<?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-3258784432244513976</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:34:50.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live life to the fullest</title><subtitle type='html'>Live life to the fullest and never regret a choice....
You make your own luck through your actions and state of mind.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3258784432244513976.post-6078476468754561567</id><published>2011-05-29T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T02:59:37.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life thus far</title><content type='html'>Well, its been horrible. Projects are mounding, workload increased by god-knows how many folds. My heart is still in pieces, but hey! my friends are taping them up with me! I'm recovering. You know whats worse in a rejection? When you fell not for her looks but her character and personality. I know it sounds fake that a guy could fall for character but ladies, it is true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just trying to get my priorities right, Studies&gt;Fencing&gt;Friends&gt;etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;To build myself up again. This is a new chapter of my life, but you cannot totally forget someone you loved.... so in a way, its an old chapter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it. I'm quite happy for her. She found a man she loves, they're happily together, they're a couple. I feel sad for myself though, while all my friends are finding their other halves, i'm seeing myself getting lonelier and lonelier everyday. I should move on... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More updates, perhaps next time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KaiKein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-6078476468754561567?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/6078476468754561567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=6078476468754561567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/6078476468754561567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/6078476468754561567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-thus-far.html' title='Life thus far'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-2036544655364279288</id><published>2011-04-27T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T08:24:12.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sadboy93@hotmail.com</title><content type='html'>You know,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day I would find the answers that i've been looking for all my life? maybe one day she will be back into my arms. Maybe, just maybe. Hope is the thing that keeps us all alive. Without it, there's no chance of being alive, no chance of living, no chance of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've been reading into the taboo of religions and have grown a interest in it. Seems that if there is good, then there must be evil because there must always be an equilibrium. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also recently I fell in love. Well, not exactly recently, quite long ago. I started to like this girl. And see, the problem was that my friends that met her does not have a good impression of her. They say she's too rude, too straightforward. But thats what I like, and that is what i'm looking for. And true to all my past experiences, it failed. TWICE. The first was a screw up on my part which I do not wish to give anymore entertainment to. The most recent one was when I found out that she's "sorta" attached. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird thing is, I prayed to God about her before I found out that she's attached. I asked for a sign, on whether I should continue waiting for her, or move on. WELL... most of my friends asked me to move on, but this particular one, she said. "Its obvious she don't give a shit about you in comparison to the time and attention you gave her." Now, normally I would find this statement offensive and would blast that fella away, but somehow this made me sad simply because it is true...sorta...I hope not. But then again I gave some thought to it... and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the very next day after fencing training and all, I heard from my friend that she's attached. At first I thought it was a joke and that he wanted pull my hopes down. Somehow that thought clung onto me. When I got home an did all the washing up, i texted her, "hey i heard you are attached." Initially I meant it as a conversation starter, turns out, it killed not only the conversation but my feelings and mood and everything i thought was good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long reply, but the meaning was simple. "Not really, its complicated." That's all I can really make out of the message through the confusion, disbelief and mounting sadness. I who have tried to win her heart for close to 6 months has been beaten by a guy who knows her for a month. I literally got pawned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly cried myself to sleep, but thank The Lord for making my body all shagged and sluggish. The moment i hit my pillow, i slept like i never slept before. But it was a fitful sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning came, but a bitter me awoke. Still drowning in the sorrow, I managed to put a fake smile to show my parents and school mates. But not long after, that smile faded. Just nice, my iPod shuffle played all the saddest songs in my collection. And after school, it rained. So I, as sad as I was and as depressed as I was, went on to facebook and wrote out my feelings in a short expressive verse &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky,&lt;br /&gt;Why are you so gloomy today? &lt;br /&gt;Do you share the same woe as I?&lt;br /&gt;Be it that your lover, The wind has left you?&lt;br /&gt;But perhaps when you pour down your tears she may come back.&lt;br /&gt;And she may come back more passionate than ever.&lt;br /&gt;But If I pour down my tears, nothing will change.&lt;br /&gt;-Kai Kein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never gave up, I never let go and yet this happened.&lt;br /&gt;But of course, now I know that God answers prayers.&lt;br /&gt;And he is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;KaiKein - A boy with a stone heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-2036544655364279288?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/2036544655364279288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=2036544655364279288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/2036544655364279288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/2036544655364279288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2011/04/sadboy93hotmailcom.html' title='sadboy93@hotmail.com'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-6204419094496505463</id><published>2010-10-21T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T09:13:08.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So far So good!</title><content type='html'>Well, it hasn't been a long time since i posted something here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its good to know that my parents and I have gotten over the monetary issue, both parties do not wish to talk about it, but i am still somewhat bitter over certain things that may or may not have been intentionally uttered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, it's not so easy to let something go when you have been hurt by it. I want to feel that hurt again, feel its bitterness, feel the anger rise in me. I want to feel that grudge i hold, i want to be weighed down by burdens, i want to be blamed so that i can defend myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i feel so alone, so desperate for company. And yet at other times i feel the need to be alone, to reflect to think. I'm thinking of my past, the mistakes I've made, the people i had wronged. And i feel this tinge of regret, this slight uneasiness in my gut. And yet my life moves on, with more haste in fact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear death, I am scared... I think about how i'm going to die, or any possible ways in which i might die. And I think, "How do I make people remember me?"&lt;br /&gt;By doing things! Be it good or bad, but of course... preferably good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes to my personal life. I saw this girl(yes another one), and i sorta got attracted to her? My friends calls it teen infatuation, I call it a crush. Whatever it is, she's still my friend and I am going to make my decisions after I'm absolutely sure about her. Then you see, this little brain of mine, it keeps me from going forward, every time i think of her, I think of my past, that girl, that one i took to caring when she's in pain. And i inevitably think of how I lost her, my actions, my folly. I won't blame it on my age anymore, I'll blame it on me. It was my fault. I never thought it through, I broke my promise, I deserve every bit of pain i felt in that period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holidays are ending, and so is my creativity. I can feel it draining away, leaking through this tiny gap called age. And falling into this endless vacuum of experience. That vacuum tells me that creativity is something redundant, something useless, something I should abandon. But I'm holding on to it, that hope. Reality is hard, but lets try to soften it with creativity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is getting late now, as i type this post out, my hands slowly forgets the joy i had in free writing, in essays and in reading. My imagination is confined to the realities of life and money. I say this now, A man is truly creative when there is no need of money, because money binds a man to boring, platitudinous work. It needs no brains, it needs no innovation, it needs no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KaiKein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-6204419094496505463?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/6204419094496505463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=6204419094496505463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/6204419094496505463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/6204419094496505463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-far-so-good.html' title='So far So good!'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-520618046086326238</id><published>2010-10-01T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T07:44:44.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The fail on my part</title><content type='html'>Its been long, and a lot have happened. Things have come and go, but one will particularly stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, i got back my results from my end of semester test. Fair to say, i did not fair as well as expected. And i told my parents this(well i'm sorry, half my posts are about my parents and I), and they were horrified that i'm just an average student. over dinner, my mood changed from optimistic to pessimistic. Its just the drastic change that shocked me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we think about it. Other people would want my score. But no, my parents are so concerned about their wallets to give a damn about me. Instead of comforting me. They scold me, they look down on me, they blame me for choosing a more expensive institution.  They say that i'll never make it in life, and i'm not in a hurry to prove them wrong. If they say i cant make it. So be it. Its disturbing to see your very loved ones show their true colors. Now i know what i means to be hurt... &lt;br /&gt;Should i still call them "parents"? The title that is given to loving and caring people? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it fair? I'll never do that to my child. Scold yes, but not complaint to him about how expensive his school fees are, or how lousy he is. I'll encourage him, I'll ask him to do better next time. Not condemn him to failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost it. I finally felt the pain. its indescribable. Insane, I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-520618046086326238?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/520618046086326238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=520618046086326238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/520618046086326238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/520618046086326238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2010/10/fail-on-my-part.html' title='The fail on my part'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-2415512697828063143</id><published>2010-07-10T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T10:22:52.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life so far</title><content type='html'>Its been about a month since i lasted posted something on this miserable blog. Now that i'm in a new phase of education, a lot of things has been taught and tested by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I picked up an interesting sport called fencing. I know you're thinking of zorro and co. but its not that exaggerated. Its firstly like chess..... Studying your opponent and reading his moves will ensure you a victory most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I fell for this girl. And i'm going crazy over her too. Lectures passes as i think of her, my academic health had never been so bad since I met her. She's not good for my studies but I can't help thinking of her all the time. However, a lot of other guys like her too and I'm jaded. Too scared to move back into a relationship... I'm cowering in the corner of the shadows of my past. And as always, i believe that she deserves someone better than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly,&lt;br /&gt;I have been a bit confused on my religion, Christianity. I had some strong questions thrown at me and I do not know how to answer it. My sand foundation is swayed. I will find the answers, I will built my foundations on the stone that never moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anymore updates and I will post here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warmest regards,&lt;br /&gt;KaiKein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-2415512697828063143?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/2415512697828063143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=2415512697828063143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/2415512697828063143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/2415512697828063143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-so-far.html' title='Life so far'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-3275976535792986954</id><published>2010-05-30T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T07:58:50.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I live...</title><content type='html'>I think i live a very boring life as compared to others. However, i like it that way.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm just a very mundane person or just someone who likes peace and tranquility. I don't know. Is this the stage in my life where i start to find out who i really am? Is it the stage of my life that i go out to venture and learn more things? Perhaps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my friends and I went to East coast for some church activities which included games and all, we had fun. Something struck me afterwards. When we were deciding which movie to watch, I sort of lost myself. &lt;br /&gt;I had been a guy that doesn't think to act and would face the music later on. But nowadays i find myself thinking twice to whatever I do, be it a small thing or a major one. &lt;br /&gt;Today showed me how wrong I was last time. I had a indecisive decision. There was no movie to watch and much less things to do, but i insisted on going for a movie so we did. At the queue, I was looking at the timings and it sank in.... I no longer wanted to watch a movie. and my friends agreed. It wouldn't have happened last time, it did now.... And i'm stunned by my own actions. &lt;br /&gt;Learning a new way of life now, I need to adjust and accustom myself to the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-3275976535792986954?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/3275976535792986954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=3275976535792986954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/3275976535792986954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/3275976535792986954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-live.html' title='I live...'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-8557890506583308873</id><published>2010-05-06T09:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T09:42:54.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends- short lived</title><content type='html'>Why, is it wrong to shower some concern upon others? even if you've only met them 2 times in 2 weeks? IS it wrong to ask what happened when something fishy pops up?&lt;br /&gt;Am i even sending the wrong messages to them? &lt;br /&gt;Why, you ask. Why do you think that my world is centered upon your life. Why is it then wrong, inappropriate and harmful to ask for the well-being of a friend? &lt;br /&gt;Is it stupid of me to be myself. Don't you think that having a friend is a matter greater than anything adjacent of your current life? Or are friends just a distractions for you? &lt;br /&gt;I ask why, you lash me with words. You ask why, i explain. IS it even fair that i get those lashings without finishing my story. WHY must you be so unreasonable? &lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to be mistaken? Why do I have to be misinterpreted? why do i have to go through this stage of life? Why, am i unable to convey my messages to you?&lt;br /&gt;You suggest that i want to chase you, you think too highly of yourself. I've got to bother about my own life and got no time to go around chasing self-centered people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindness never pays, but be kind no matter what. For this reason I forgive you, but I will never forget those harsh words, those words, sharp as razors. Tearing down my mind like a hot knife to cold butter. &lt;br /&gt;I will wash my hands of you, utterly disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-8557890506583308873?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/8557890506583308873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=8557890506583308873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/8557890506583308873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/8557890506583308873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2010/05/friends-short-lived.html' title='Friends- short lived'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-489997250486925571</id><published>2010-05-01T09:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T09:26:02.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as it is.</title><content type='html'>It has been sometime since i last posted, but alot have happened since then. Perhaps it was good that i did not post as my thoughts were wild and cruel at those times.&lt;br /&gt;Lets start like,&lt;br /&gt;School has started and its a polytechnic but you see, i'm caught in between JC and poly, elite and normal respectively. It has been fine after school start but i'm still in the holiday mood.&lt;br /&gt;Selfish as I was, I recently offended yet another person and now am trying to think of a way to say sorry. I was high then, frantically on facebook little drunk with tiredness and typed somethings i shouldn't had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for my life in poly. It has been a roller coaster ride. Ups and downs all over the place with loops and other things, but the thing that strikes me most is the sudden change of environment. The sudden introduction of massive amounts of girls has taken its effect on my character, now i'm becoming more goal orientated instead of process orientated, which is bad. And then i've been for the first time outwardly called immature. It was such a big blow to me. Firstly because it came from a girl, second was that I was so full of myself that I failed to see more than things alone. It was disheartening, I felt crushed, spoiled and on the floor. It was something i hadn't felt for a very long time indeed and maybe that was HIS way of reminding me of who I am. I was sort of flirting with her, she saw through and then boom right in my face statement. &lt;br /&gt;You could say it was your fault, you deserve it. However, if you flirt without adding a bit of ego, then what is it? I thought that to myself first, now i realise thats just called childishness. I went over the board, crossed the line that was drawn by me and perhaps her. i went beyond the medium of mutual trust and respect. I violated her dignity and I deserve what i have now, Isolation. &lt;br /&gt;At first it was hard to accept that i concluded to myself at fault. Then everything seems to fall in place. I've been irrational and irritating this few days, talking about things i should have not talked about, influencing people to do what i do. All because i wanted to feel accepted. No. stop, i have enough of my actions hurting people. I had enough of relationships, I simply had too much. &lt;br /&gt;Jaded I am and Jaded I will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-489997250486925571?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/489997250486925571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=489997250486925571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/489997250486925571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/489997250486925571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-as-it-is.html' title='Life as it is.'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-1016548768518640656</id><published>2010-03-22T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T02:20:30.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So far</title><content type='html'>So far so good. My life has just carried on with or without any disturbance. Relationships had stayed stagnant all these while.&lt;br /&gt;On the topic of relationships, I suddenly notice that when you start working, you start losing friends and get more enclosed in your own world. That for one is what i do not wish to have. Yes maybe you have some friends at the workplace but how long would they last? Until your contract ends? There are somethings in life that i wish to keep because i treasure them. These things are the basic fundamentals of life itself. Morale values is what i strongly uphold and I do not wish to betray them even in desperate times. Another is friendships, strong lasting friendships. People do change over the years... Their character and personality would change with them to better adapt to their surroundings just so that they can better survive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm at home waiting for something to happen, something good, something life changing. I need to get out of this life, boring and mundane as it is... It will be better for me to change my lifestyle and to turn over a fresh leaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why, it may be my nature to lie down and think about my past, my past mistakes especially. I made many stupid mistakes as you can tell from my previous posts. And now i am more solemn and settled. I begin to realise myself more. Knowing what you can do is the first step to knowing yourself. I realise that i feel people more easily than others. Perhaps i'm just more sensitive to my surroundings? Or is it just because i can read facial expressions better? I do not know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have stopped complaining about life and just accepted the way it is. I've reached a conclusion that if it was destined for me to be there then it is, and so be it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying now to be a good example to the company under me. The boys who will soon become young man must know how to be responsible for their actions and must be ready to face the consequences be it harsh or gentle. Tiring as it is, I will have to see them through their life and make sure that they too set a good example to their younger ones. I belief in servant leadership and i stick to it. I serve to lead people to serve and that way it influences other people to serve and lead at the same time. The best way is t get down and dirty with your men below you. To experience what thy experience and to do what they do so if any situation comes up, you know how to handle it with them in your mind. That is leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KaiKein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-1016548768518640656?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/1016548768518640656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=1016548768518640656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/1016548768518640656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/1016548768518640656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-far.html' title='So far'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-6289397191256325755</id><published>2010-02-19T08:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T08:28:25.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on my life</title><content type='html'>Okie, here's some update...&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about weird things lately, about things long gone and forgotten by the other party. And some times, i look back and think," what an idiot i was"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things are said and exchanged by words, it cannot be taken back even though an apologetic message may be uttered after the exchange, it will still be there... Etched into the other party's memories. That why regret saying somethings and not saying things that i should have said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wronged friends, broken relationships always arises from an exchange of words or perhaps an action by oneself. Hence i'll aim to be more careful and thoughtful in speaking my mind. Life's not as simple that way, thoughtful and careful planning would be needed for things to go right. Politics and the ways to answer would come to play a major part in life-to-be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost several friends due to my rashness and carelessness, stupidity and regret fills me up bit by bit when i think of how well would those relationships go and how it may blossom to become a a true blue friendship. Words are dangerous, Words spark wars, kill lives of the innocent just because someone muttered to somebody something that was meant to be kept as a secret. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things happens and does not go right, you have to handle it just as you would rejoice when it does go right. Take it up and deal with it, and hopefully it may all go right after awhile. As a crude saying puts it, " Suck it up and deal with it."&lt;br /&gt;That would probably be one of my life mottos, not just that its crude and easy to remember but also because my life to be is going to be filled with scenarios like that. Hence i take that up as my motto, and live by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, not everything may be dealt with be you. For example, my parents... They cant be solved and dealt by me, can they? So this is a good example on how this motto may fail at times, but at least i have a vision and a motto.&lt;br /&gt;Before i enter school, i want to run and keep fit. To at least look less fat and more healthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relationship with my parents is just going to worsen, I'd pray for a cure but that may just be as good as getting a cure for AIDS. So no point trying to remedy it. At the age of 21, i'm going to move out and stay alone. Anywheres better than here, be it the streets or some rented 1 room apartment which is infested with bugs. The horror of staying in this house for 1 more day is deadening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for looking at my rants,&lt;br /&gt;KaiKein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-6289397191256325755?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/6289397191256325755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=6289397191256325755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/6289397191256325755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/6289397191256325755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2010/02/update-on-my-life.html' title='Update on my life'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-1069959134491556234</id><published>2010-02-06T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T08:00:00.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money</title><content type='html'>Its all over the place. We depend and we work for it. Cold hard Cash, the tool for survival. And yet because of this we have lost meaning to life. Motivational speakers claim to be speaking for the greater good of you but guess what? You paid them!&lt;br /&gt;There are people out there that say that they want you to lead a good and meaningful life. Hence they give you guidance and assurance, after which they ask for money for the speech and "training" that they gave you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again there are people, who in spite of cost and expenses, go the extra mile to inspire and impact lives of people for the good of them. They do their best in everything they do as they do it for the Lord and not for men. Thats my motto and thats why my parent are so angry with me. Well, they say that... I'm young and don't see cost and expenses behind all the help i've rendered to my organisation. And that all I do now maybe correct in my eyes but is seen as a BIG mistake in their eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like one of those foolish people. Who give whatever they do, everything and to do the best of their abilities be it lousy or good. Then my father is resentful about my entering of a polytechnic, and one of the biggest issue is money. Every time he sees me he'll, one way or another remind me that the cost of going to a polytechnic is expensive. FINE! I'll take a scholarship i told myself. This time my mother steps in, "No son, don't worry about the expenses". Hah, my dad keeps blabbering about shirts and jeans that is going to incur a large cost. Look, even if i don't get into a poly, my JC uniform is going to cost much more than that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know... I worked before and I know how hard is it to earn that extra buck. But because i put in my all, and therefore i don't feel so tired after accomplishing something. And have the energy to keep on going, thats how i do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People also say that honesty is the best policy? I totally utterly disagree with it. Every time i tell the truth to my parents i'll get scoldings and lashings, every time i tell a lie, they'll be happy and contented. What's wrong with this world? Life has lost its meaning and honesty has become the world's greatest mistake a man can make. This is bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KaiKein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-1069959134491556234?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/1069959134491556234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=1069959134491556234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/1069959134491556234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/1069959134491556234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2010/02/money.html' title='Money'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-6513176254363949213</id><published>2010-01-31T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T23:28:07.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>Confused about what? Confused about my parent's decisions. &lt;br /&gt;I want to go to church and I know its good for me, but my parents forbade me to go. If it was during school time I understand, but its the holidays and the situation isn't getting better. Sometimes i quarrel with them on this but as usual, they act without reason and have no better explanation other than hoping I wouldn't become a pastor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most confusing part is that, my mum... actually believes in Christ and promotes me to go attend another church. So i took that for her actual motive at first.&lt;br /&gt;Then she said, "Reason is that i want you to spend more time with the family." &lt;br /&gt;When i'm actually at home, she's asleep. When i'm out she complains and to be frank with you I don't go out as often as other people when they finished their o levels. I'm   just an average joe. And i find this situation laughable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents have absolutely no idea, on how obedient I am. Yes i may defy their orders at first, but in the very end i actually would carry them out. If they say Sunday cannot go out, then I won't. Its always like this, and in the end because of them, i cancel appointments and postpone meetings to a later date, making me look like a unreliable person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when i'm at home, they say that they need to work, so i thought to myself, "I'd rather go out then!" &lt;br /&gt;"No." is the answer i always hear. Even going to the library is something of precious time outside.  &lt;br /&gt;Yes, i may disobey them in terms of trivial and stupid things, but when it comes to curfew, work, money. I always obey them willingly or reluctantly. Other people of my age are already smoking, drinking and whatnot. I? I'm just at home 24/7 playing games on my computer and maybe blogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really would wish to trade lives with my friends, for just a day...1 day. 1 day is enough. This is my plight and there is no cure for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i can only got to church fortnightly, I have half-hearted commitments due to the enormous amount of time spent at home. Its not that i'm not committed but more that i'm forced to be uncommitted and ignorant. Newspaper is not as good as the sights, sounds and touch of the outside world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regret,&lt;br /&gt;KaiKein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-6513176254363949213?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/6513176254363949213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=6513176254363949213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/6513176254363949213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/6513176254363949213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2010/01/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-659551111084673606</id><published>2010-01-26T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T08:53:28.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Set-back</title><content type='html'>You know? They sometimes say that every wound that does not kill you would make you a stronger person? And I used to retort "what if that wound cripples you? What you say to that?"&lt;br /&gt;Now as a think about it, its not so much about the physical wounds that you receive but rather the past experiences that you weathered through. I was foolish into thinking that I could strike it rich by going into the sales and marketing industry. How wrong I was. The first customer was to be my parents, for their health and well being. I really sincerely thought that i could help them. Guess what? my mum disapprove of it and I was taken aback. After her good bout of scolding and tongue lashing, i slowly dawned to realise... The good things that they speak of, the pay that they promise you, the job, fame and money. It was all too good, too good to be true. And after serious pounding of it on the toilet bowl. I saw the reason for all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company just needs everyone of their workers to sell the product to their parents as well as bring in their friends, then the friends would do the same. The way to achieve that? Propaganda and promises.  I fell for their trick, bringing in two friends of mine. Almost did them in. Now i'm in a deep pile of shit with a very messy                 resume and mindset. I was once a strong believer of their products and i always thought that my mentors meant me no harm. But now I see, I see the truth and I see the intentions of the company. And I take pity and sympathy for my mentors. They did mean me no harm, they did coach and guide m through this particular segment of my life. And I thank them for that, learnt alot from them and i would really hope to continue being friends with them. They have ventured too deep into this pile of shit to actually get out. Their homes are filled with their products and their lives revolve around the products. Thats why i pity and sympathies with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;KaiKein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-659551111084673606?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/659551111084673606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=659551111084673606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/659551111084673606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/659551111084673606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2010/01/set-back.html' title='Set-back'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-99208583779883227</id><published>2010-01-23T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T09:07:47.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life thus far.</title><content type='html'>I always assume silent is consent. However that is not to be in some cases. &lt;br /&gt;There was a old friend of mine, we fought over a slight issue which was my fault and lost contact right before o levels. It was devastating for me  at first, but i managed to pull myself together right before the big exams. Recently i contacted and  apologised, on the way complimenting on the good score as well as asking to be forgiven  so that we could resume contact. I haven't received any reply after 4 days, hence I thought to myself " Okay, forget it and let it go. Its not going to get you anywhere. years of friendship ha just gone down the drain. Sigh~"&lt;br /&gt;And so that is is and will ever be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of this, I tried to reconcile two of my good friends. Along the way, i betrayed one of them. Wonder whether that was a good decision, however the consequences i wish to bring those two blockheads together once again. I'm not sure thus far, for the first time in my life, I stumbled, lost my footing, however you call it. I always knew what to do or my heart always pointed the direction to me. Now? Its as if I'm thrown in the middle of the dessert with nothing and I'm supposed to find a way out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there are things that are best left at that and that i should not try to be nosey. The story of my friends can be posted at a later date when I finished the episode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;KaiKein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-99208583779883227?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/99208583779883227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=99208583779883227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/99208583779883227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/99208583779883227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-thus-far.html' title='Life thus far.'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-8117414097614116855</id><published>2010-01-20T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T08:11:08.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New life</title><content type='html'>Now that i finished my O levels, i have much more free time to spare and can do a lot more things, meaningful things. I've been going round jumping and all to lose some of those stubborn weight... Its been quite fun, especially when u excersise with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, i kinda hooked on this game called BlackShot. It has a dedicated server in Singapore and its kinda fun to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched for jobs and landed one at Venture Era. Its something like a sales promoter and i earn the commission from a sales of a product. which is good =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to east coast park today to cycle with my friends... Not bad, nearly got a sun burn and all but overall it was fun, planning to do it again this fortnight but this time i wanna go to Pulau Ubin, an offshore island. We'll be close to nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, signing off.&lt;br /&gt;KaiKein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-8117414097614116855?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/8117414097614116855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=8117414097614116855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/8117414097614116855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/8117414097614116855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-life.html' title='New life'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-4433790534992370943</id><published>2010-01-19T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T08:08:18.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More active</title><content type='html'>Hey, now that i have my own laptop, i can post more regularly instead of every month or so one time. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i really think that time will heal all wounds. Take for example, an old friend of mine which i wronged in the first place has at least messaged me on facebook on my O level results. Hey! Not bad eh? Of cos i replied and we talked. Ain't that good?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-4433790534992370943?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/4433790534992370943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=4433790534992370943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/4433790534992370943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/4433790534992370943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-active.html' title='More active'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-5577864547312036804</id><published>2010-01-17T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T06:51:01.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything</title><content type='html'>Okie... right now, every thing's over, settled.&lt;br /&gt;Done my JAE exercise... Its not confirmed but most likely i'll be able to get into the course I want in a polytechnic. My life after O levels has been an eye-opener. Somehow, now i prefer lesser ad lesser things. For example, last time, i do not usually wish to go to the library, much less borrow books for my studies. Now? I'm going to the library to borrow research materials and "insights" to my course, Chemical and Bio-molecular Engineering. Its like the time when we used to run around during recess has faded to the quiet serenity of your own room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I did well as compared to my peers but somehow I do not feel as contented as I ought to. I ought to be jumping with joy with a smile on my face everywhere i go, but it seems rather annoying to me that my mind wanders away to studies and material gains in my life. There were people who advised me against going to a poly, yet there were others who encouraged me to get into one since i had an idea of what i want to do in the future. Last time people said that JC were considered the elite ones, as compared to preset where graduates from either sides have much of a fair chance in their next level of education, University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I admit that previously Jc always has an extra edge over poly students, but the fact that local universities are now opening up spaces for poly students sends a strong signal to me, and the rest of Singapore, that poly has made a mark of excellence for themselves. Perviously when Singapore was still a developing country, JC was the only way to go as there was no polytechnics yet. Until the government decided to step in. So the older generation has a preconceived mindset that poly were for school drop-outs and that the "normal" route was the college education. Times have changed though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now JC graduates are labelled as "lost" or "blur" on what to do in their lives, while on the other hand, Poly students are looked upon as people with determination and hard-work. Or at least thats what i want to be looked up as and hence I'm going to prove the older generation wrong and I'm gonna make a mark of myself upon society and upon the lives of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now settled into my new house, my parents are faring much better as compared to when we were at the city area. The air here is much cleaner, or would be if there wasn't a  construction site next to us. Anyways, plenty of green scenery and gardens surrounds this little haven of ours, making it pretty green and fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna end of here after a couple of thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st i wanna thank God for pulling me through this phase of my life. And as i enter a whole new chapter, I pray hard that he would aid me as he aided me though my secondary school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd, I want to thank my parents and teachers for their enduring support for an average student like me. Parents and teachers alike, they gave me the support and the chiding meted out on me as appropriate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd, My dear friends that give me the life that i have now. Without them i wouldn't dare to have dreamt of entering a institution like this. Without their continuos support and sudden out burst of randomness, I would not have become who I am. It is a very true thing that your friends will greatly influence your life, perhaps even more than what your parents and teachers can do to change you. For good or for worse, I would always remember a few names.&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth&lt;br /&gt;Malcolm&lt;br /&gt;Sitoe&lt;br /&gt;Russell&lt;br /&gt;Guo Hao&lt;br /&gt;J ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all the best. And always, The best is yet to be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-5577864547312036804?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/5577864547312036804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=5577864547312036804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/5577864547312036804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/5577864547312036804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2010/01/everything.html' title='Everything'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-4081083582694387845</id><published>2010-01-09T08:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T08:43:11.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O levels</title><content type='html'>Hmm... I'm getting my O level results soon and i hope my work will pay off. We, students, have spent countless months practicing and absorbing everything and anything that may help us do well for this exam. Some times i may just freak out, on the surface... all is calm, but beneath me is a raging storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no time for girls and relationships, let alone getting a steady. My previous relationships has just proven me that its just not worth it. From time to time, I wonder and think on the thinks that made it fail. And sometimes i reasoned out that i am a complete jerk and was stupid. Other times, i can go into a conclusion that it wasn't my fault and that it was totally hers. Well, I'm just too young and inexperienced to be thinking of these things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now state my new year resolution.&lt;br /&gt;1. Get fit&lt;br /&gt;2. Get an A for my end year project&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-4081083582694387845?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/4081083582694387845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=4081083582694387845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/4081083582694387845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/4081083582694387845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-levels.html' title='O levels'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-8514378973263439776</id><published>2009-12-31T23:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T23:17:00.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>Its the New year people!&lt;br /&gt;But thats for all the celebration and joy, for me, it is but just another day. Okay fine, I varnished my door and some other household chores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-8514378973263439776?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/8514378973263439776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=8514378973263439776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/8514378973263439776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/8514378973263439776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-4540336325277560880</id><published>2009-12-13T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T10:21:44.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as a waiter</title><content type='html'>O levels ended long ago. Seems like eons ago since I touched books and TYS-es... Been pressured by my parents to find a part-time job. Needless to say, I became a waiter at hotels... currently, The Grand Hyatt, Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top is my boss of course, the next is my manager followed by the team captains and finally the infantry, us.&lt;br /&gt;Any complain will screw us all, so we work as a whole. As a collective body, it is hard to pin point which of us is at fault. Its not an easy job... Its mentally and physically demanding. Perhaps its only for me, but hey, I'm just not made to serve people like that... Sometimes life just turns on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking lately about her, problem was that she was afraid of gossips and all... but now, its just the two of us and we can heck what the others say about us. That was the main reason she wanted to break... but now that the reason is void, I was thinking of getting back to her. Seems impossible though, I think she went through alot before and after O levels. When u come from a single gender school, gossips tend to spread faster than mixed schools(or so i found out)and that pride and social status matters much more than anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I was so angry that time...so much so that i deleted her number and email address along with facebook and anything that has to do with her. Now i want to be friends and she's like ignoring me. I don't know... lost on what to do. I'm regretting my stupid impulsive decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its just serving people my main priority. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going off,&lt;br /&gt;KaiKein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-4540336325277560880?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/4540336325277560880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=4540336325277560880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/4540336325277560880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/4540336325277560880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-as-waiter.html' title='Life as a waiter'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-1533933959849001941</id><published>2009-09-18T06:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T06:01:47.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm fine....really</title><content type='html'>Okay lah, got past her&lt;br /&gt;but still got this aching sensation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-1533933959849001941?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/1533933959849001941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=1533933959849001941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/1533933959849001941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/1533933959849001941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-finereally.html' title='I&apos;m fine....really'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-8181887134026269110</id><published>2009-09-17T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T05:17:35.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>Gone, &lt;br /&gt;was the friend I once knew,&lt;br /&gt;Gone,&lt;br /&gt;is the friendship that once was.&lt;br /&gt;Gone,&lt;br /&gt;is one of the most cared person in my life,&lt;br /&gt;Gone,&lt;br /&gt;'cause of a simple slip of tongue.&lt;br /&gt;Gone,&lt;br /&gt;is the liveliness inside me,&lt;br /&gt;Gone,&lt;br /&gt;and came an empty shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is gone, there is no meaning now. &lt;br /&gt;I live to live and I feel so empty, so much so that i can implode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty is my life,&lt;br /&gt;Empty is my shell.&lt;br /&gt;Empty is the meaning of life,&lt;br /&gt;Empty is now my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I used to care for you. Now, even if I wanted to, I cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, farewell and may you prosper without me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-8181887134026269110?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/8181887134026269110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=8181887134026269110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/8181887134026269110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/8181887134026269110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2009/09/gone.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-3207538128764738639</id><published>2009-07-01T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T07:50:26.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Headache</title><content type='html'>Yes, as you may have heard, the ACS carnival has been pushed back to 14th november. one day after our O levels!&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to sell my coupons and because most of my network of friends are sec 4, i simply cannot get them to buy the tickets at first...i wonder now that the date has been pushed back, would they buy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I lost a dear friend, deleted me from FB and not replying to my messages... Hoping that she would get back to me. really saddens me to think that people fall out so easily and for no apparent reason too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've no idea what i did... perhaps i broke my promise? but very unlikely... Have to leave fro now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust takes a long time to build, but can be destroyed in a blink of an eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-3207538128764738639?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/3207538128764738639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=3207538128764738639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/3207538128764738639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/3207538128764738639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2009/07/headache.html' title='Headache'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-8354557549241950451</id><published>2009-05-24T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T08:00:54.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams...</title><content type='html'>Alright...I'm sick, or rather was sick. So I'm taking a day off tomorrow from school. &lt;br /&gt;So far... my exam results are averaging... no As, but got failures. 1st up was physics which i pinned most of my hope on, got a B4 while chemistry got a B3. Nest was Add maths with a C6 and geography with a E8(which isn't something to be proud of). Even though i don not know my other results, my best guess is that i failed E-maths and Combined humanities too. English is on the line and thats all of my subjects. Not something to be proud of but on the average i did well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;KaiKein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-8354557549241950451?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/8354557549241950451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=8354557549241950451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/8354557549241950451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/8354557549241950451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2009/05/exams.html' title='Exams...'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-9167571943088856788</id><published>2009-04-19T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T08:11:31.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressure!</title><content type='html'>Gosh,&lt;br /&gt;Life's like that.... unappreciative parents and overly paranoid teachers. And they are actually on the right side and i understand their anxiety! As in, i know the reason behind studying and the reason to be successful in life - But this is so not me! I don't feel myself and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Today just had tuition and it was quite amusing. My A maths tutor was particularly naggy  today - maybe eaten the wrong medicine this morning?&lt;br /&gt;My chemistry was around the same, jokes and laughter are just part and parcel of my education in the class. I've still got a bunch of undone homework and i'm blogging...oh dam! Sigh~ O levels. one of the worst exams you have to take. &lt;br /&gt;Facebook is quite fun but is getting boring already. Its like friendster at it's peak. Soon it'll die off and next a barren social network with just a few die-hard fans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the latest updates of my life... Got promoted to Warrant Officer and achieved the Best Boy award all in the same day!!! Was over the moon man! Somehow i feel kinda empty and the fiery flare that was in me just a few months ago has died down to just a flicker. Sometimes i just wonder, when you're at the top, what's there to work for besides staying at the top?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to pick up the most precise language i the world- Latin. Needless to say, i failed. Sigh~ maybe life's just studying, and other mundane activities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;KaiKein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-9167571943088856788?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/9167571943088856788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=9167571943088856788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/9167571943088856788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/9167571943088856788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2009/04/pressure.html' title='Pressure!'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-6955879031065971812</id><published>2009-03-26T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T05:16:56.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's like that</title><content type='html'>Gosh... tomorrow's my Chinese paper and here I am writing to you...&lt;br /&gt;I may be going back to church this coming sunday though... My mum and me patched up quite a bit. Now She and I are more tolerant to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori - &lt;br /&gt;It is sweet and fitting to die for one's country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-6955879031065971812?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/6955879031065971812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=6955879031065971812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/6955879031065971812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/6955879031065971812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2009/03/lifes-like-that.html' title='Life&apos;s like that'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-3096267197693965112</id><published>2009-02-06T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T06:29:24.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time.</title><content type='html'>Long time since i posted on my blog already.&lt;br /&gt;Life's been smooth so far, with a camp coming up- my next major project. So far my camp coordinator is doing well( relative comparison to the worst ). I'm doing everything for him and i have to give him the credit, and it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love life has been inactive- I'm not gay- just talking to the opposite side less and lesser. Feel much better though...able to concentrate on my work more and more. Learning more stuff in school than i used to, understand concepts better and faster.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm saying girls are an distraction...its just that, I don't need to keep worrying bout how she thinks of me or weather she likes me. And that, by the way is quite a heavy thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mental and physical strength both increased or rather, developed.&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm not entirely satisfied with my Mum's policy and still is arguing with her on most counts.I wish that could change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KaiKein - The Absence of colour is a colour Itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-3096267197693965112?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/3096267197693965112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=3096267197693965112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/3096267197693965112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/3096267197693965112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-time.html' title='Long time.'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-1106010631945215718</id><published>2009-01-17T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T07:39:47.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>Sitting in front of my computer screen.... I dont know what to write,&lt;br /&gt;See, was checking my friends on facebook until i came upon this name that echoes way back into time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-1106010631945215718?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/1106010631945215718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=1106010631945215718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/1106010631945215718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/1106010631945215718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2009/01/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-1549730757572616627</id><published>2009-01-03T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T04:16:11.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lone Ranger</title><content type='html'>Somehow after being out of touch with girls for bout say...1 month? I've lost and found a few things, and learned from it.&lt;br /&gt;I've realised that whenever I'm in crowded areas, i see guys and girls holding hands and laughing at each others jokes, i look towards myself and sigh, or rather i look at myself and cry. Filled with spite and jealousy. I thought to myself, why would i want to get into a relationship so early? Early in the sense that-I'm still 15 maybe round 16? yea but still, dont u think that's a bit young? &lt;br /&gt;Everytime i pass by Kallang, i feel this emptiness, i would flashback to the times i use to go there...actually 2 times. My previous crush's home... &lt;br /&gt;Would i be foolish to lust and go for look's and not what inside? Or would i prefer to overlook the apperance and appreciate the inner beauty?&lt;br /&gt;Lost and confused...I leave it up to fate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-1549730757572616627?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/1549730757572616627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=1549730757572616627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/1549730757572616627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/1549730757572616627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2009/01/lone-ranger.html' title='Lone Ranger'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-3375814413599715460</id><published>2008-09-18T06:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T06:11:38.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More videos...</title><content type='html'>Ok so i dont plan to make this blog a vid blog but...its too farnie! Its about Singapore's ERP. And some other videos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="315" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JoTqRQ29Od8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JoTqRQ29Od8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="315" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="315" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/stP8p9bihOE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/stP8p9bihOE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="315" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-3375814413599715460?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/3375814413599715460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=3375814413599715460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/3375814413599715460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/3375814413599715460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-videos.html' title='More videos...'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-2997936216074975093</id><published>2008-09-11T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T06:55:43.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos</title><content type='html'>This is a video of a game...made by its gamer...quite nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iYEaPLCCIrY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iYEaPLCCIrY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8r4jIyFnc-4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8r4jIyFnc-4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fktd4FbvG3E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fktd4FbvG3E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eVAHVaqcpyc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eVAHVaqcpyc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-2997936216074975093?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/2997936216074975093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=2997936216074975093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/2997936216074975093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/2997936216074975093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2008/09/videos.html' title='Videos'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-1359971594871923440</id><published>2008-09-07T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:39:22.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school</title><content type='html'>Argh...dammit. Going back to school...I'm writing this post in the wee hours of the morning just before i put on my uniform and setting of. Getting tired...its been 8 years of education already and a long way since i was 7. Now i'm 15 and i'm still studying. I realised that we are going nowhere untill we are of legal age. For now its just school, bastards and bitchy teachers + homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KaiKein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-1359971594871923440?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/1359971594871923440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=1359971594871923440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/1359971594871923440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/1359971594871923440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-3644529245360567245</id><published>2008-08-29T07:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T06:20:26.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wall-E</title><content type='html'>This movie so resembles my life, except for the fact that i'm not a robot...&lt;br /&gt;The desperate attempts that Wall-E makes to get Eve's attention, makes me laugh, for it resembles me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ZX0hSX0X98&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ZX0hSX0X98&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-3644529245360567245?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/3644529245360567245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=3644529245360567245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/3644529245360567245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/3644529245360567245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2008/08/wall-e.html' title='Wall-E'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-1330124541862266169</id><published>2008-08-27T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T07:53:04.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me,</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure about me, i feel like i don't know myself yet, and in my perspective, everyone is changing...&lt;br /&gt;I've only know a few things though...&lt;br /&gt;I've not changed on my friends policy- I treasure my friends more than material gains.&lt;br /&gt;and the saddest thing of all is- will they return the favour and treasure me?&lt;br /&gt;No, i've got people saying sorry for what they have done wrong and 1 week later...it goes back to what it used to be. No, humans cant be trusted when they say sorry.&lt;br /&gt;We don't know what that word means, we so often take it for granted that when you apologise, you will be forgiven. No, that word has a much more powerful meaning to me.&lt;br /&gt;It means that you will not do it agian on purpose or will try to avoid it and it is a promise you make to the offended! Not some...say-and-forget sort of thing. It symbolises a sign of defeat or truce. And the worse thing of all, When they offend you agian, they say the word agian and agian and agian, and i'm stuck on weather to forgive them? These are the very people for my last post about friends...they kick you when u're down on the ground. They laugh in your face just because you did badly. Oh but when they are in need, i offer my help and the take it, after that they forget it. What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;My dearest of friends betrayed me, backstabbed and shaft his stinking remarks into my face.&lt;br /&gt;My dearest of friends insulted me, critised me for what i did not do framed me for whatever reasons.&lt;br /&gt;My most trusted friend turned his back on me when i needed him.&lt;br /&gt;This is my life, and it breaks my heart just to reflect on it. Its tiring to hate a enemy...what more if you hate your friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely and broken,&lt;br /&gt;Stabbed and betrayed,&lt;br /&gt;open and vulnerable,&lt;br /&gt;cursed and down,&lt;br /&gt;desperate and in need,&lt;br /&gt;KaiKein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-1330124541862266169?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/1330124541862266169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=1330124541862266169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/1330124541862266169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/1330124541862266169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2008/08/me.html' title='Me,'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-4792059226772712866</id><published>2008-07-27T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T08:34:29.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Her</title><content type='html'>Today as i got into tuition class, i saw her.&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; remind myself that i ought to at least try to get her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt; number or at the very least, her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt; contact.&lt;br /&gt;Then the lesson started, and i find myself looking at her, from across the room, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not writing, which is pretty often. I admire her soft hair, her very beautiful side profile, her high cheek bones, her hollowed cheeks, pale and soft. And now and then, she would look up and look around and when she does that, i would look back at my task at hand. Afraid to be noticed. And often &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; too slow and got noticed, my cheeks would burn when our gazes meet. If so happens that she asked a question, i would hear it carefully for she rarely speaks and her voice is as sweet as honey, soft and delicate, light as a feather and yet as clear as a crystal. They way she stood, sat, walked, makes me feel like a rough and barbaric caveman. And yet shes cheerful and happy. For 3 months i noticed her. And never did i once had the courage to go up to her. At that present time, whenever she smiled, it would be etched into my memory.&lt;br /&gt;So 1 day, i decided to go up to her. My plan was to catch her after class for she left the classroom last. However i was determined to ask, my mouth and tongue would stop me. I walked pass her and my heart jumped to my throat, every single time. 1 day i whispered her name softly as i walked pass her, she responded and i was going to die of a heart attack. I said that i was trying to start remembering &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; name and bade her farewell. As i walked on, i cursed my petite courage and spat on the fact that i stumbled and would most probably sound stupid and lame. I cannot start to describe the feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; i see her. It would be almost like heaven except for the gravity... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Everytime&lt;/span&gt; i see her, my head would fill with this soft buzzing sound that is both pleasing and irritating at the same time, but i don't mind.I would taste honey on my tongue and feel like floating away if nothing was there to hold me down. Due to my inadequate english command, i would be unable to describe my thoughts, emotions and feeling across properly.&lt;br /&gt;My hope is to contact her and maybe watch a few movies with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KaiKein, deprived.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-4792059226772712866?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/4792059226772712866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=4792059226772712866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/4792059226772712866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/4792059226772712866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2008/07/her.html' title='Her'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-7381507744612708328</id><published>2008-07-24T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T06:32:51.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends and its complications.</title><content type='html'>Well...say if Your friend started to humiliate you and insult you...for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;Will you get tired of it? Yes..No? i dont care...but if u were as tolerant as me to withstand that rampaging insult for near 6 months...will u get pissed of?&lt;br /&gt;He plays practical jokes, and says its not his fault. What will you call that?&lt;br /&gt;He goes around spreading rumors and trying to destroy ur privacy...What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Worse of all, copied my work, my effort and claims the credit? I let him copy coz hes my friend! And he steals my work and gets away with it.&lt;br /&gt;He goes around insulting my crush, my name, my works and then say sorry. Next moment hes doing it agian.&lt;br /&gt;He calls me a despo, just because i added his friend and so happens to be a girl! i mean...That girl looks like my previous neighbour so i though she might be but it turned out the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;He laughs at your face when u are down and asks for help when he dosent understand concepts, And as a friend i helped him.&lt;br /&gt;Withstood him for near 6 months. And best, i knew him for close to 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of friend do you call that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-7381507744612708328?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/7381507744612708328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=7381507744612708328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/7381507744612708328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/7381507744612708328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2008/07/friends-and-its-complications.html' title='Friends and its complications.'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-7113904970132170966</id><published>2008-07-07T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T07:07:48.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CSM...</title><content type='html'>Well...got through the first week of sch just fine...just felt bit tired and getting used to it.&lt;br /&gt;I got the company seargent major role for the BB...but thats not i wanted -.-&lt;br /&gt;so, anyways i'm still gonna do it. 我不下地狱谁下地狱？&lt;br /&gt;I planned the first parade and my Deputy ran it...&lt;br /&gt;So came the crushing defeat of my band in the compititon...i did'nt know how we lost?! and i still cant stomach it.&lt;br /&gt;i dun want to say much bout my position neither will i boast bout it.&lt;br /&gt;met a new friend named violet, shes in my link. If you knew her, i dont think u will be able to walk comfortably out with her on the streets. However, i've had friends like that in my life before. And for goodness sake shes only like that because of high expectations from her parents. &lt;br /&gt;I symphatise for her and i'll pray that she turn a new leaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u ever by chance come and visit my blog violet, Please, take heed of jia hou's and my advise.&lt;br /&gt;We both led lifes intresting and hard. We know how you feel or what u will do if in this situation or that. Life, death and luck are all minor but impacting parts of our lives. Yes i wont deny we nvr had the misfortune to go to where you've been and neither of us have been in your situation. But we think for our good and our future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take criticism with a open mind and improve so that you wont be critised anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warmest regards&lt;br /&gt;Kai Kein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-7113904970132170966?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/7113904970132170966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=7113904970132170966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/7113904970132170966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/7113904970132170966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2008/07/csm.html' title='CSM...'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-765494324799265867</id><published>2008-06-20T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T06:33:36.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OBS (outward bound school)</title><content type='html'>Wow...i just came back from a gruesome 5D4N camp in pulau ubin.&lt;br /&gt;blardy hell, the 1st day i went there i wazs like...wth am i doing here?&lt;br /&gt;And then on the last day i was like...wth am i going to do when i reach home?!&lt;br /&gt;Here's the details......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: Ice breakers and stuff like that. got a cool instructor Hai-ri. Then we did some climbing and stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: More climbing and by this time i was getting to get to know some people. The meals were terrible as we cooked ourself and did not as well as expected-.-&lt;br /&gt;We went for a little bit of kayaking and then we camped at a totally run down campsite. We cooked our self a dinner using nautral fire with the very warming and welcoming mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3:We did a lot of trekking and walking with a heavy bag pack, felt like lifting 20kg...alot of ppl cant take it or was on the verge of dying...We then took a dip at a frest water quarry and then camped out on the beach. At night we planned for the big thing, a 16km KAYAKING trip that was to last a little more that 10 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: OMG the kayak trip ended very early. About 3 hours before expected time. we were so dam happy! i dun want to tell the details bout the trip cause theres a lot of things that happened!&lt;br /&gt;lazy type sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5: The last and the saddest day. good bye to everyone and everything.T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-765494324799265867?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/765494324799265867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=765494324799265867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/765494324799265867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/765494324799265867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2008/06/obs-outward-bound-school.html' title='OBS (outward bound school)'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-1290219449927839559</id><published>2008-05-27T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T05:18:47.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juniors camp</title><content type='html'>Hi, long time no post. its after my exams(Yay), but i have a whole load of camps coming up. sticking to my post title...&lt;br /&gt;i'll write bout the juniors camp...&lt;br /&gt;i was the Food I/C and i keep forgetting minor things like cups and cordials...&lt;br /&gt;So i was always in a rush before meal times...haize...looking after chattering primary school kids is no easy feat...&lt;br /&gt;And the are blardy pampered!!! omgosh lar...1 guy got hit by a water bomb and started crying....we were like -.^&lt;br /&gt;so...another big case sia...this guy, apparently never listen to the guy infront of him and walked straight ahead( we were playing night walk with blindfolds) so obviously he fell down...but he fell into a very deep ditch with lots of sharp edges...and got a big cut on his forehead. Blood was everywhere...i was'nt there but the first aiders recounted the story to me. So i was like OMG how's he? then i rushed to investigate...i saw the blood trails and a pool of them where he should have rested to get treated by the first aiders...whao...all the seniors could'nt sleep untill bout 2am... so all very tired and grumpy when we first woke up...it was chaotic there....total madness...imagine a bunch of small kids going wild in a small room shouting their lungs off...and then there was a chain effect...painc sets in...so a guy named timothy(i think)got an astmah attack and i gotta take care of him...on top of that, his inhaler is in the bunk which is locked and whose key is with the teacher and that teacher is in the hospital wiht the boy that fell down....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blardy unlucky...but the rest of the camp went on smoothly...w/o any farnie thing hapening...&lt;br /&gt;Praying so hard at night b4 i slp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'ya next time,&lt;br /&gt;KaiKein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ny the way, Renia, take it easy and within ur strides, losing a loved one is not always easy to handle but i'll bet that she is worried for you too just that she dosent want you to know it =D take care of yourself now and relax, let everything fall into place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-1290219449927839559?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/1290219449927839559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=1290219449927839559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/1290219449927839559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/1290219449927839559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2008/05/juniors-camp.html' title='Juniors camp'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-8066763068196278990</id><published>2008-05-16T08:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T08:21:29.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=.=</title><content type='html'>And i'll try to get a new blogskin...this one's getting on my nerves...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-8066763068196278990?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/8066763068196278990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=8066763068196278990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/8066763068196278990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/8066763068196278990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='=.='/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-770585851667088933</id><published>2008-05-16T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T08:19:06.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Hard journey...</title><content type='html'>OMG...EXAMS IS FINALLY OVER !!!!! yea but my results are not as expected...&lt;br /&gt;well i'm pretty happy for my chemistry...not happy with my A-Maths, E-maths and whos knows what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going for dental operation tmr and well i'm scred outta my wits now...i'll fill u in the details for the exams..&lt;br /&gt;english...we sat there like a rock, wrote like a robot and thought our brains off...&lt;br /&gt;maths was horrible! too many question, too hard with too little time!&lt;br /&gt;chinese-.- blardy got a stomach ache half way through the paper...could'nt concentrate and may fail D=&lt;br /&gt;Science...was a breeze...nth difficult nth complex...&lt;br /&gt;History and SS...SS got so much to write with so little time...dint complete 1 question...while history was just nice....&lt;br /&gt;Geography...it was all okay untill we found out that the most stupidest teacher is marking our scripts...&lt;br /&gt;DnT...best lar...sat in a frezzing air-con room for 2 hrs! i thought i've got icicles froming on the tip of my nose -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....i got a new computer for my hardwork...and fell sick cause my cousin transmitted that blardy flu virus to me =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaikein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-770585851667088933?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/770585851667088933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=770585851667088933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/770585851667088933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/770585851667088933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2008/05/long-hard-journey.html' title='Long Hard journey...'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-7306509734695406157</id><published>2008-04-28T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T06:56:34.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still mugging -.-</title><content type='html'>OMG lar...the exams are like taking 4EVER to come...i feel so dam depressed...although the 1st paper is on this friday (todays tuesday)&lt;br /&gt;Haize...mugging like mad dog...or should i say dogs? I dont know man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post some other time ba...&lt;br /&gt;C'ya ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-7306509734695406157?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/7306509734695406157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=7306509734695406157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/7306509734695406157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/7306509734695406157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2008/04/still-mugging.html' title='Still mugging -.-'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-8250306734375178582</id><published>2008-04-22T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T06:16:29.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well,</title><content type='html'>Alright...its not exactly exams over period...but i'm studying OK??&lt;br /&gt;anyways....i was like acting on impulse...i went to spar with my senior - -&lt;br /&gt;waliao...he kick like some siao kia...and its bloody pain...what could i do? Obviously used my hand to block the kick right?&lt;br /&gt;and i sustained a lot of injuries...i was say...taking damage rather than dealing...cause he was too strong for me...&lt;br /&gt;His kick totally disabled my arm...although i did push him to a corner...haize...HE tOOK AIKIDO...and i like what? white belt for wu shu =.=...no chance man...not a single freakking chance...&lt;br /&gt;Resting and hoping my arm will be okay by exams...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-8250306734375178582?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/8250306734375178582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=8250306734375178582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/8250306734375178582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/8250306734375178582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2008/04/well.html' title='Well,'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-4631876375984242776</id><published>2008-04-08T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T03:26:25.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damned...</title><content type='html'>Now i chionging my exams...mug like siao like that...so for the next 1 month or so u wont see me online nor will u see any other posts....&lt;br /&gt;Btw, if u want to add me then feel free to add me via msn or friendster...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-4631876375984242776?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/4631876375984242776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=4631876375984242776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/4631876375984242776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/4631876375984242776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2008/04/damned.html' title='Damned...'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-2510950328364163829</id><published>2008-03-21T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T05:46:23.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>empty husk</title><content type='html'>i am just a living human husk...no feelings, no emotions. i am dead on the inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-2510950328364163829?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/2510950328364163829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=2510950328364163829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/2510950328364163829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/2510950328364163829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2008/03/empty-husk.html' title='empty husk'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-537548163109459242</id><published>2008-03-10T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T20:14:51.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back to normal...</title><content type='html'>Hi...&lt;br /&gt;sigh...past 2 days has been horrible...with my crush saying that i am a stranger...&lt;br /&gt;now..its a bit better...she said she dun want to hurt me but she dosen't like me...&lt;br /&gt;well from that i can assume that she cares for my feelings...but i cant blame her cause i asked her to reply me frankly..&lt;br /&gt;so yea...well, at least she cares...&lt;br /&gt;sent her a note about how i met her and how i got to know her...&lt;br /&gt;what was my feelings at that point of time and how rejected i felt after saturday...(last post)&lt;br /&gt;well...now i still have a chance to get to know her...shes not that cold to me afterall...&lt;br /&gt;and i still love her no matter what(but i love God more =D).&lt;br /&gt;Now...any of you have tips as to how to make a girl like you...pls PLS tag it...at my tagboard!&lt;br /&gt;thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo kai kein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Kele i wont give up even though u dont like me...at the most i'll be a single till my life ends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-537548163109459242?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/537548163109459242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=537548163109459242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/537548163109459242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/537548163109459242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-to-normal.html' title='back to normal...'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-4055812491225407792</id><published>2008-03-08T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T06:36:13.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt, broken, betrayed</title><content type='html'>i was crazy..&lt;br /&gt;y did i even think bout it? never did i thought in any cicumstances...&lt;br /&gt;My love turned into hatred..draining my will of life into a void...&lt;br /&gt;hurt... my love...i wan u back..but i cant...desiring to bring u joy...but lack the power...&lt;br /&gt;My heart cries out to you... i said 'hello' ...insides are screaming that i love you...so hard that everytime i look upon your face..my hearts melts from the heat of screaming...&lt;br /&gt;now theres nothing...nothing to like, nothing to say, no reason to smile, no reason to live...&lt;br /&gt;feel like dying, feel like losing myself in the wilderness...&lt;br /&gt;nvr coming back...nvr finding my life agian...&lt;br /&gt;my great great love for her has turned into the equavalent amount of hatred...only hope still remains...very little of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-4055812491225407792?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/4055812491225407792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=4055812491225407792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/4055812491225407792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/4055812491225407792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2008/03/hurt-broken-betrayed.html' title='Hurt, broken, betrayed'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-5825553452521062346</id><published>2008-03-05T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T06:03:18.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life-hard as it is...</title><content type='html'>OMG lar...my P.E. teacher damn xiong one leh...he also happens to be my T I/C for my CCA...&lt;br /&gt;10 rounds around 3 basketball courts...&lt;br /&gt;and the 400m of sprints...after every 40 meters...got like 10 push ups, 10 crunches, 20sec of bridge, 10tuck-jumps, 10 star jumps...(1,2,3,4, 2,2,3,4...counting...)...3 pull-ups(non-assisted) 5 pull ups(assisted).&lt;br /&gt;whole class nearly died...i'd rather run 2.4km than this next time...&lt;br /&gt;My whole body is aching...and i just realised that my  c***h is as short as 158 cm...i wish she would grow taller... i need to hit 170cm... AND MY BMI IS 23.6....WTH lar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best of luck guys...&lt;br /&gt;Woo Kai Kein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-5825553452521062346?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/5825553452521062346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=5825553452521062346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/5825553452521062346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/5825553452521062346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-hard-as-it-is.html' title='life-hard as it is...'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-344545891248509417</id><published>2008-03-03T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T01:07:02.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp</title><content type='html'>OMG... finally finish camp..damn exhausted and exhilirated...&lt;br /&gt;the nasty parts of it were the recruits( making a lot of noise)&lt;br /&gt;the nice parts were the activities...&lt;br /&gt;night walks, games, first aid practical test...and more...&lt;br /&gt;we got to know our juniours better and shouted alot(yea kenneth i can shout..)&lt;br /&gt;so i guess thats through way the things appear...&lt;br /&gt;nothing much...the food was okay&lt;br /&gt;the activities were fun,&lt;br /&gt;the sleeping time was way too short..&lt;br /&gt;well..all for 1 and 1 for all they say.&lt;br /&gt;1st day was like rubbish...we went in for the lecture and guess what? i could'nt hear the officer talk at all! So i screamed at my juniors to quiten down....it worked...not for long..&lt;br /&gt;then my batch started shouting at them to shut up..it turned out rather awful...&lt;br /&gt;well i got to know 1 of them..melvin...nice guy... obey orders...and most importantly...he nvr gives up...(dicovered that during the night walk..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admire him for that and i should think that the rest should follow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ovrall i enjoyed my camp... and the next one would be in this month, March...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best of luck,&lt;br /&gt;Woo Kai Kein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-344545891248509417?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/344545891248509417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=344545891248509417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/344545891248509417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/344545891248509417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2008/03/camp.html' title='Camp'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-2388723951073614923</id><published>2008-02-26T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T06:27:32.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am so dead</title><content type='html'>wa biang...after like 6 years of waiting i finally got a crumpler..YAY...fine lar, no one clap...&lt;br /&gt;sch dam sad lar...&lt;br /&gt;my history teacher going off(and a damn good one at that!)&lt;br /&gt;My school bian guai liao...cause of new Principle...&lt;br /&gt;I got damn emo at school...&lt;br /&gt;have a hell load of Awards to settle...(dan i'll get u for that)&lt;br /&gt;performing for founder's day ^_^ so is my whole band...&lt;br /&gt;My IE spoilt...&lt;br /&gt;Have a c***h on someone(i'll not say who..)&lt;br /&gt;find out that word 4 urself...&lt;br /&gt;ran 2.4km in 13mins....BARKER ROAD BABY YEA!&lt;br /&gt;reflected on what i did for the past week...&lt;br /&gt;polish my boots...&lt;br /&gt;and screwed it up...&lt;br /&gt;My whole class failed the Emaths and Amaths test...&lt;br /&gt;loving chemistry...&lt;br /&gt;loving physics...&lt;br /&gt;loving my sciences...&lt;br /&gt;hating languages...&lt;br /&gt;liking DnT&lt;br /&gt;neutral on geography...&lt;br /&gt;and getting sad on history...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found out this for myself...&lt;br /&gt;Things that hurts the most also teaches the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best of luck to whoever that reads my blog..&lt;br /&gt;AND CAN U ALL PLEASE POST????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-2388723951073614923?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/2388723951073614923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=2388723951073614923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/2388723951073614923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/2388723951073614923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-so-dead.html' title='i am so dead'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-110912779831741226</id><published>2008-01-19T23:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T23:43:01.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>school...</title><content type='html'>its the third week of school and i am suffering...&lt;br /&gt;saw all my teachers and i dont really like all of them. Well, guess i have to stick through it then!&lt;br /&gt;as i was saying...its the third week and already the school have some disciplinary problems..  saddening.&lt;br /&gt;Like my class. 3b3 U ROXXX&lt;br /&gt;damn nice. a very kind teacher for a form teacher. i mean how good can it get???&lt;br /&gt;signing off xD&lt;br /&gt;wookaikein =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-110912779831741226?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/110912779831741226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=110912779831741226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/110912779831741226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/110912779831741226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2008/01/school.html' title='school...'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-8455673331497796413</id><published>2008-01-10T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T04:38:19.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY day gone bad!</title><content type='html'>=.= as my title said,&lt;br /&gt;its my day gone bad....my chemistry SPA(science practical assesment) was ruined to the fact that my table's hydrochloric acid is contaminated with some other chemical!! so when i observed my test results...the expected results was'nt there and thus i got a low mark for that....STUPID BUGGERS THAT CAN'T TELL LABEL FROM LABEL MUST BE ERADICATED!!! Nah....jk^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-8455673331497796413?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/8455673331497796413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=8455673331497796413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/8455673331497796413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/8455673331497796413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-day-gone-bad.html' title='MY day gone bad!'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-5256405547101387516</id><published>2008-01-08T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T04:39:45.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosh what a school day....</title><content type='html'>SHIITTTT&lt;br /&gt; school started  T_T. Well, suppoes i gotta work hard now on eh?&lt;br /&gt;tell u bout' my 1st day in school.....&lt;br /&gt;met my teachers...horrible, funny, strict, sarcastic and humourous...not a bad combination eh?&lt;br /&gt;i went for Pure sciences and took up design and technology.Hope its ok....i mean its on top of the 8 subjects i take and i took part in OM(odyssey of the mind...or i think thats how u spell O)&lt;br /&gt;fear the worst and hope for the best =)&lt;br /&gt;Good-day to you and all who reads my blog xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-5256405547101387516?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/5256405547101387516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=5256405547101387516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/5256405547101387516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/5256405547101387516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2008/01/gosh-what-school-day.html' title='Gosh what a school day....'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-6279296331184945765</id><published>2007-11-29T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T22:21:25.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yeah</title><content type='html'>Thx for the prayers(i knew it u all love me =X) for my sister's recovery...shes recovered YAY !!&lt;br /&gt;now i wanna write about a recent but depressing news....a girl from a certain school passed on to the other side while climbing mount kinabalu(or some other mountain in malaysia.....nt sure which one..)&lt;br /&gt;she suffered shortness of breath B4 passing on(what a way to go T.T)&lt;br /&gt;give mourns and realise how lucky we are sitting here looking at this post....&lt;br /&gt;Untill next time-&lt;br /&gt;VV0o K/-\I K3i l\l&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-6279296331184945765?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/6279296331184945765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=6279296331184945765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/6279296331184945765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/6279296331184945765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-yeah.html' title='oh yeah'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-3032009584123976459</id><published>2007-11-28T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T01:34:02.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Delimia</title><content type='html'>aiyoyo...my sister fell sick T.T caught the virus in Hong Kong(i think=x)&lt;br /&gt;so stayed at home wif her. And my mum took 2 days child leave T_T(my poor sad life)&lt;br /&gt;Pls pray for her speedy recovery. her symptoms are vomiting, headache, fever(39.3 degrees Celsius 0.0).&lt;br /&gt;bored to death-&lt;br /&gt;VVo0 K/-\I K3iN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-3032009584123976459?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/3032009584123976459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=3032009584123976459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/3032009584123976459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/3032009584123976459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-delimia.html' title='My Delimia'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-8209490436990238764</id><published>2007-11-25T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T23:31:54.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Home xDD</title><content type='html'>All right ! back home ler^_^ ain't that great?&lt;br /&gt;right.. i promised to tell u avout the flight back...well,nth much&lt;br /&gt;air turbulances and nice shows(The Simpson's Movie , Hair Spray etc.)&lt;br /&gt;made 2 new frens(nt bad nt bad) and slept through the landing part(i think)&lt;br /&gt;So thats about it BTW i reccommend all who read this blog to read this good book called: The Black Book of Secrets by F.E Higgins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off&lt;br /&gt;VV0oKaIKeiN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-8209490436990238764?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/8209490436990238764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=8209490436990238764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/8209490436990238764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/8209490436990238764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2007/11/back-home-xdd.html' title='Back Home xDD'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-7066862590796509528</id><published>2007-11-24T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T19:02:16.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my hong kong trip...</title><content type='html'>yes yes i know ...nvr post for a very long time liao... sorry lor...&lt;br /&gt;Back to my trip... i am in hong kong now as i am writing this post=)&lt;br /&gt;the first day was terrible..the plane trip was jerky with me almost vomiting but i held through so lucky of me i reached the hotel in the evening and went to the nearest possible place to eat our dinner...and we loved the place..&lt;br /&gt;The food that we ate was fried rice simple lar..(i mean we got to hong kong to eat something we can eat in singapore a bit dumb hor??)&lt;br /&gt;After which we procceded into our hotel rooms and had a bath which was more'unique' than the ones we had B4(owing to the fact that the toilet bathroom has a big piece of transparent glass that is facing the room..u know what i mean)&lt;br /&gt;the next day was somewhat fun as we took a day tour around the city of Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;the following day we went to a day tour and a night tour(that wore us out)we took a topless double decker bus and climed a mountain(ok..not climb. the bus climed for us)&lt;br /&gt;the third day we went to disney land for 1 whole day and the most exciting thing was the 1 and only 1 roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;the forth day i went for a day tour and shopped at shenZhen(did a lot of price slashing)&lt;br /&gt;last day as i prepare to fly off, my family went to shop somemore and i am sitting at the hotel lobby writing this post xD Nice tour overall AND if u want to come over to hong kong, I've got some advice....&lt;br /&gt;Dont go without a tour pakage..u'll get lost&lt;br /&gt;secondly..brush up ur chinese and cantonese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untill i reach my homeland Goodbye..  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-7066862590796509528?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/7066862590796509528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=7066862590796509528' title='0 Comments'/><link 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can control it !)as usual.So that means I cannot post for bout' 2 weeks so untill next time......&lt;br /&gt;Best Wishes&lt;br /&gt;Kai Kein O.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-4171230944383797657?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/4171230944383797657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=4171230944383797657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/4171230944383797657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/4171230944383797657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2007/04/examssighzzzz.html' title='Exams..sighzzzz~~~'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-7780652474869571993</id><published>2007-04-09T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T23:40:55.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter camp</title><content type='html'>Hi.Long time no post liao.this time i changed my blogskin,as you can see,and to post about my recent camp.&lt;br /&gt;this camp is a 3d2n camp 'n' it is full of excitement like on the 1st day we had pizza and on the 2nd day we went to LAN shop and played a worthy hour full of screams and 'awwwww...'.On the night of the 2nd day though,I spilled a whole thrash bag of rotting milo along our bunks and were forced to clean up after our mess .&lt;br /&gt;The cleanup was fun as it pulls us together.this is where i will write untill. goodbye....untill next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-7780652474869571993?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/7780652474869571993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=7780652474869571993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/7780652474869571993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/7780652474869571993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter-camp.html' title='Easter camp'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-6837060932958957686</id><published>2007-02-24T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T05:12:19.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>waht happened at BB(boy's brigade) today</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It started when a high-ranking NCO blew up his ego after he became prefect and a deputy company serjent major (a very high appointment)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So as his ego was so huge,he dicided to use his power on a PARENT so as to insult her and when she made a complain he got stripped of his post and was puplicly humiliated.....a TOTAL disgrace of a boy with a humple background and the pride he possess after the good things that had happen to him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-6837060932958957686?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/6837060932958957686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3258784432244513976.post-4488473726132660311</id><published>2007-01-27T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T04:50:02.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st month of school</title><content type='html'>wa! 1st month of sch was terrible .... 1st difficult teachers&lt;br /&gt;ranking no. 1......Maths teacher = Ms kok&lt;br /&gt;ranking no. 2......Science teacher = Mrs lam&lt;br /&gt;ranking no. 3......English teacher = Mr graham whitely&lt;br /&gt;they are my 'favourite' teachers and my best 'fav' teacher is (drums roll......)&lt;br /&gt;MRS LEE SIEW LEE (art teacher) she won the 1ST PRIZE of my 'fav teachers' award !&lt;br /&gt;she is the best....every period talk about life about BORING stuff so boring that she goes like:&lt;br /&gt;God gave you five finglers to eat so you must make sure that u observe the five 'Cs'&lt;br /&gt;1st C=consideration&lt;br /&gt;2nd C=clenliness&lt;br /&gt;3rd C=canteen...etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;we were almost sleeping by the end of the speech(it was in the morning and everyone just woke up so i guess there was a lot of 'sleep in the class' cases because the next day the DM came up and told us not to DOZE off in class)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats about it i will post next ime C'ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. srry for the late post because i was really busy with my art homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-4488473726132660311?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/4488473726132660311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=4488473726132660311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/4488473726132660311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/4488473726132660311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2007/01/1st-month-of-school.html' title='1st month of school'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3258784432244513976.post-6207973791392342562</id><published>2006-12-25T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T18:36:25.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from genting</title><content type='html'>okie..i am back from Genting which was quite fun in a sense that the roller-coasters were AMAZING if u happen to be planning to go there next year,then here my advice.&lt;br /&gt;first u reach there, check-in first then buy a wrist tag for the INDOOR theme park.after u played everything you must then buy the wrist tag for the OUTDOOR theme park and then ride every single thing it will be fun..trust me..&lt;br /&gt;ok after that u must listen to my story..&lt;br /&gt;here goes...&lt;br /&gt;first we reached there we checked-in and then did the above&lt;br /&gt;theres a few rides i dare not attempt first..&lt;br /&gt;the space shot ..the one when u are high up and then they drop u down&lt;br /&gt;second the flying coaster where u will lie flat down on a machine and then ride on it ..&lt;br /&gt;third the scariest THE CORKSCREW this fantastic device lets u do corkscrews ( if u know what it is) 2 times and then do 45 degrees drop from a high place ...&lt;br /&gt;okie the end of my adventure next time i will post agian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-6207973791392342562?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/6207973791392342562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=6207973791392342562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/6207973791392342562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/6207973791392342562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2006/12/back-from-genting.html' title='Back from genting'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-7253314951049841699</id><published>2006-12-05T04:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T05:03:59.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today went to LAN(local area network)gamming center and played some match of DOTA (finally got some serious play) and had lots of fun.the best is throwing the guy into the trees and he was not able to get out HAHA i was tiny..fun and i look forward to it again.anyway i stay at home also DAMN DAMN boring so i need to exercise my fingers a bit... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-7253314951049841699?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/7253314951049841699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=7253314951049841699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/7253314951049841699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/7253314951049841699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2006/12/lan_05.html' title='LAN'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-6244826584913664089</id><published>2006-11-30T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T20:26:02.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays are so boring....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wa! this time really sian i have been playing untill cannot take it ... play agianst 5 bots(insane) and 1 me also can own m-m-m-monter KILL......ownage ! double kill! triple kill!  killing spree..etc. wan to cry of boredom liao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-6244826584913664089?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/6244826584913664089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3258784432244513976&amp;postID=6244826584913664089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/6244826584913664089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258784432244513976/posts/default/6244826584913664089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/2006/11/holidays-are-so-boring.html' title='holidays are so boring....'/><author><name>wookaikein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837837837736475305</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-3258784432244513976.post-6578121942449621063</id><published>2006-11-26T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T19:36:14.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>killing time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wah! sian...haize.....&lt;br /&gt;i damn sian everyday do nothing execpt playing DOTA , eat study and sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-6578121942449621063?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3258784432244513976.post-3925002515178433168</id><published>2006-11-26T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T19:36:41.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>genting..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i am going to genting for holidays during christmas thus will be not in for a period of time .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loking forward to the trip!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-3925002515178433168?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/3925002515178433168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3258784432244513976.post-8933560064401716840</id><published>2006-11-26T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T19:36:58.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;school ended early this year and i am planning to train up my DOTA skills and keep piosting .will keep u informed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258784432244513976-8933560064401716840?l=chemis3freak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chemis3freak.blogspot.com/feeds/8933560064401716840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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