Inch Chua

As presented in class one fine day, Inch Chua is a friend of mine who has made it big with the help of the wonderful Internet. Inch Chua is an indie singer-songwriter who used to be in a rock band called Allura. After starting her solo music career, she found fame in less than a year because of the home-made videos of herself playing music that she had been posting on YouTube. The first video she put up features Allura's original song.



And then she did a cover of YouTube sensation's David Choi's song.



From covering his song a year ago, she now works with him and his manager, having played shows with him and toured with him in USA.

Take a look at her first music video.



Recently she went to LA to meet Ashton Kutcher, his company, and other social media savvy youths who have achieved something great with the Internet, to discuss different ways social media can be used to better art, film, and music in time to come.

我还算是刘家的人吗？

我差点想要自杀。堂妹刚告诉我，我爸爸跟我最亲的啊姨和舅舅说我的坏话，说到很差劲，说到我很噩毒，说我故意要若麻烦。而他们俩也相信我爸。起初我还以为可能可以跟我堂妹的父母变得更亲，如果自己的爸爸不要我了，可能还可以假装舅舅是我新爸。但我想这现在是一见不可能的事了。

全部的大人都认为我是一个很不怀好意的人。我真的那么坏吗？我常常想做善是啊。可能是因为我真的是坏人，而要做善事来弥补我做的坏事。我不想当坏人啊。我真的没有坏心肠啊。要不然生活对我来说就没什么意义了。

我真的讨厌死我爸和他的新老婆。讨厌到要命！！！！！我很恨你们俩，恨到心疼，恨到很想哭和喊，恨到我的心会变黑。可事若我心黑了，也不会比你们，刘健伟和你的新老婆，的心黑。

You're Nothing

That's what my parents would often say whenever I turned to them, hoping for a little encouragement or reassurance. And till today, the story remains the same. With these words drilled into my head from young, it's hard to ever imagine if I could ever amount to anything more than what I currently amount to. I can't tell for sure whether I am destructing myself with my self-defeatist mentality, or whether I really am such a mediocre person that I can never ever do anything right.

Why did those 2 people have to do this to me? Why nurture me to be such a miserable, pathetic little creature. Why couldn't either of you just say "Good Job" when I deserved it? Maybe I really didn't. But no child is born an imbecile right? I couldn't possibly have been exceptional and born a rotten apple right? But then again almost every teacher I ever had had something negative to say about me. Oh especially my lower secondary form teacher who even told my best friend's parents to make sure their daughter stayed away from me because I was a "rotten apple". “烂萍果”, she said.

I mean, as crappy a creature as I am, those words hurt. All that rejection hurts. They all really do hurt. The way you all stupid fucking adults have treated me has wounded me deeply, and I hope time will heal me. But I think it will be a long time.

Lots say that I can't take criticism, and I can't take rejection. Yes I can't take all these things ANYMORE! Please stop burying me with them because one day, I will suffocate and die. And my blood will be on the hands of all of you.

Y'know

I wish people could understand that some things are harder for me than they are for other people.

Damaged Goods

You break your things as you throw them around.
Plastic broken, wood is chipped, as they hit the ground.
Maybe it hurts for them
Maybe it hurts for them

I think I see bits of glass lying over there.
Are you gonna clear them up, or perhaps not care?
The glass might cut
The glass might cut

Can’t be used cuz they’re damaged goods.
Damaged and broken, can’t be used.

When you first saw me I was beautiful.
Maybe even the best thing to happen to you.
You forgot
You forgot

I’m not a shirt from the department store.
Not some lousy shelf, lamp, chair that’s been used before.
But a child
Only a child

A child’s been thrown around like a ragdoll.
Head split open guts strewn over your whitewashed floors.
What more do you expect?
What more do you expect?

Can’t be used cuz they’re damaged goods.
Damaged and broken, can’t be used.

That's what she said

When I was little and totally a Jehovah's Witness, I, like all the other JW children, were not allowed to have friends from "the world". "The world" being everyone who isn't JW. So that being said, I didn't have many friends when I was little. Not a lot of JW kids wanted to be friends with me either cuz my family was dysfunctional and other JW parents told their kids to "not get too close to us".

It was ironic though, that the elders in the congregation kept encouraging me and my brother to seek more friends in "the Truth" (that's what they called the organization) and not mix so much with people outside. Because THEIR kids were some of those shunning us. So there was this period of time when I genuinely wanted to find a girl whom I could be good friends with in "the Truth" and I discussed all the possible candidates with my mum.

I actually really wanted to be friends with this girl, Valerie, who was the daughter of one of the nicest elders around, and who didn't have many friends either, cuz she mostly kept to herself. I told my mum about her, but my mum discouraged me from being good friends with her because she was too "temperamental". So I didn't establish a friendship with Valerie in the end.

Today, I must say that I myself am possibly the most temperamental person I know. I even used to have to take medication for it. This is the greatest irony of all. If everyone's parents thought like my mum, I would have absolutely not a single friend on this earth. Not even a hi-bye friend. Sometimes I wonder if the gods put a curse on me and my mum the day she judged a poor pre-teen for being "temperamental" and prevented her from gaining a friend.

It's like they're saying, "You want temperamental? We'll give you temperamental!" And look at me today. Ah well..

SATC

I really love Sex and the City for all of it's feminism, spunk and openness. It's gotta be my most favourite tv serial of all.