room and headed to the opposite of where I was. That was close. The private library obviously must be connected to the master bedroom. And the master bedroom’s door was slightly opened. What else could I do? After peeping through the slid to ensure that Mr Class or any maids were not there, I sneaked in. IT WAS HUMONGOUS!!!!!!!!!!!! Triple Kasie’s room! It really made the Toys ‘R’ us stall looked minute. There was also a cabinet filled with antiques. Make it three cabinets. Then, there were some muffled voices. I knew I had made the right move. I headed the direction where the sound came from. I ended up in a private library. I knew it! Television was not so useless after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a fireplace at a corner, the fire flickering ever so desperately, accompanied by a few candles depressingly showing off their light. I looked up. Thousand of books were stacked in bookcases about 600 miles up. A fireplace in a library was quite an odd thing – once a book is on fire, there will be yet another catastrophe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must be some secret passage. I knocked on the dusty wall near the fireplace. There was a hollow sound. Fake wall. I knocked harder. The muffled voice inside became louder. Whoever inside had heard me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around for clues to revealing this ever so secret place. The fireplace was surrounded by polished willow wood. Then, on top of it were two statues of infant angels holding harps. Suspicious. I pushed all the parts of the statues. Nothing. I sighed. Was I supposed to break through the wall? I caught a glimpse of some crumpled paper on the floor. I took some and flicked it into the flames. There was a creaking sound. The wall tilted a bit. My eyes widened. I knew what was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed any nearby books and starting ripping off pages and flinging them into the flames. As it engulfs the crinkled paper hungrily, I watched in awe as the wall around fireplace with it turned 45 degrees. As soon I was able to slit in to the room behind the library, I shot through it. The muffled voices were raging now. But the secret room was in total darkness, except for the dim light from the candles in the private library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Hello? Anyone here? ” I asked as I feel around the room for a light switch. There was a little creaking sound of wood and then, the lights went on, but I was not the one who switched it on. All was clear to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Hello, Leo. I was expecting you. ” There was an snickering voice from behind.&lt;br /&gt; The Truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spun around. Just who I guessed it was – Sarge. “ I knew it!” I pointed at him and spat with vengeance. &lt;br /&gt;I turned to look at the kidnapped person. Sarge and Haley. Why was she kidnapped too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ But why kill your daughter? ” I yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ I didn’t have a choice. The business’ going down and I have to get the jewelry. ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Then get your darn holy jewels! Why murder Kasie!? ” I found myself hollering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ The jewelry’s in her room. I thought I could sneak them out but she knew me too well, and tried to call for the guards. I had to silence her. ” He sighed depressingly, eyes filled with regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ And you just killed Kasie like that? That’s ridiculous! ” Haley yelled after she managed to cough up the rag in her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ So you pretended to be Sarge, making sure that the case would be unsolved – like lying that there were no thumbprints on the gloves. ” I deduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Right. Clever boy. ” He nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I realised we were having a conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ So why kidnapped Haley? Are you going to silence us too?! ” I hollered abruptly at him. &lt;br /&gt;“ Nope. I’m just luring your father. ” He assured me with a smile. How can this really kind and protective of his daughter be a murderer – of his own daughter? Sometimes I wonder if this was really reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Why would you want my father? Wait, is he your evil companion? ” I asked in disbelief. I mean, you never know what you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave a deep laugh. “ No, no. He’s the Police Chief. I’m just going to ask him for a plane to escape to other countries. ” He winked at me. Then, he took a rope, tied me up, applied some of Mrs Class’ rouge and used a scissors to cut pieces of cloth from my dressing to make it looked as if I had been tortured cruelly. I didn’t struggle at all. I was not sure of his motive but it seems that it won’t do any harm to me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ What on earth are you doing to Leo? Leo, smack that treacherous weirdo! ” Haley was screaming her head off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Oh just be quiet. ” The Mayor took another rag and jammed it into her mouth. Everything looked like it was a scene in a movie. Then, Mr Class whipped out his phone and dialed my father. I was wondering if my Dad would even care. They had a conversation and then he passed the phone to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Hi dad. ” I chirped into the mouth hole. “ WHAT TROUBLE DID YOU GET INTO THIS TIME? ” I heard him hollered. Before I can reply, Mr Class took the phone away and started talking to dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haley was kicking and struggling. Sometimes I think she was the hyperactive one. After 15 solid minutes, dad came marching in, with a group of policemen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ What on earth is this all about? ” He yelled the moment he saw us. &lt;br /&gt;“ Where’s the plane I asked for? ” Mr Class asked sternly. His hand held a pocketknife and he was squatting beside me. Dad hesitated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Quick. Or I’ll kill him. ” Mr Class held his knife near my throat. Haley struggled more. “ Fine. And her too. ” He added reluctantly. Sometimes I never understand Haley. Dad took a step back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“  The plane’s outside. ” He admitted and pushed the curtain of a nearby window apart. It revealed a jet plane. “ Can I have those two back now? ” Dad urged. Sarge gagged. “ And Sarge. ” he added promptly. Those people are hopeless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Not yet. First, I give you Sarge, then, at the plane before I set off – Haley. I will let Leo jump before at the countryside. ” Mr Class planned professionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ JUMP? ” Dad hollered in disbelief. “ With an parachute. ” Mr Class added loudly. Dad bit his lip. It wasn’t easy to trust a murderer but that’s the only way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Deal. ” He agreed hesitantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Class pushed Sarge to dad like playing chips on the table. Dad pushed Sarge to his fellows, not wanting to get distracted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Mr Class, Haley, and me went to the fields where the jet plane was first. Then, dad and his team were allowed to come. I didn’t say a word. I knew that somehow, just somehow, something unexpected to happen. Besides, what’s there to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haley was released and I was the only one held captive. We went inside the plane. Mr Class untied the rope. It made a red mark on my wrists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Wear your parachute quickly. Later, when I count down at 1, jump. ” He instructed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Are you going to crash this plane? ” I asked although I knew the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ No. Why would you thi – ” He chuckled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Why? ” I cut in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did a depressing sigh. “ I knew the moment Kasie died that I will live in regret all my life. So now I’m doing the last good deed to at least replenish part of my sin although I would never be able to cover up for that mistake. You are smart. ” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ But how is crashing the plane a good deed? ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Let’s just hope your father learns something about how he feels when his son is at the verge of death. ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ How did you – ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ The Mayor know anything. ” He forced a faint smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ You were a great mayor. Just to let you know. And so what’s the brioche in Mr Forn’s toilet about? ” I asked as Mr Class started up the plane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ There was a brioche in his toilet? Weird fellow. Probably that’s why he got lost and could not be found for the past 36 years. ” He shook his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Then.. why of all people, frame Mr Forn? And killed his dog although that WAS a good deed. ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Oh. Yeah. I can hear its bark from 5 miles away. And… ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ You knew! ” I cut in, again. “ You knew that it would make Mr Forn an obvious suspect but then again the case wouldn’t be so easy and you knew I would be involved and eventually crack this case. You planned everything and now it’s happening your way! But if you knew, why kill Kasie, when you know the consequences? ” I rattled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Because, after calculating everything, I realised that our whole town will die in a bomb explosion. Don’t ask me why. So I sacrifice myself and Kasie to prevent this disaster.  I was prepared but Kasie was not. That’s why I need to face this, Leo. Get ready. 3.. ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ WHAT!?! WAIT.. WAIT…! ” I yelled, horrified, although I already wore a parachute as I stood near the door of the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ 2… ” He counted down. I was really in a state of panic. “ .. 1, Now! ” I took a last look at his face before I jumped. I tried to pull the trigger. HOLY GOD it was stuck! My heart jumped out of my mouth as I surged downwards in mid air, yet I knew I was not going to leave earth that easily. Suddenly, I thought about Haley. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyelids flickered as I gain conscious of my surroundings.  I sat up on the bed. I was in a hospital. &lt;br /&gt;Haley and Dad rushed over. “ You’ re alright! ” &lt;br /&gt;She squealed and hugged me. Dad’s face revealed a little smile. Can he ever do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ What.. happened after I jumped? ” I asked, wanting to know what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ You smacked into the sea, and you got into coma. ”&lt;br /&gt;Haley blurted out. Dad’s face immediately changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Why didn’t you pull the darn trigger? You almost died if it hasn’t for that sea! ” Dad lectured fiercely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ It was stuck! ” I reasoned. Dad shook his head and went out of the room. Some things never change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ How.. how long have I been in coma? ” I asked Haley after the grouchy guy left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Only 3 days. Docter said you were lucky. ” she explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ What.. happened to Mr Class? ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Him? He died on the spot of course, ” She spat. “ He deserves that anyway. ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ You don’t understand Haley, ” I blurted out. “ He plotted this – Kasie’s death, the glove, me finding out the truth, the plane crash, me living on – everything! Because he calculated that if this don’t happen, the whole town will perish to a bomb! ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ How can you tell? ” She retorted. “ Maybe he was … ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I realised that the urge that I had to solve this whole case was because of Haley. To fight justice for her best friend. And when I’m bored she’s always there to try out wacky new stuffs. She don’t mind the fact that I’m not normal…&lt;br /&gt;20 Years Later...&lt;br /&gt;Am I a Mayor? Nope. Am I a Police Chief? Nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m BOTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ‘ this big thing ’ that happened 20 years ago, Haley and I had been solving cases with dad ever since. Although dad is still cranky and grouchy, I think that incident really got him thinking. Everyday we had new cases and I became an investigator 10 years ago. But I did learn how to fight, and so all the hyper energy in me had made me a police too. So I was both. I solved a lot of cases fair and squarely. About 2 years ago, dad decided it was time to retire and let me take over. And so he went to Australia, Tasmania for a month for a vacation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I supposed the people in town liked me for my fair judging and the next thing I knew, - I was a Mayor. It was really hard, handling not only cases but also business economy and everything else. I guessed Mr Class influenced me with some of his fortune- telling skills as I could really guess a bit of the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking about Haley? She married a very awesome, handsome, cool, cute guy named Leo Crimson. Yeah, that’s me. We had a son and a daughter, Neo and  Valerie and they never stop quarrelling. It was cool, recounting all the old times to them before they sleep every night, bringing the past back to life although they leave A LOT of comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess heaven really hates grandma because she’s still alive, and she even found a companion. It was nice – finally seeing her get over with granddad, not that I hate him, but to see her cheerful face again, although she’s still very harsh, but my ‘ new granddad ’ was kind and nice. I guess the unlike poles attract. I wonder if dad would be like that too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Forn realised that how dull his world was 20 years ago after that incident and became a totally changed person – kind, helpful, naturally positive, which was kind of horrifying come to think of it. But anyway he got married to Mrs Class who finally forgot about Mr Class. They didn’t have any kids, they just focus on living peacefully together. Now and then he would drop by and thank me for disturbing him in the past. I guess we’re even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarge retired after that incident, said that he should try out in another not-so-dangerous job. He’s now in California, being quite a famous technician. Who knew he had such talents afterall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in short, we all lived on happily. Very happily for the rest of our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for Reading.&lt;br /&gt;May You Live A Happy Life Too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the last part is gross of chapter 4 but HUI LIN MADE ME DO IT. SHE"S THE ONE!!!!!! OK this is the end of the novel. :D Hope you like it. Leo's daughter name was sugested by Huilin but actually she thinks Britney Spears is better than she can go around saying 'womanizer, womanizer' which is so pathetic. HUILIN, WHY ARE YOU REDUCE TO THIS PATHETIC STATE?!??!? OK. Need to get ready for PSLE. Good Luck to me and you and everyone! 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Here is a almost photo album I made named &lt;br /&gt;                     " SOME THINGS ON THE TABLE "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Things On The Table. First, let me introduce you to the Robot I found on the table which apparently belongs to my bro. I took the sword a few weeks ago cos it looked quite cool but recently, it is labelled ' LOST AND NOT FOUND ' Please enjoy the view. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SqzWtgcp9_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/KrewwU6a9-0/s1600-h/Picture0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SqzWtgcp9_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/KrewwU6a9-0/s320/Picture0005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380911732093482994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next one is a minature of a Nike shoe that actually is a robot. It belongs to my cousin who is a robot freak. I can't transform it into a robot because I did the the last time and didn't know how to make it back so my brother was yelling his head off. So just enjoy the picture now. &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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SqzWtxAqnvI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HrJ13v236Lc/s1600-h/Picture0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SqzWtxAqnvI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HrJ13v236Lc/s320/Picture0006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380911736539487986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... the next one is a spectacle box with a spectacle in it which I found it beside this notebook. Probably been there for a century.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SqzWufownKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/yQlcoTjGDnE/s1600-h/Picture0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SqzWufownKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/yQlcoTjGDnE/s320/Picture0007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380911749055683746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I want to put on the specs but it seems dusty and older than my grandma, so there you go - me not putting on the specs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SqzWukmAwqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6zUDBZUtysc/s1600-h/Picture0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SqzWukmAwqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6zUDBZUtysc/s320/Picture0008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380911750386336418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last one is me saying goodbye but apparently my mum was calling me so I let the robot say goodbye instead. I know one of his shoulder blades broke off. Not my fault - some dumb guy left it in my room a month ago and in case you don't know, I stuffed it in a drawer which was already full. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SqzWvF_xJsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/T_84WdHSYsU/s1600-h/Picture0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SqzWvF_xJsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/T_84WdHSYsU/s320/Picture0010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380911759352735426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for viewing " SOME THINGS ON MY TABLE ". Have a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343623104150266981-8518541581521226434?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/8518541581521226434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/09/haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/8518541581521226434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/8518541581521226434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/09/haha.html' title='Haha'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SqzWtgcp9_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/KrewwU6a9-0/s72-c/Picture0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343623104150266981.post-8193414601750072592</id><published>2009-09-13T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T04:13:21.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to do</title><content type='html'>I still haven't memorised my chinese thingy. I'm sooo doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are my chinese teacher, I'm memoris - ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture I just drew. I realised that I can take a picture of it with this webcam install [ im using the notebook ] free and upload it here. Awesome isn't it? Don't need scanner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SqzSeS6vYuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6FpGKpt5IT0/s1600-h/Picture0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SqzSeS6vYuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6FpGKpt5IT0/s320/Picture0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380907072717021922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here's a photo of me and my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SqzSewmwPhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/aeVfYembiJA/s1600-h/Picture0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SqzSewmwPhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/aeVfYembiJA/s320/Picture0004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380907080686255634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She dont't know I posted up so ... &lt;em&gt;don't tell her!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343623104150266981-8193414601750072592?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/8193414601750072592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/09/nothing-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/8193414601750072592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/8193414601750072592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/09/nothing-to-do.html' title='Nothing to do'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SqzSeS6vYuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6FpGKpt5IT0/s72-c/Picture0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343623104150266981.post-2259234383326574646</id><published>2009-09-12T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:44:43.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edited Music Thingy</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-circle.swf" height="110" width="110" style="width:110px;height:110px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-circle.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=29420848&amp;path=2009/09/11&amp;mycolor=ffffff&amp;mycolor2=010203&amp;mycolor3=8ce0fa&amp;autoplay=true&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=0&amp;grad=false&amp;ow=110&amp;oh=110"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/29420848" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/get-tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Music"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/make-own.gif" title="Create A Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Playlist"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;Music Playlist&lt;/a&gt; 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Haley went mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Sarge? SARGE? How could you! I guarantee you that it will NEVER be Sarge. Which part of your brain made you think that way? You need immediate brain operation! ” she yelled as she whacked my head with a bundle of newspaper she was suppose to deliver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Hey! I’m perfectly fine okay, it’s just that Sarge look quite different these days, like the mole on his chin, its gone! Moles don’t come and go as they want to right? And, and he looked ‘ fake’ when he saw the glove, like he was expecting for it to be found as he knew he had left it in the room because he was the murderer. ” I reasoned defensively. Haley thought about it. “ Maybe you’re right. ” she agreed reluctantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ What about your dad, aren’t you afraid he would go to jail or something? ” She asked with concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ It’s about time he do. But don’t tell him I said that, he’ll skin me alive. ” I whispered cautiously. “ But he’s the least suspicious – he won’t kill Kasie and accuse Mr Forn just because he hates his dog. ” I assured her, or rather, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“  What about Mr Forn? ” Haley thought aloud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ He’s the most suspected to be the murderer. He gave all the details that literally points to his  brother. But I still don’t really think it’s him. Why don’t we ask who his brother is, to make sure? ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ I don’t really think he would tell us. I mean, knowing how much he hates you. ” She suggested nervously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I knew, we were knocking on Mr Forn’ s door. I got this method that works on her every time called ‘bribery’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ I should have known, you little rat with brains. I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN I still owed you $2. ” she spat as my knuckles hit the wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Oh, you should have. Now let’s just do this and we can get going. ” I retorted. No one answered the door for about a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Okay, what luck! Mr Forn isn’t at home, so lets move on. ” She urged. I knew she was afraid of Mr Forn. But at the most we just get chased out with a broom. I was prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the door burst open. Mr Forn was standing there. “ What. Do. You. Want?!? ” He asked sternly through gritted teeth. Haley gulped. But I was as cool as a frozen chicken in North Pole. “ Can we know who your brother is? ” I asked politely, in case I trigger his anger nerve although I know he was naturally annoyed and raged. He slammed the door and our face,&lt;br /&gt;Haley tugged on my shirtsleeve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Let’s go, that guy’s mentally disabled. ” She remarked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ But I just had to have the answers. They’ re important for this investigation, If not Kasie’s case will not be brought to justice. ” I insisted and starting banging on the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Stop it! You’re disturbing the whole neighbourhood!” Haley whisper- scolded. I felt guilty, but I didn’t care and continued thumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haley grabbed hold of my collar. “ Leo Crimson. Stop. It. NOW. ” There was a note finality in her voice. I paused. The door smacked open again. “ My brother is Patrick Forn. I don’t know where or what his name is now, though. Now get the heck out of here! ” Mr Forn screeched hysterically as he whipped the door close. His actions were so swift that Haley was still holding my collar. Then she let go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Sorry, Haley. ” I murmured as we strolled to the ICA. She glared at me. “ You’re simply stubborn. ” &lt;br /&gt; “ I know, I know. ” I mumbled as she started lecturing me about my stubbornness. She had done this so many times that I can recite it backwards.&lt;br /&gt; “ If you were not stubborn, you would not be labeled as an hyperactive, and would not have so much trouble. Can’t you not be so persevering sometimes? ” She would say. But I can’t help it, maybe that’s a symptom of being hyperactive. I gave her the ‘ I’m so guilty so stop nagging already’ look. She sighed and shook her head. “ Lets go. ” she snatched my hand and ran as a rival of an Olympian runner to the counter of the ICA. My leg was barely touching the ground, flickering like a flag attached to a dashing pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were lucky, as when we reached the booth, there were hardly any people there, so it didn’t take long to get assistance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“  We want the list of – ” Haley started demanding. I knew she was too straightforward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Erm, Our mother had just passed away. She told us our uncle’s name before she died and asked us to look for him. Since that was his name years ago, can we check that if he had changed it? ” I cut in and cooked up a story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The counter people nodded and smile. “ May I know what’s your uncle’s name? ” she asked politely. &lt;br /&gt;“ Patrick Forn. ” Haley snapped.&lt;br /&gt;I nudged her. Her attitude might really expose our identities, really. She got the message and forced a smile. &lt;br /&gt;The counter person keyed in the name and clicked the mouse a few times. “ Oh my god. Your uncle’s the mayor! ” She gasped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ You’re kidding, right? ” Haley remarked sternly. &lt;br /&gt;“ She meant that … this is a news too good to be true! We better get going, thanks for the trouble. ” I tried to cover Haley’s mistake and dragged her out of the place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ I can’t believe it! Mr Class is Mr Forn’s brother? That’s impossible! ” Haley started blabbering. “ Why would Mr Class frame Mr Forn for stealing the jewelry when he was already rich enough to afford three of my apartments? It just doesn’t make sense! ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Come on, Haley. Maybe its just a coincidence – a mere coincidence that Mr Class happened to be Mr Forn’s brother. Let’s go find Sarge and ask him about the fingerprints on the gloves. ” I assured her although I wasn’t so sure about it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were about to go into the mansion to find Sarge when I found myself pulling Haley to the back of a tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Don’t tell anything about Mr Forn’s brother and the &lt;br /&gt;Mayor to Sarge. ” I advised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Why? ” She looked startled.&lt;br /&gt;“ I told you – Sarge isn’t so trustworthy now. ” I whisper- remindered her. “ Just don’t. ” I commanded before she could reason me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our permission and went into the room again. Sarge and his team were also there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ So … are there any fingerprints on the glove and the jewelry at Mr Forn’s house? ” I asked curiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Nope, ” Sarge bit his lip. “ None at all – that murderer’s pretty smart. ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ If he would dared to kill Kasie, he ought to be smart. Or else his days are numbered. ” Haley agreed, with a grudge against the murderer, whoever it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ So … found out any clues? ” I asked again, making sure that I didn’t miss out any single detail to help me solve this case. Sarge shook his head. I expected that, because like I had said before, the murderer should be a genius. Sarge left not long after, and so we decided to search the room alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Maybe there are some clues in the … the diaries you and Kasie share? ” Reading about what Haley had said on our previous visit here that I had jotted down in my notebook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Good point. ” She commented and dug out the diary. It was blue and purple with stickers all over it. It had a lock. Then, Haley took out a key from her wallet and unlocked the diary. She flipped through the pages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ It seems that Kasie wrote one last entry probably after I left her house and before she was, ” she swallowed a lump. “ you know. ”&lt;br /&gt;“ Can I… read it? ” I asked, although I expect her to say ‘ no’. She nodded. &lt;br /&gt;I took the dairy and here’s what’s written in it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Haley,&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had a lot of fun with you. Its really nice to have you as my best friend. I really cherished the times we have together. Remember the time when we went fishing and you got pulled into the river because your line got stuck under a rock? That was hilarious because I started laughing at you and you pulled me into the river too. Yeah.. just want you to know that. Also, you should find some other friends, me and Leo is not enough. Erm, that is all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;Kasie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, I knew who was the murderer. I don’t know if I should tell Haley, because it was obvious that she would freak out and start to go mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ It was totally an obvious ‘good bye and thank you’ letter. ” I commented. She took the book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Don’t read it, ” I slammed the book close in her face. “ You will cry. ” I reasoned. Haley took a deep breath and sighed. “ I… I think I know who killed Kasie. ” I blurted out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, I heard something moved at the doorway. I ran outside the room, only to see the back of the person probably eavesdropping on us turning at a bend. I didn’t bother to chase whoever it was because now that I know who’s the murderer, I’ve got a more vital job to do – find more evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ What happened? And who’s the murderer? ” Haley urged to know the answers. Should I tell her? Maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Nothing, just a rat. Then again, I was just suspicious of someone, that’s all. ” I lied, twice in a row. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, Haley would suffocate or hold me down to get the answers. But this time, she probably read the diary when I was away so she got all teary and didn’t bother to threaten me. I knew what was going to happen so I excused myself to go home, to think about this case again. Haley agreed and I escaped home the moment I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay on my bed the way I liked again and thought about it :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM is related to Kasie because she knew that SM was going to kill her. The first hint was Kasie pointing her finger at the balcony when she died. If she had the time to point, she would have the time to struggle and maybe defend herself against SM. So she knew that if she died, it would be of good to SM so she didn’t bother to struggle, but she still want this murder case to be brought to justice. Anyway I think she might be pointing to the secret safe before she died and SM realised that but he can’t open the safe so he moved her hand so it made it point to the balcony. The second hint was the goodbye note. Why did Kasie write a goodbye note before her death? Because she knew that she was going to die! So it was pretty obvious who the murderer now was. There are plenty of other evidence too. You see, -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Thinking again? ” Grandma barged into my room again and sat on my bed. “ I’m going to die today and I know it, ” she announced, taking a puff of her cigarette. I didn’t say anything. What can you say to a person who think she’s going to die today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ So, why are you home so early? Shouldn’t you be cracking the case for that girl? ” she laughed out loud. I really don’t get grandmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ She was going to cry so I escaped. ” I replied proudly, thinking that I was quick at mind, if not I would had been with Haley for another crying session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ What! You left her alone at her point of depression? What kind of friend are you? ” Grandma nagged. I was starting to feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ If you don’t bring home that lady today, don’t you DARE step in this house! ” She hollered at the top of her lungs, launching whacks of her stick at me. “ MOVE IT, KID! ” She warned with her bulging eyes and chased me out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my watch. It was one hour to noon. It was still very early, so I decided to find some evidence before I report to the police station or rather, Haley. So first, I need to find Sarge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ I left my notebook in there. Can I go retrieve it? ” I asked the security politely. He nodded and let me in.&lt;br /&gt;That was easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, fortunately, Mrs and Mr Class weren’t at the living room, shooting questions. So, I explored the mansion, instead of heading directly to Kasie’s bedroom, dodging all the maids and servants. I was thinking which place would a kidnapped person be hidden. Well, hopefully kidnapped and not killed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janitors’ room? Guests’ room? No. Somewhere where the maids and servants are not allowed in. I thought of movie shows. … The Private Library! Yes! They usually have secret passageway, like a head of a demon statue or something. But where is the library?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Mrs Class walked out of a room and headed to the opposite of where I was. That was close. The private library obviously must be connected to the master bedroom. And the master bedroom’s door was slightly opened. What else could I do? After peeping through the slid to ensure that Mr Class or any maids were not there, I sneaked in. IT WAS HUMONGOUS!!!!!!!!!!!! Triple Kasie’s room! It really made the Toys ‘R’ us stall looked minute. There was also a cabinet filled with antiques. Make it three cabinets. Then, there were some muffled voices. I knew I had made the right move. I headed the direction where the sound came from. I ended up in a private library. I knew it! Television was not so useless after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a fireplace at a corner, the fire flickering ever so desperately, accompanied by a few candles depressingly showing off their light. I looked up. Thousand of books were stacked in bookcases about 600 miles up. A fireplace in a library was quite an odd thing – once a book is on fire, there will be yet another catastrophe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must be some secret passage. I knocked on the dusty wall near the fireplace. There was a hollow sound. Fake wall. I knocked harder. The muffled voice inside became louder. Whoever inside had heard me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around for clues to revealing this ever so secret place. The fireplace was surrounded by polished willow wood. Then, on top of it were two statues of infant angels holding harps. Suspicious. I pushed all the parts of the statues. Nothing. I sighed. Was I supposed to break through the wall? I caught a glimpse of some crumpled paper on the floor. I took some and flicked it into the flames. There was a creaking sound. The wall tilted a bit. My eyes widened. I knew what was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed any nearby books and starting ripping off pages and flinging them into the flames. As it engulfs the crinkled paper hungrily, I watched in awe as the wall around fireplace with it turned 45 degrees. As soon I was able to slit in to the room behind the library, I shot through it. The muffled voices were raging now. But the secret room was in total darkness, except for the dim light from the candles in the private library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Hello? Anyone here? ” I asked as I feel around the room for a light switch. There was a little creaking sound of wood and then, the lights went on, but I was not the one who switched it on. All was clear to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Hello, Leo. I was expecting you. ” There was an snickering voice from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOO~~~ Soooo exciting. MUAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAH. The power of suspense. Remember what curiosity did to the cat? Anyway the new notebook { Actually a mini laptop but he still insists it as a notebook } my father got today comes with this headphone so now I feel ultra shioking listening to all the songs I like. That's why I got the MP3 thingy posted on my blog. Everything comes with a motive. Muaha. And the notebook also comes with some downloaded demo games that only got 60 minutes trial but still playable then just now I was playing happily with my bro the CHICKEN INVADORS 2 and then the book worm one was pretty boring but I came up with a SUPER LONG word that is considered long in that game -cultivated So I killed the enemy with a 1 hit K.O. Pretty lame but I'm desperate. Stay tune and be alive till then - don't be like the cat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343623104150266981-2082156570808406870?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/2082156570808406870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-big-thing-chapter-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/2082156570808406870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/2082156570808406870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-big-thing-chapter-3.html' title='This Big Thing Chapter 3'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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-1343623104150266981.post-2085576304901998955</id><published>2009-09-05T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T00:02:44.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About my novel</title><content type='html'>And about my novel, the chapter will be posted up every weekend except a weekend before PSLE or something. So remember to check in every weekend either Sat or Sun or Fri night. Anyway, I already completed chapter 3 but I will save it until next weekend in case I cannot finish chapter 4. Still thinking about editing chapter 3 to make more exciting. And there are also some changes in chapter one - like instead of 2 brothers of Mr Forn, I changed to 1 and there are also a few more. Don't worry, I will post the whole chapter 1 to ??? after I finish the whole story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm so bored and so im searching for funny pics to post up to prevent people like me to deteriorate of boredness.Oh, found some. Here are some creative ways of advertisement :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh drats cannot upload. Nevermind. Here's one that I can explain that advertises about the Rexona B.O thingy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life-size stickers of people were stuck on automatic sliding doors of departmental stores. When someone approaches the door, it will move apart and it feel like the people on the door are moving away from you. Then, there's a sign that says ' people move away from you when you have body odour'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one is advertising glass cleaning spray thingy :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life-size stickers of people smacked into glass are stuck on glass doors to show that the glass cleaner cleans so well that makes people not notice the glass was even there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. that's pretty much all. Now I need to continuet the story. So long. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343623104150266981-2085576304901998955?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/2085576304901998955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/09/about-my-novel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/2085576304901998955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/2085576304901998955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/09/about-my-novel.html' title='About my novel'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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-1343623104150266981.post-7528100020861673529</id><published>2009-09-04T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:37:36.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2 of This Big Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The Mayor's Mansion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" He’s lying. " I deduced from my memory. In case you don’t know, it’s photographic. " Anyway I got some evidence but I don’t think it’s sufficient. "&lt;br /&gt;" So, I came here just to hear this? " Haley asked impatiently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" It’s important, its regarding Kasie’s death. " I reasoned. Haley gasped. She grabbed my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;" Kasie who? " She hissed. Then, she got a worried look. " Kasie C-L-A-S-S. " I spelt it out to her so I had more time to live in case she was intending to kill me. She let go of my shirt. I almost fell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" That’s not true. You blinked. " She shook her head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" I had to blink, to clear the dust in my eyes. " I flickered my eyelids in her face. " You are Haley Aces, am I lying now? "&lt;br /&gt;I pulled out a newspaper from Haley’s bike basket. She had a part-time job delivering them. I waved the front page in front of her. She snatched it. " Mayor’s Daughter Murdered. Pg 14. " I noted her. She vigorously push the pages, and her eyes scanned through the article. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She covered her face as she started weeping. I don’t get why they cover their faces when they cry when everyone know what’s happening. Besides, our neighbourhood is practically isolated. She’s nuts. I patted her on the back, that’s how she handles me when I rolled into a ball. She wailed. I should have known. Kasie was Haley’s best friend and they had been for 6 years. " She would know it sooner or later anyway. " I consoled myself.&lt;br /&gt;She hugged me and continued to weep. Seriously, she’s staining my shirt. I looked at my watch; it was still quite early. I couldn’t just push her away so I just stayed still. After about half an hour later, my shirt completely drenched, Haley stopped crying and decided to bring the murderer to justice. And so we went to our nearby burger restaurant – BURGER BITES.&lt;br /&gt;I pulled out the lettuce and sliced the bread into pieces. Then, I wrapped the sliced bun with the lettuce and gobbled it down. Normally, Haley would follow me although she’s not hyper, just a bit weird, but today she just sat there staring at her burger like a zombie. Then, I chomped down the meat and slurped down my coke. She was still in the same position. I burped in her face. She grabbed me by the shirt again and let me go. She sighed. Heavily. " I don’t know, but… but I had been with Kasie for 6 years. 6 years! I don’t know how to cope with this sudden catastrophe, Leo, I don’t. " She burst out. Tears trickled down her cheeks. I so do not want the 30 minutes thing again. I pulled her out of the chair, ran up the hill and down. Haley pushed my hands off hers. " What on earth are you think you are doing? " She panted heavily.&lt;br /&gt;" Well, at least you’re not crying now. " I let out a thin whistle of air. " Now, we need to focus on finding the murderer, Kasie would rather we do that. " I looked up in the sky, sending an alien signal that says ‘ Right? ’ Haley smiled faintly.&lt;br /&gt;" Let’s go. " She demanded and dragged me to the Mayor’s Mansion.&lt;br /&gt;" Can we go and take a look at Kasie’ s room? " I asked and pretended to be remorseful.&lt;br /&gt;" Sure. " Mrs Class managed to choke up. I realised that the Mayor was not in the living room with her, unlike last time when they both used to keep a lookout for Kasie. Probably sorting out financial problems, I deduced from what I read from the newspaper a few days ago – ‘ Sales Going Down Tremendously After A Drought That Hit UK’&lt;br /&gt;I took a look at the room. It was my first time here as it isn’t appropriate for me to hang out with them, so I’m pretty sure this was my last time here. The room was huge, with a unique design, and probably cost a bomb. Haley was in a daze.&lt;br /&gt;" I remembered the time when we first met, me and Kasie became instant friends but the mayor wouldn’t let her stay over at mine, so I had to at hers. This place – I had been seeing for 6 years, I know every nook and cranny here. I can even walk comfortably blindfolded. We really had a lot of fun. " Haley recounted depressingly as she strolled the room. I took out a notebook, in case I may forget anyway, so as Kasie’s best friend, Haley might give me some clues.&lt;br /&gt;" I remembered the time when we kept best friend diaries and stuffs, we even had our very own memories safe box. It only opens if it scans either Kasie’s or mine thumbprint. Pretty high tech huh? " She chuckled as she continued. " So … do you have any other clues? " I asked, not wanting to miss out any special points.&lt;br /&gt;Haley thought for awhile. Her eyes widened. " Yeah! I remembered when I was walking home from Kasie’s late at night, I saw a person in black climbing near the window. At first I thought its just a regular thief, and would be caught by security later on, I really didn’t expect this. It’s all my fault! " she realised and started feeling guilty. There’s really something wrong with that woman. " Any description of the person in black? " I interviewed Haley. " Well, I am quite sure he had lost one glove. It was white so it was pretty obvious. " she reported. That was an important clue. I can’t believe she only remembered it now! Horrible.&lt;br /&gt;It was getting pretty late, so we headed home after that. It was a busy day, but I still cracked my brains when I went home. I just had to solve this. I don’t know why though. I lay like a starfish on my comforter. It always helped me think better.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the first hope was to find the missing glove of the culprit which I don’t expect to - as being a scheming murderer { Let’s just name this guy SM}, SM would not leave a glove in the room for us to find , to check for fingerprints and identify him. And even if the security are coming, taking an extra gloves would only take a few seconds, which does not lets SM get caught. So the only reason SM did not take the gloves because he couldn’t as Kasie had hid it before she passed away. But if we find the gloves easily, it might not be SM’s as SM wanted to frame someone. Moreover, SM could had deliberately let Haley spot SM and be a witness about the missing glove so as to, like I had said, frame someone else.&lt;br /&gt;The point is, we need to find the gloves first and figure the rest out later.&lt;br /&gt;The door slammed open. It was grandma. Does anyone in this family respect privacy? " Watcha thinkin’, about how I die? " She poked me with her walking stick. I knew she was joking.&lt;br /&gt;" No. I was thinking about Kasie’s death. "&lt;br /&gt;" You mean the gal you always find? I guess the good die young and I’m yearning to be good. "&lt;br /&gt;" No. That’s Haley, and you don’t expect her to be dead for a 50 more years. She’s healthier than rabbits. Kasie’s her best friend. "&lt;br /&gt;" Oh, you mean the Mayor’s daughter, Kasie? Sad for the Mayor – first, he ran into financial problems and now, his daughters dead. But I bet your dad wouldn’t mind at all if he was the Mayor. So until you get that girl to be your permanent friend, I’m watching you. " She coughed ferociously, then walked out of my bedroom. She always wanted Haley to become my ‘ permanent friend and her explanation was " If I had a few friends in life, I would have done things right, like bringing your dad up. Now look at him – he’s NOT right. "&lt;br /&gt;I did what I liked to do this morning again – flopping onto the blanket from the bed but this time, Dad didn’t came in, slamming the door again. It was pretty weird, because he was always super cranky in the morning, thanks to Mr Forn’s beast which always wakes him up before the alarm rang and not only that, he had work later on in the afternoon which makes him feel really frustrated because of his bossy boss. I went downstairs, he was actually whistling. Grandma and me were pretty freaked out, and did not say anything until he was off to work.&lt;br /&gt;" Wow. Did he strike lottery? "&lt;br /&gt;" I don’t think so. Maybe it’s because Mr Forn’s dog died. " I suggested, recalling yesterday’s happening.&lt;br /&gt;" So, must someone or something must die before he’s glad? Imagine him after my death! "&lt;br /&gt;" Stop it grandma. You’re not going to die. So stop fooling me. "&lt;br /&gt;Grandma did a shrug and hobbled to her bedroom. Me too. Just then, the phone shrilled. I whipped it up. " Hello. Leo Crimson here. " Like a person at the counter. It was Haley and she wanted me to carry on the investigation. I hesitated. Of course I wanted to, but… " I swear I won’t cry. " That convinced me.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the mansion again, we really needed to find the glove. Sarge was there too. I told Sarge about the glove. He instructed his team to be on a lookout for it. Haley dreamily went to her and Kasie’s secret safe. She unlocked the safe and her eyes opened as wide as my mouth. " The glove… it’s here! " She yelled. Sarge went to put it in a plastic bag. He kind of looked casual, like he had expected this to happen. " I’ll check it for fingerprints and then we can determine who the murderer is. Okay team, let’s wrap this up. " He decided. I looked at Sarge. He really looked like the Mayor when I came to think of it. They might be clones actually. Maybe twin aliens who came to conquer the world. Maybe I can be the alien translater and not be disintergrated by their sizzling guns and ..." Let’s go, Leo. " Haley shook me. I snapped out of it and nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that this case wasn’t as easy to solve as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  OK. I think story is pretty short like about, 5 chapters only. Still working on the next chapter though. I bet you people already guessed the murderer but AHA, its not. I know it. But I think in next chapter pretty obvious. So there you go. Don't stop visiting my friendly, nice and super AWESOME blog! So long, people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343623104150266981-7528100020861673529?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/7528100020861673529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-2-of-this-big-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/7528100020861673529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/7528100020861673529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-2-of-this-big-thing.html' title='Chapter 2 of This Big Thing'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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-1343623104150266981.post-4432155052145542727</id><published>2009-08-28T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T02:44:26.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. So I'm writting a novel so here's the first chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty long. OK it is very long. And its just the first chapter. May upload the pictures next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prolonge&lt;br /&gt;I am Hyperactive. What’s so wrong about that? Why am I born with it? Grandma says that I inherited it from Grandpa, who passed away few years ago, and Grandma could never be more depressed. Well, then Grandpa must have had a hard life then, just like me. Does being hyperactive equals to being ignored? Because that’s how I’m feeling right now, every second of my life, well maybe until this big thing happened. Its about time because I had been ignored for the past 12 years.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I admit I do weird things like nailing shoes on the wall. I mean, maybe they COULD come alive and walk horizontal, which IS a shoe’s dream, right? People ask me to think twice and I already did. Besides, I didn’t harm anyone at all, ok maybe accidents which don’t really count, but anyway they labeled me as DANGEROUS. I’m just thinking out of the box. Way out. Anyway sometimes I just could not control, its just a natural reaction, like when I feel annoyed, I roll into a ball to look like a rock so people will not disturb me, which is totally reasonable. Its not like dancing around with bananas around my hips. Anyway so here’s ‘ this big thing ’ I had once mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Forn&lt;br /&gt;I rolled out of bed and dropped onto the blanket I lay beside it. I stood up and did it again. I love that feeling – as if I was dropping through clouds and clouds,&lt;br /&gt;With nothing much to worry about except for what I was going to do when there were no more clouds. Suddenly the door whammed open. It was Dad. " Leo, what on earth are you doing?" He demanded. I hate it when people ask me what I was doing even after ruining my fun. I curled up into a ball. Dad groaned and commanded " I don’t care how you feel and I want you downstairs eating breakfast in ten minutes!" I knew he was steaming. He always was. I growled. " Make it five!" He yelled as he slammed the door. The cutlery hanging down clanged against each other. I like that sound and knew I would be hearing it every morning. I dressed myself and waited until it was five minutes and one second before going down, to see if Dad was timing me. I stood at the bottom of the stairs, staring at Dad and Grandma, eating at the Dining table. Apparently, Dad was staring at the clock. Big trouble, I thought. Just as Dad opened his mouth, Grandma cut in " Shut up and eat your food, son. If you starve to death, who’s gonna pay for my coffin? " Ever since Grandpa died, the only words that came out of Grandma’s mouth were regarding death. Dad breathed out like a dragon. I knew that it was safe, and joined them for breakfast. After he had finished, Dad took his suitcase and went for work. He was finally gone. I don’t really know what his job is and that’s because he wouldn’t tell me. I slurped my breakfast down and skipped up to my room where I really belonged. I opened and looked out the window. I love the Sun. Its just like a really bright UFO coming someday to abduct you, which was why now I’m creating my own alien language to make it easier to communicate.&lt;br /&gt;A few " Eh - Yo" irritating alarm spoilt my thought. Straight away I recognized that it was a police siren. I’m a good friend with Sarge because of my knowledge and I often visit him with Hayley and there are a dozen kinds of these alarms there, which makes me kind of erm, ball. My head swung to that direction. I’m very sensitive to sounds, which is why my room is sound proof, so that nobody disturbs me while I sleep, and when I yell, there would be echoes. Pretty cool. Anyway, the noise came from our new neighbour ‘s, who had moved in several weeks ago, Mr Forn, compartment. I could tell that he was yelling his head off because his mouth was as big as my knee. I ran down.&lt;br /&gt;" Grandma, can I go check out what’s happening at Forn’s ? "&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah, yeah, scram. Just make sure that if he goes to jail, make sure he reserves a place for your dad, or you, " she croaked and blew a puff on her cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;" Dad’s going to jail? "&lt;br /&gt;" Not yet, but someday, " she commented. " Now get out of here and go burn off some of your hyper energy. " She whacked me with her stick. Grandma can be harsh, very harsh, but she’s good people. I dodged professional and scooted out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;" Calm down sir, and describe to us the crime as detailed as you can. " One of the police instructed, biting his pen tip.&lt;br /&gt;" What’s going on? " I asked curiously.&lt;br /&gt;" Oh you again. It’s the fifth time this week you came to visit me. What do you want? " Mr Forn yelled as his bloodshot eyes bulged. The policemen stared at him. Mr Forn sighed." Look, I don’t have time now. Now run along. " He swatted his hands.&lt;br /&gt;" Mr Forn here had his door locked picked but all whoever who did it was to kill his dog and place the Mayor’s Dowry on his table. " The police officer explained, reading his findings.&lt;br /&gt;" The mayor’s … ? Never mind. Can I join the investigation too? " I asked eagerly, so maybe next time I can become a detective, or maybe some kind of police chief. Either one is good.&lt;br /&gt;" What? How can you? You are under medi… "&lt;br /&gt;" I suppose he can, not many youngsters now a days have this learning attitude. Besides, there’s no harm letting him. " Sarge interrupted Mr Forn’s explanation and smiled at me. I gave him my cutest beam, it always works. Maybe not always but you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;We went in, and Mr Forn started on his story.&lt;br /&gt;" As an early bird, I rose at 8 a.m. and starting eating my breakfast. Fred was as usual as he was – slopping at his basket. After breakfast, I realised that it was particularly warm this morning, and so I went up to take a bath. Little did I know, " He shook his head. " When … when I came out, he’s dead! " I glared at the lifeless body of the ferocious bulldog which bite was worst then its bark, in a puddle of blood. There was a knife beside it. The sight was kind of pleasing.&lt;br /&gt;"And look at this! The mayor’s dowry was right on my coffee table! Right there! I don’t know but anyone who did this obviously wanted to frame me. " Mr Forn exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;Sarge nodded as he scribbled over his notepad. " Did you see any suspicious character when you went out to take your newspaper? And … won’t your dog bark while its getting stabbed? Do you have any arguments with anyone recently? " Sarge questioned him.&lt;br /&gt;" Well, I did kind of see two shadows lurking behind the bush. And my bathroom is sound proof, so I couldn’t hear a thing! Well, I had kind of a fight with my brothers recently, about my father’s inheritance. But now they suddenly graciously let me have the whole share! " Mr Forn blabbered on.&lt;br /&gt;" This is pretty easy, all the clues leads to your brothers, which makes them the culprit. First, they wanted to frame you on stealing the mayor’s dowry and they suddenly let you have the inheritance as they knew you would go to jail and probably get hanged, so they need not argued for it. " Sarge deducted the reason as he chuckled.&lt;br /&gt;" I can’t believe my brother would do this! Well, they never treated me as their brother since young. " Mr Forn sighed in disbelief. He looked fake.&lt;br /&gt;Sarge wore on some gloves and shoved the jewellary into a small plastic bag, and did it with the knife too. " Did you touch them? We will be checking them for fingerprints." Mr Forn shook his head. " Good. Now, just wait for our news. " Sarge patted him on the shoulder as they headed back to the police station. I had my doubts. I asked if I could use his bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;" But your darn house is only 5 miles away! " He reasoned. " Urgent… " I pretended and he finally, but reluctantly, gave in. I shot up the stairs and slammed the toilet door. " You are going to pay for that if I find a crack on that thing! " I heard him hollered but it didn’t really bothered me.&lt;br /&gt;I did my business and decided to test out this place. " Hello? " ‘ Hello? ’ There was an echo ringing. Mr Forn wasn’t lying, I thought. Then, I saw a brioche in the mirror cabinet. ‘ To Australia: Tasmania ’ A brioche in the toilet? Suspicious. Something was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHHAHAHHAHHA CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT. Im now not sure who's the murderer and im kinda deciding later. I know is super long but lets just get this on with. Hooray! No more { almost } Prelims !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343623104150266981-4432155052145542727?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/4432155052145542727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/08/ok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/4432155052145542727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/4432155052145542727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/08/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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-1343623104150266981.post-7008972214970746173</id><published>2009-07-24T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T21:40:22.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avvies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SmqMRrRbgyI/AAAAAAAAACU/z1qxalgvId0/s1600-h/Gal.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362252541639492386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SmqMRrRbgyI/AAAAAAAAACU/z1qxalgvId0/s200/Gal.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SmqMRYpmhBI/AAAAAAAAACM/HVU-rrqHq4w/s1600-h/Guy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362252536640603154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SmqMRYpmhBI/AAAAAAAAACM/HVU-rrqHq4w/s200/Guy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my avvies.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure will work when posted up. So, Here's the URL :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Gal : &lt;a href="http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu31/backcrystalz/Gal.gif"&gt;http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu31/backcrystalz/Gal.gif&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Guy : &lt;a href="http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu31/backcrystalz/Guy.gif"&gt;http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu31/backcrystalz/Guy.gif&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hui, you can use it as freebies for your web anyway. See ya :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S Finished my homework! Woohoo! :) Now more bored! BOO! :(&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/1343623104150266981-7008972214970746173?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/7008972214970746173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/07/avvies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/7008972214970746173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/7008972214970746173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/07/avvies.html' title='Avvies'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SmqMRrRbgyI/AAAAAAAAACU/z1qxalgvId0/s72-c/Gal.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343623104150266981.post-1505346884879276417</id><published>2009-07-24T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T20:59:21.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/Smp6AIPotGI/AAAAAAAAABs/vjYJoHKDy-M/s1600-h/Hamster.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362232448969651298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/Smp6AIPotGI/AAAAAAAAABs/vjYJoHKDy-M/s200/Hamster.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missed Cupcakes . :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw ........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/Smp_2M730QI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e8xAFQ9FUx8/s1600-h/Faces.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362238875500007682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/Smp_2M730QI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e8xAFQ9FUx8/s200/Faces.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now also very sian but what do ya know, I only left one homework which is almost done. SO MUAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAH, hahahhaa, hhahahahhaha, hahahhabdalasfmddoghjowsje;fvpenvieihfj;amsfjf;elmfl;andihpandnd;skgjdjd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very ,very ssssssssssssssssssiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!&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/1343623104150266981-1505346884879276417?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/1505346884879276417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/07/cupcakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/1505346884879276417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/1505346884879276417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/07/cupcakes.html' title='Cupcakes'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/Smp6AIPotGI/AAAAAAAAABs/vjYJoHKDy-M/s72-c/Hamster.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343623104150266981.post-8800296297174744053</id><published>2009-07-08T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:39:15.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SlSTzFbFpxI/AAAAAAAAABc/tGHR9WhJtkA/s1600-h/Fat"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356068362688767762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SlSTzFbFpxI/AAAAAAAAABc/tGHR9WhJtkA/s200/Fat" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SlSVatQjDqI/AAAAAAAAABk/9lyMgI1Mydw/s1600-h/sandwich-bag.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356070142908501666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SlSVatQjDqI/AAAAAAAAABk/9lyMgI1Mydw/s200/sandwich-bag.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. This is a funny picture to advertise a gym. Cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there's another to prevent food theif. BTW that's not real mould. Awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/1343623104150266981-8800296297174744053?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/8800296297174744053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/07/haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/8800296297174744053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/8800296297174744053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/07/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SlSTzFbFpxI/AAAAAAAAABc/tGHR9WhJtkA/s72-c/Fat' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343623104150266981.post-2593377261090108828</id><published>2009-06-24T08:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T08:22:41.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Refrigerator Magnets</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*NTg1OTEzNTA5MyZwdD*xMjQ1ODU5MzA5MTg3JnA9MzkwMSZkPWZsYXNodG95cyZuPWJsb2dnZXImZz*xJnQ9Jm89YzA*ZDE1OWY2OWI1NGU5NmE5NTFjMWNjNDVhYzEwMDI=.gif" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;object width="300" height="480" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt; 	&lt;param name=wmode value=transparent&gt; 	&lt;param name=flashvars value="fridge_color=16777215&amp;pyzam_toy_id=4829782"&gt; 	&lt;param name=movie value="http://stuff.freeflashtoys.com/swf/fridge.swf"&gt; 	&lt;param name=quality value=high&gt; 	&lt;embed width="300" height="480" src="http://stuff.freeflashtoys.com/swf/fridge.swf?fridge_color=16777215&amp;pyzam_toy_id=4829782" quality="high" wmode="transparent" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" &gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freeflashtoys.com/?refrigerator-magnets"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stuff.freeflashtoys.com/images/refrigeratormagnetsbottom.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/misc/CXNID=1000015.16NXC.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343623104150266981-2593377261090108828?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/2593377261090108828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/06/refrigerator-magnets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/2593377261090108828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/2593377261090108828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/06/refrigerator-magnets.html' title='Refrigerator Magnets'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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-1343623104150266981.post-3293185820054312342</id><published>2009-06-10T00:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:56:03.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cute Siggy 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/Si9m5fptBSI/AAAAAAAAABU/9HiE459skSo/s1600-h/Siggy+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345604420647060770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/Si9m5fptBSI/AAAAAAAAABU/9HiE459skSo/s200/Siggy+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Club siggy, Pretty Cute Eh ? Well, Igave up on feeding all my pets so lets get this on with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343623104150266981-3293185820054312342?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/3293185820054312342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-cute-siggy-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/3293185820054312342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/3293185820054312342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-cute-siggy-1.html' title='My Cute Siggy 1'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/Si9m5fptBSI/AAAAAAAAABU/9HiE459skSo/s72-c/Siggy+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343623104150266981.post-4836722340813583347</id><published>2009-06-09T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T23:17:39.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gumball Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/Si9OA6IGvcI/AAAAAAAAABE/en0RKC0blrw/s1600-h/Rock+Gumball+Madness.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345577060222287298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/Si9OA6IGvcI/AAAAAAAAABE/en0RKC0blrw/s320/Rock+Gumball+Madness.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roll up, roll up! Once in a lifetime chance to see this gumball madness ! And oh yeah, feeding my pets them and it it taking me ages! Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Anyway, anyone wants a Fairy Azul I adopted in my clone account? Maybe we can give it away in our club like maybe er, a Monthly Pet Giveaway To The SWEETEST Person stuff, something something. Hungry Freaks :&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345579053457700642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/Si9P07gddyI/AAAAAAAAABM/RtGle8kO9yk/s320/Hungry+Freaks.bmp" border="0" /&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/1343623104150266981-4836722340813583347?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/4836722340813583347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/06/gumball-madness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/4836722340813583347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/4836722340813583347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/06/gumball-madness.html' title='Gumball Madness'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/Si9OA6IGvcI/AAAAAAAAABE/en0RKC0blrw/s72-c/Rock+Gumball+Madness.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343623104150266981.post-3300743719624047344</id><published>2009-06-09T07:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T08:00:44.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The wheel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/Si5uQ_SSowI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rwQklNncBf4/s1600-h/Wheel+Of+Sweets.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345331045880472322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/Si5uQ_SSowI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rwQklNncBf4/s320/Wheel+Of+Sweets.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the wheel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343623104150266981-3300743719624047344?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/3300743719624047344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/06/wheel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/3300743719624047344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/3300743719624047344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/06/wheel.html' title='The wheel'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/Si5uQ_SSowI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rwQklNncBf4/s72-c/Wheel+Of+Sweets.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343623104150266981.post-312817947576567905</id><published>2009-06-09T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:25:50.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Club stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/Si4cc0n0jyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LoaJPthOtPE/s1600-h/Cotton+Candy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345241089222938402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/Si4cc0n0jyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LoaJPthOtPE/s320/Cotton+Candy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here- the picture btw we can make a club blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I go do homework le , so long'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1343623104150266981-312817947576567905?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/312817947576567905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/06/club-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/312817947576567905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/312817947576567905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/06/club-stuff.html' title='Club stuff'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/Si4cc0n0jyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LoaJPthOtPE/s72-c/Cotton+Candy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343623104150266981.post-8524807682523258111</id><published>2009-04-24T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:58:27.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haha. I created yet another blog. Woohoo! Anyway, today's social studies performance is pretty pathetic especially jishreean's group.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway on every Wednesday 10p.m. got show the Save-The-World Documentary. Its pretty cool. last week one show about intensive farming whereby the animals are so cruelly treated that if you were them, you would wished you had never been born. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the pigs, they stuff you in cages with parellel bars for you to poo and whatever. Once you are born, they will take out something from your butt, give you two big jabs [ The needles are very big ] and CUT your tail because pigs tend to bite each other's tail. If you still keep biting, they will RIP off your teeth. Ew [even the pig farmers who do this buy the pork from others who do not do intensive farming]. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then life is terror for chickens too. You will also be kept in cages and then all day you just sit and eat. If you are thirsty, there is a hanging water thingy on top, you just have to lick the tip. After 60 days [ and your organs and claws still have not grown properly], your wish will come true - they will knock you unconcious by electrified water and then a ROTATING knife will SLICE your head off. These are happening in Europe, its up to you to decide to buy or not. OH yeah and I'm just speaking this from the TV show so don't sue me or anything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And a bulbul is a bird who has a black head and fluffy body. Its pretty cute if not for the three-feathered tail. A sea cucumber... not exactly like a cucumber and it also had spikes. Don't think it is edible. Whoa uploading the picture takes so long... Any&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SfHvMLK8dzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1ReLjCYGRz4/s1600-h/Sea+Grapes"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328302826592171826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SfHvMLK8dzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1ReLjCYGRz4/s200/Sea+Grapes" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;way currently working on 101 misspelled words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SfHvMZjoS8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/8t6JlknmVDk/s1600-h/Bulbul"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328302830453803970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SfHvMZjoS8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/8t6JlknmVDk/s200/Bulbul" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SfHvMIj6__I/AAAAAAAAAAU/jJjGqGczQeU/s1600-h/Sea+Cucumber"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328302825891626994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SfHvMIj6__I/AAAAAAAAAAU/jJjGqGczQeU/s200/Sea+Cucumber" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&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/1343623104150266981-8524807682523258111?l=chewythingy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/feeds/8524807682523258111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/04/muahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/8524807682523258111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1343623104150266981/posts/default/8524807682523258111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewythingy.blogspot.com/2009/04/muahaha.html' title='Muahaha'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03779057687976015612</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h22E-cUBBww/SfHvMLK8dzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1ReLjCYGRz4/s72-c/Sea+Grapes' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
