<?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-35694183</id><updated>2011-06-08T14:51:12.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazeologies</title><subtitle type='html'>ITS EVERYTHING THAT COMES OUT OF MY MIND.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35694183/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Crazeology</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17993870346891100962</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>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35694183.post-117068879999131723</id><published>2007-02-05T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T23:27:01.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Inconvenient Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i can smell disaster in the air. it's about time. these are the first signs. you know what I'm talking about. tragic floods, unexpected hurricanes, weird weather, what's next? I don't know if i was right about us being the destroyers of our civillization or maybe even mankind. We know the consequences and its fucking right under our nose, infront of our lenses. Why can't we not see it. i hope what I'm saying is not true but its growing into an inconvenient truth. something we have long been warning ourselves for&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i think that we might not be able to do one thing homosapiens are supposed to with that one special thing that was given to us that is to learn using our brains. even if we have time to learn, what we have done might not be able to be undone. for once, let us not be stubborn. we are killing nature destroying its balance, my friends, every action has an equal and opposite reaction. we have the capacity to anticipate and predict this but still doing the opposite of what should be done. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35694183-117068879999131723?l=chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/feeds/117068879999131723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35694183&amp;postID=117068879999131723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35694183/posts/default/117068879999131723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35694183/posts/default/117068879999131723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/2007/02/inconvenient-truth.html' title='An Inconvenient Truth'/><author><name>Crazeology</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17993870346891100962</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-35694183.post-116695111475660286</id><published>2006-12-24T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T17:07:16.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crazeology behind "Why We Are Here"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Why Are We Here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; I gave some thought to this, “why are we here” question... let me start by stating that we are at the top of the evolution ladder, we homosapiens are the most advanced being Earth had ever seen. many animals are born to adapt while we are born to make everything else adapt to us and therefore proving that we are the dominant species.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Evolution means a circle. Life itself is a circle. When we get older, we would shrink and even act more like a baby who needs more attention from time to time and slowly, we would deteriorate into soil. It made me think, why had humans been on top of the ladder for so long as if nature is just waiting for something to happen? We are the end of the line. And we might be very close to a full circle when everything ends and restarts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Earth is slowly changing, nature is roaring. Earthquakes, Tsunami, volcanic eruptions, typhoons and hurricanes. Phenomenon that we were responsible for. This is the sign that Earth is changing again, like it did millions of years before. The ice age, movements of the earth plates below us. More is coming, I will not say when, but it might be far from now or it might be happening now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Why are we here? We are to destroy, change the face of the Earth and giving Earth a chance to reform. Haven't you thought why humans had the glutton to destroy trees, mountains and seas for our own good and instinctively? Why we were still doing it when we knew it would destroy ourselves? At this very moment, as I am typing all these out, I am destroying Earth while passing to you this crazeological message.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;It is because -I believe- that we were made to destroy this world, many species of animals were extinct and many shocking and unlikely phenomenon happened because of us but still, we would go on with our daily lives. Why is that? I ask to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Please do comment about this..hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35694183-116695111475660286?l=chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/feeds/116695111475660286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35694183&amp;postID=116695111475660286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35694183/posts/default/116695111475660286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35694183/posts/default/116695111475660286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/2006/12/crazeology-behind-why-we-are-here.html' title='The Crazeology behind &quot;Why We Are Here&quot;'/><author><name>Crazeology</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17993870346891100962</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-35694183.post-116627364882734177</id><published>2006-12-16T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T15:54:56.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Old River</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it was the 15th of December 2006... 4 days after Camp '06. here we are again, Aaron, Andrew, Simon, Samuel and I ready for another Scouting activity. this time, we are really Scouting! scouting for a new campsite. we r heading to Sg. Tua. 1st, we met up in Asia Jaya train station, we got our one-day tickets that enabled us to take Putra-LRT trains and RapidKL busses to anywhere for the whole day only for 7 Ringgit! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1st, we headed to KL Sentral by train during the busy-hour at 0830 hours. had to wait in line to get on the train! jam packed trains stopped and went. i told the rest to split up and meet in KL Sentral. but fortunately, all of us got onto the same train. we stocked up some snacks for the road ahead in the 7/11 there and went searching for bus 109. it was a city bus to Titiwangsa, ah, thats the right one! next, we had to look for bus 2T3 that heads towards Warta Lama. when we stopped at Warta Lama, we took a little walk a round the small town. the time was 1035 hours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I was told to take a taxi from here towards Sg. Tua. but sometime felt weird, we were no where close to Sg. Tua, so we decided to ask the bus driver, he told us to take the 206 bus into Ulu Yam area. the 206 bus took us to a Petronas gas station where i met with Abang (i forgot who) who is a son to my mom's old friend, Uncle Wan. his son now works as a taxi driver, just what we needed. so, our next part of our journey was a taxi ride on a long winding and hilly road to a resort supported by the government. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;we found good campsites and a really nice river. then we hiked up "supposedly" looking for the waterfall but instead we hiked up to no where. just a flat plane on top of a hill. the good part, was that it had a nice scenery of the mountains around.so, downhill we went again, we actually found another downhill trail on the otherside of the plane but we didn't want to risk getting lost. so we went down all the way back to the campsites, there we washed ourselves in the river, the water was cool and there was no "polusi".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;after an ice-cream, i went around searching for more campsites and so i did. i found more campsites and a different part of the river which was a suitable place for river trekking. i managed to snap a few shots. a few were at the gazebo's just hanging out. then, at 1400 hours,it was time to go back, we called the taxi back and waited. Abang was right on time. he took us to the nearest bus stop from where he picked us up, and so we waited there for another bus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;bus 206, then bus 2T3 and 109 all the way back to KL Sentral. i treated everyone (including myself) to a cup of refreshing coconut drink.we walked around searching for food every chance we had. but in the end, we decided to take the LRT back to Taman Jaya and have our lunch in Amcorp Mall. it was 1725 when we sat down for our "lunch". i spent RM7.50 on that meal in a mamak stall. so, it was confirmed that i was full. so at 1800 hours, i parted from the team and headed back. went through the rain and nearly got myself into an accident again. a large Volvo came fast from my blindside and nearly hit me. thnx to the football skills, the "fake" and the "shimmy". once again, accident free. the driver gave me a gesture stating he was sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;the resort was quite a beauty but there was a price to pay for it. its a really nice place but its expensive. besides the healthy exercise hiking up that little hill, nice campsites, convenient facilities, a large area for different activities, a great river; we couldn't find the waterfall, the bamboos were far from the campsite, and the nearest town was a 13 Ringgit taxi ride away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35694183-116627364882734177?l=chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/feeds/116627364882734177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35694183&amp;postID=116627364882734177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35694183/posts/default/116627364882734177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35694183/posts/default/116627364882734177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/2006/12/old-river.html' title='the Old River'/><author><name>Crazeology</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17993870346891100962</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-35694183.post-116611257901004259</id><published>2006-12-15T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T00:30:52.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There And Back Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;to those who noticed, the title was copied. Its owned by Bilbo and Frodo Baggins of Shire in Middle-Earth of the Lord of the Rings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;well well..im back again..feelin like i wanna blog. and as usual, is to kill the boredom n telling ppl bout my BORING days.. i need a new topic.. can anyone of you please start a topic for me? anythin at all like phylosophies, how people are and why, chaos theory, string theory, how to annoy others etc. and i can assure you that you won't get bored, maybe you wil just press the (x) button on ur top right corner bcoz you are in a constant and deep confusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;so, since i haven't had any topics to talk about, i shall talk about my final (and only third Scouts camp) *sigh*. this camp made the word LAST seem so... LAST. its Camp '06, it was five days well WASTED. its wasted but well wasted. i gotta give the seniors two thumbs up for this. really nice camp. enjoyed myself in a way and learnt a lot. especially about others and myself. ain't what this camp is for? hope it is. besides this camp being great. its also the last camp i can participat in. a sad thing, but hey, life goes on, time to change and put on new shoes and walk my line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;sorry for the bad grammar.... here's my extra long report on the camp.*heads up*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;also, i shall be posting the pics soon. there are summore in my Multiply site, and i'm still finding a chance to get the pics form the outing with the orphans. only time can tell...follow the river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;one more thing, i wasn't able to rearrange the reports properly, so if you just kindly click on the "1st of the last". its on the previous posts clomun on the right and read downwards but remember to look upwards after each report.thnx (sorry for the inconvenience caused) . lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35694183-116611257901004259?l=chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/feeds/116611257901004259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35694183&amp;postID=116611257901004259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35694183/posts/default/116611257901004259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35694183/posts/default/116611257901004259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/2006/12/there-and-back-again.html' title='There And Back Again'/><author><name>Crazeology</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17993870346891100962</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-35694183.post-116611106126823164</id><published>2006-12-14T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T00:21:34.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alas, the last of the last...the very last..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Julian woke us up at 2 a.m..wait, at 2 a.m? oh crap we thought. and so we thought right, OBH time! Operasi Burung Hantu is when ur seniors put you in a place, blindfolded and you have to stay there for a *long* while. the senior taking me for a walk was my good friend, Clement Lim. he put me down on a wet floor, tar floor, if im not mistaken. nice, gave a me a special code so i would know who to answer and trust, then, he vanished. later, a few jokers came and *tried* to scare me. made me laughed tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;so after a while, clement came and took me to some place, asked me to lie down, and started splashin water on to me. great! can't get any wetter in OBH than that. my underwear is already soggy. *sigh*. after awhile being splashed around by the seniors, they asked us to take our blindfolds off and let us go straight back to sleep. morning routine started at 0600 hours again. our morning execise was once again Capten Ball! i feel very sorry for my teammate got bashed in the face this time-by the ball-. i threw it straight at her from a point blank position. sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;and poor Adrienne got a lil bruise on her lower-right wrist. aww. i think i did that, a lil rough i guess. heh. heh. heh. oh darn.. ANYWAYS, as usual, it was breakfast time. this time, we had french toast! i wasn't in the kitchen that time, trying my very best to finish my reports. after breakfast, we had to get the gadgets down, clean up the campsite &amp; the "fire-site" and pack-up. that definitely took awhile. all my injuries and aches started coming back after everything was done. oh great, my headache was back too. gosh, the irritatingness. after the pack-up was footdrill copmpetition, i was ready to fall dead when i heard the news, i certainly had no mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;so as footdrill commenced, my legs froze, i couldn't move them properly as some of the other scouts noticed, i was limping -but i just thought that it was all in the mind-. once again, i did badly, footdrills aren't my thing. many people weren't doing their best too. after the competition, the seniors cooked for us! whoo! baked beans, leftover potatoes and chickens. good camp food! thnx seniors! that gave me some determination, only a tiny bit actually. next, we had to fall in in our full scouts uniform. the game was the "Troop Leader" game. its basicly a game where the seniors will test our leadership skills. Chon Giap was chosen as leader of our group. well, i thought i would be free of headaches soon but he made it worse, i was standing there, waiting for him just to speak for half an hour. i was aching all around. *sigh* i shall not talk about no more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;i shall skip Andrew's period, my headache was really bad already. by the time i felt normal, Andrew was nearly done. after the game, we shifted our bags to a class and Julian made us fall in, in the rain. tiem to finish our downs. but there is a twist, its either we do downs or get splashed with water. you know what all of us went for. i think the pics will tell much of the story. it was pure fun. made everyone feel happy and sad that it was so close to the end. Julian announced something that was really hard for all of us to take at that moment. it says BARIS, KELUAR BARIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;so all of us went to change into dry clothes to get ready to go back to our beds, mommy's and daddy's and bla bla bla. i for one decided to go play Counter Strike with my bro's friends. slept only at 0020 hours the next day. there, the end of my rather short camp participating year. shouldn't have been joinin these felaas so late. but hey, no regrets anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35694183-116611106126823164?l=chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/feeds/116611106126823164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35694183&amp;postID=116611106126823164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35694183/posts/default/116611106126823164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35694183/posts/default/116611106126823164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/2006/12/alas-last-of-lastthe-very-last.html' title='Alas, the last of the last...the very last..'/><author><name>Crazeology</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17993870346891100962</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-35694183.post-116601305091594619</id><published>2006-12-13T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T00:22:38.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of the last</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;after the heart-to-heart, we were sleeping like logs and the seniors were tired so our morning routine started at 8 a.m. after fall in, it was straight for breakfast. that's funny, i think i missed sumthin. oh yes! the morning exercise. but that was nothing to me, literally nothing, we didn't do no exercises. we were standing at our "ready" positions during flag break but Alwin said, "yow nexs activity is , brweakfassst!" so yea, no morning exercise. ~okay! getting back to track~. Choo Xiang, our good ol Troop Leader gave a speech about the night before and wut we should be doing. basicly, a lecture. but it wasn't boring. odd but true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;on this merry day, Julian Lim, our famous Troop QM and some might call "Julian Oliver" or the "half-naked chef", thought us how to make pancakes. it was going well till we encountered an alien egg! it was green and smelly! and its called a rotten egg. a very tragic moment. we had to quarantine the alien and extract it as well as we could while Julian went to search for more eggs. that took hours (searching for the eggs). so we kept on cooking pancakes with different fillings and toppings. next, we had base system, its about learning new stuff! 1st base was about fire lighting, then about gadgetry. 3rd was about First Aid and last was about "parangs" and whetstones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;lunch time! we forced the juniors to cook this time, the form 1's. muahaahah! but hey! they did quite a good job, good sign, they have learnt from past experiences. after lunch, we had to fall in for another hunt, this time its a hunt for the seniors around the school, this was a slow and draggy hunt, half of the patrol were aching all over and mentally slow. chasing the seniors was hard because we had to stay in a group and half the patrol was almost dead -i think only our patrol followed that rule-. the good part was, FINALLY, Adrienne's group were behind us. maybe because their leader was forever far ahead leaving "his" "weaklings" behind. i thought that wasn't right for any leader to do. so, even before dear Adrienne's group could finish, two long wistles signaled "fall in" time. so we ran from the canteen to the assembly ground as fast as we could, being late, 30 downs!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;its time to collect firewood! and next was our BBQ night. we BBQ-ed the whole night. after i started the fire, Simon, Quek and I went to collect water to be boiled as everyone was running out of it. after setting up the stove and heating the water, Simon and I went to wrap potatoes in foil to be BQQ-ed. after the wrapping, we head straight to the fire! "plopped" some potatoes in, marinated two fishies and "plopped" that in too. I didn't eat at first, someone had to keep watch of the boiling water! so when it was my turn, my good lil friend, Far, made me a piece of chicken and a sausage. i greatfully excepted it.i only had that, half a potato and half a fish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; it was getting late, the rest had slept, a few seniors, Adr and i were the only ones left at the fire pit. we were really playing with fire the two of us. Adr hadn't had enough so MAGGI CUP was the solution. the form 5 seniors felt kind and offered us marshmallows! after awhile, Julian called for a fall in. its time for another wash up and lights out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35694183-116601305091594619?l=chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/feeds/116601305091594619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35694183&amp;postID=116601305091594619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35694183/posts/default/116601305091594619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35694183/posts/default/116601305091594619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/2006/12/4th-of-last.html' title='4th of the last'/><author><name>Crazeology</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17993870346891100962</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-35694183.post-116601278170006043</id><published>2006-12-13T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T00:24:51.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd of the last</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;once again like everyday, rise and shine at six a.m. and we had to get ready for flag break. OKAY, sick of this, let's call it morning routine. after the morning routine, we played capten ball! i got hurt by an elbow that came straight into my face, i was lucky the guy who hit me was less than 40 kg's. my lips were bleeding and stuff. Ah! just like old times when i was playing football for my school. shite, i feel old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my mouth was bleeding and the next "activity" was breakfast, oh how appropriate! One more thing, the seniors told us to get a heavy breakfast! oh wow! so, we did have a heavy breakfast and the salt didn't really make my wound comfortable while i was eating but who cares, i was hungry! after breakfast, we had to pack up and get ready in our uniforms, we are going around PJ! it's another Amazing Race! twice a year! whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun the Amazing Race, went to section 14, 17, SS2, Taman Bahagia, Gasing Road, Taman Jaya and Amcorp. our patrol walked tirelessly, altho the girls were aching on their thighs doing too many downs. they showed great determination to finish but to me it wasn't enough to do a good job as scouts ,but hey! you can't go anywhere without starting and i'm glad that it aint too late for them. i was trying many ways to push their morale as i shouldn't push them physically. i had to think of their capabilities and how they were at that time. it was only the third day and I didn't want my team literally fall flat on the ground. it was tough, Simon, our leader was far ahead most of the time, i decided to stay back and keep a look out. but in the end, we finished second good job team! and also Simon for taking point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all the groups were safely back at around 1830 hours, seniors had to fall us in and let us go wash up and get dinner ready. we didn't have much time so we only took bread and jam. after dinner, its time for another night game, this time its an obstacle course, blind folded! yay! but i was the leader this time, sigh, no fun for me. there was duck walks, frog jumps, wet comando crawls, mazes and up and under tables. so fun it was sad for me to just let the rest do stuff. its was hard for the team, the two girls remaining -after Karis was shifted to the other group- weren't okay, all suffering from aches, bruises and cuts on their legs but they tried their best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next on the agenda was heart-to-heart, a game where u can talk about all the things that were stuck inside them. my plan tho was to wait until everyone finish so i can make up something for all of them to listen to -typical of me-, well, that didn't work, it was going pretty slow, and then i got fed up and decided to use Adrienne's idea and abit of Aaron's enlightening speech to say something. but then came Andrew's story, i knew it was coming, i knew it was hard for him. that turned out to be the longest night ever. it was then lights out at 0430 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35694183-116601278170006043?l=chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/feeds/116601278170006043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35694183&amp;postID=116601278170006043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35694183/posts/default/116601278170006043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35694183/posts/default/116601278170006043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/2006/12/3rd-of-last.html' title='3rd of the last'/><author><name>Crazeology</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17993870346891100962</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-35694183.post-116594210537940354</id><published>2006-12-12T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T00:25:30.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd of the last..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;the day started at 6 a.m. we had to wash up and get ready for a flag break. then, we changed to go for a little jog in the school and plenty of stretching. then we had breakfast, bread and jam anyone? next, the seniors gave us a tent and campsite inspection. we got a few downs for not being clean enough. come on! we are sleeping in the field! after that, more footdrill! now two hours long! luckily, my legs weren't hurtin no more and i was all ready to drill my feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;then came another good news, lunch is next! haha..and it was also time to get back at ppl u hate, like Kuan Li, she actually threw nearly half a stack of eggs at Andrew! muahahaha..and she said it was an accident..yea rite Kuan Li! i think we had fried mee (instant noodles). can't remember..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;it was time to finish wut wasn't done yet, the gadgetry! but the rain stopped us somehow and we didn't want to get wet. so, the seniors decided to give us more time on the gadgets but we didn't do much cause we'r gonna eat! whoo! then good ol Sir Kouk Sum gave us a visit during dinner and thought us how he made fried meehoon. which reminds me, i still haven't been to the top of Mount Irau! darn rain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;after dinner, we played a game called "sensescape", its pretty cool. participants are blindfolded and they are let to stations by a leader who can basicaly see evrythin. its a game to test the 5 senses we all have. tested bitterness, saltiness, sweetness, sourness, felt pain -bcoz of the leader who lead me into a pole and a bench-, softness, hardness, argh! you get it la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;next on the agenda was again another test for our senses, "Night Attack". there is a circular court where two teams are playing, one team is supposed to run around behind obstacles and the other team is supposed to shoot them with a torch light. only one person can be holding the torchlight the rest will have to help guide that person and the torchlight has to be turn on n off but not kept on. it was pretty fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;after the game we had to show-off our homework, the cheer, clap, motto and name of our group. our theme was Y.M.C.A. but we were the Y.S.C.A. the Young Scouts Camping Association. lol. anyway, all the teams weren't ready and haven't finished their homework. so, once again we got lectured and punished by downs because of this. after that, it was washing up time and lights out! once again, i couldn't sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35694183-116594210537940354?l=chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/feeds/116594210537940354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35694183&amp;postID=116594210537940354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35694183/posts/default/116594210537940354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35694183/posts/default/116594210537940354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/2006/12/2nd-of-last.html' title='2nd of the last..'/><author><name>Crazeology</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17993870346891100962</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-35694183.post-116593707527133604</id><published>2006-12-12T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T18:53:42.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 1st of the last</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;the 1st day, this day i thought, was surely a day for all those activities -that were meant to set-up and get ready for the REAL thing-. 1st we were split into groups, of course.. Once again, i could smell disaster in my group -never had a competitive one but i have went against many- but we turned out to be better than i thought. 2nd was setting up tents for us to sleep in, then came ice breaking time. Ice breaking was fatal this time, the first time a froze infront of evryone. they asked me questions that was indirectly questions for someone else and i am supposed to know the answer. being unsure and indecisive, i had no idea what to say. atlast i blurted evrythin out and felt rather embarrassed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;next up was a treasure hunt, a rather smart one. i won't call it treasure hunt at all, its sort of like a "needs" hunt. after that, we had to cook our own lunch using the utensils we needed to look for in our "needs" hunt. quite smart eh? it rained heavily during lunch and the food was soggy. so wet the day was.next up, was 'Mafia' where there were many players. 8 Mafias, 4 spies, 4 doctors and many civilians, mafias havta kill, spies havta spies the mafias n the doctors should heal themselves more than anyone. pity those poor ol civilians tho, they can only sit down and nothing else, no killin no spyin, no healing, jus sleeping and waking up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;next up, the other thing that we needed to do for Scouts camps, gadgetry! somehow, its fun! so we built the fence, the gateway, the shelter the shoe rack and the clothesline. but we couldn't finish it in time for dinner, so we split up into 2 groups, a gadgetry group and a cooking group. after dinner, we had to fall in. now was time for our "homework". this is when we had to make up a cheer, clap, motto and of course our name of our groups. then, the seniors thought us new knots and hitches and also how to prepare the flags for a "flag break", one thing cool thing about Scouts is, we can work magic with a string!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;next up was footdrills, i had to skip this, something was wrong with my knee. tho, after a short rest, i tried to forced myself back to do it but this time like evry othertime, its all in the mind, i failed to do anything rite for the next twenty minutes. my seniors had to drag me out of the line. after that, our ScoutMaster Sir Cheong Yee Sheng came to meet us. we had to introduce ourselves. when i came to my turn, he completed my full name for me, i didn't like that part. so we talked and a lot about the past..and "BILLIARDS" it seems. after that.wash up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35694183-116593707527133604?l=chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/feeds/116593707527133604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35694183&amp;postID=116593707527133604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35694183/posts/default/116593707527133604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35694183/posts/default/116593707527133604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/2006/12/1st-of-last.html' title='the 1st of the last'/><author><name>Crazeology</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17993870346891100962</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-35694183.post-116368851161127490</id><published>2006-11-16T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T22:48:31.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh..</title><content type='html'>the darn Gunung Irau hike has been postponed! yet again..darn u rain!.. well, i hope Mr. Sun will come out more often and makes sure that Ah Wan doesn't come out and kacau him when he's still bright. also, we hope that Nor Ain is around, then only, we could  go for the freaking hike..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35694183-116368851161127490?l=chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/feeds/116368851161127490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35694183&amp;postID=116368851161127490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35694183/posts/default/116368851161127490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35694183/posts/default/116368851161127490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/2006/11/sigh.html' title='sigh..'/><author><name>Crazeology</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17993870346891100962</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-35694183.post-116317606326071902</id><published>2006-11-11T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T00:27:43.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gasing Hill Expedition.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;ooooo...started the day all excited coz im going hiking on gasing hill a lil later. We guys had to meet up in Raju's Section 5 before we headed to gasing hill. we had to wait for Adrienne who was sayyy, 45 minutes late? the rest of the team were anxious to get going.&lt;/span&gt; standing n waiting like donkeys for that "silly gurl" with 5 kg loads in some of our bags. supposedly for training for the next hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;we entered gasing hill from lorong 5/4J. our navigator, Andrew, found it. oooo..so proud of him. alrite our first obstacle was the hang bridge. easy peasy, then we went up up n up. the terain was quite tricky as it was slippery and has plenty of lil ups n downs (what do you expect, its a jungle). we got lost sumwhere but we got help from an old "uncle" who seems o know this place by heart, he led us to our frist destination, the watch tower. there we took sum rest and some picsies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;we were rushed to get out as a whole troop of cub scouts raided the area. we went downwards now, two of our comrades had to go back so we had to split up. they got home safely. the other five of us went searching for the TM towers! the trail leading there was tough. n mosquito infested. whooo! they loved me alrite and adr got jealous! hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;we finally reached the telekom towers after a tiring hike. yay! tiring but very fun and satisfactional. its time to visit the indian temple! as we were walking to the temple, we bumped into a troop of monkeys! not again!?!? they seem pretty angry so we backed down n headed hoem instead. samuel left on the way down, his house was pretty close. 4 of us left, tired n hungry. we decided to go to A&amp;W's in Taman Jaya to have our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stopped by the Taman Jaya playground to rest...n play with the swings! haha. later, we had our lunch in A&amp;amp;W's and soon after that, we got home one-by-one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY's hiking gang: Adrienne(late comer), Andrew Ng, Nicholas Cheng, Phoon Chi Kit, Samuel Fong, Simon Quah and Yong Keng Ming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up: Gunung Irau, Cameron Highlands with scouters.&lt;br /&gt;Team members: Andrew, Nicholas, Chi Kit and Keng Ming.&lt;br /&gt;wheee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have got some picsies posted in Multiply!&lt;br /&gt;click here &gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://chikit.multiply.com/photos/album/1"&gt;http://chikit.multiply.com/photos/album/1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35694183-116317606326071902?l=chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/feeds/116317606326071902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35694183&amp;postID=116317606326071902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35694183/posts/default/116317606326071902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35694183/posts/default/116317606326071902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/2006/11/gasing-hill-expedition.html' title='Gasing Hill Expedition.'/><author><name>Crazeology</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17993870346891100962</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-35694183.post-116266047851341842</id><published>2006-11-05T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T01:14:38.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heeheee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;why, hi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nish was here&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;muahahahahahahhhah&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;evil grin&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry lah. bored. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hmm chikit. i feel like writting some shit now since im bored and happen to have a little free time.&lt;br /&gt;chikit is my friend. no actually he's like my brother. we go waaayy back, in ssp. he's a funny dude and will never fail to crack you up or make you smile. he has some interesting yet hard to understand kinda character. unique i'd have to say. and, he has good taste in music, like me ofcourse (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;since im the older one,haha&lt;/span&gt;). he's just a great guy la. can be a monkey at times though, but dont worry, just give him bannana's and he'll be fine :) he's pretty damn active in everything in school. scouts,sports,interact. saw that shit? wonder how he manages all of that man. super boy! HAHA. pfft. definetely leader material and trustworthy. when it comes to being there for you, he may not exactly look like the type that would bother and give advice and shit but he actually does! hahahah. easy, straight forward. no need to waste time eh? :P we know too much shit la sometimes. gotta thank the bros  for that aye. use your skills wisely! any chick that winds up with him is a lucky thang, for real. appreciate aight. you dont find many chikits out there, so cherish the moment and be thankful, lol. great dude with great atitude, watch outt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alabshu bro,xx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ciaooopsss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35694183-116266047851341842?l=chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/feeds/116266047851341842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35694183&amp;postID=116266047851341842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35694183/posts/default/116266047851341842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35694183/posts/default/116266047851341842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/2006/11/heeheee.html' title='heeheee.'/><author><name>NishGill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02467506427930860994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QdgtxUckak4/SDBNaC4D7JI/AAAAAAAAARI/iS-utR04AQs/S220/profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35694183.post-116265793474769760</id><published>2006-11-04T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T16:44:57.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day out with the young ones.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i had less than 4 hours of sleep today. i had to attend my God-Brother's wedding dinner yesterday. all the food, all the joy, all the liqour, and all the chinese-ness. went back at around one n slept at around three in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i woke up at 6.30 to start another busy day. got to school at 7am n reached at 7.30am, just in time for Scouts C.O.H meeting. wah! then, it was time to assemble at the assembly ground at 8 am. then patrol corner at 8.15am then we went to Astaka at 8.30 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was no Scouting thing. its an Interact project involving one day adoption and orphans..cute ones friendly ones evil ones shy ones. they are all lovely! it was a fun day, happy day and a hot day. boy was it hot! i'm all red and my eyes are burning as i'm typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played sum games with the kids, fun &amp;amp; happy games, we played 'eat the donut' haha, poor kids eating like zoo animals but very cute haha. we playd squeeze the water into the bottle, "sweet flour" looking for sweets in flour or shall we say icing sugar? haha.. got em' high..pin the tail on the donkey. that's all i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was busy taking pictures. faces waiting impatiently for ice-cream, kids chasing each other, the commitment while doing tasks n getting fun prizes. and of course there were our whacky Interactors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got two hugs! muahaha. and a gurl stomped on my foot. a few kids were fighting, some big time upcoming gansters of PJ town/city. i got an ice-cream too. thnx rotarian . . . = D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very nice day indeed, having fun with the kids hope they did too. no words can describe wut good we have done today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: the pics are gonna be posted soon. so keep updated yea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35694183-116265793474769760?l=chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/feeds/116265793474769760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35694183&amp;postID=116265793474769760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35694183/posts/default/116265793474769760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35694183/posts/default/116265793474769760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-out-with-young-ones.html' title='A day out with the young ones.'/><author><name>Crazeology</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17993870346891100962</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-35694183.post-116212074845514064</id><published>2006-10-29T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T22:37:01.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;28th October 2006. it was time for The Amazing Race! *hums the theme* Interact Style!! *still humming the theme*. it was fun definitely but it could be better with other team mates. not that im saying my team ain't good enough. we got sixth! and could have done better! we were just unlucky i guess. still.. i could have had more fun than just racing. hanging out with my friends and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started at around 9 this race, first, we started in their school (CHS). we had delicasies! it did not taste very very bad but it was thick and its one of those things that just made you wanna vomit. has to be that secret recipe that humans a have a natural reaction to. puked a bit. lol. then we had to run all the way to the Taman Jaya Park to search for a coloured number ten. WTF?? wasted a lot of time there. we hate LOOKING for things. atleast 3/4 of us had glasses on that caused limited running and movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up was the best part of this race to every-single-one of us. kayak-ing! but b4 that, we had to run to another checkpoint nearby it to play carrom! after getting 5 points in before the time stops, we went kayak-ing. yay! i have to say, it should be nice for couples but sigh, i entered a four-man team. she ain't there! = ( anyway, after that, we had to run all the way back to CHS school for the next task, it was easy, all i had to do was wait for one of my teammates to finish an easy obstacle course. he also proved that CHS scouts didn't really think it through with the gadget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its time to get out of the area into Taman Bahagia territory. here, we had to gather newspapers from the houses around and carry it to a nearby playground. we met a wonderful lady who offered help. thnx aunty!! from there, we had to go all the way back to Taman Jaya, Amcorp Mall. here, was what they call a detour, we had to choose between two tasks. a) buy sweets, snack etc. that costs exactly RM 4.75 all together or b) find which companies own certain shops in the mall. we took task (b) and all went well. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;next up, we had to go back to the Taman Jaya Playground to get our next task. this task was a funny one. we had to suck water with a straw from one place and run to another place and spit water through the straw on to a newspaper so it would fall from a string.lol. i tried it first, lets just say it was like i couldn't piss straight.-haha-my teammates did sum other funny stuff so we all laughed until the newspaper fell off by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;the next task lead us to PJ Old Town to search for a secret agent wearing sunglasses. we were jus deciding to split up when one of my teammates saw him. he ran, wow! so much for a SECRET agent, he ran?. so as as my friend started to run, i threw my bag to my other teammates and started chasing after them. as i was gaining on them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; the secret agent lost his footing n his shoe.lol. we caught him! the task he gave us was to go to another checkpoint where we needed get some fruits and return to that checkpoint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the next task was to get to the Domino's pizza in Jln Gasing near CHS. we couldn't wait to find out what's next!when we opened the envelope, it said "victory" at the end. it was a run to the finish line we ran as fast as we could, when we reached, we were the first team to arrive! yay! before the rain started! yay yay! we had an hour and a half before the race ended! yay! yay! yay!. we took a rest before we set out again, now our task was to search for food! we went to the nearest "mamak" shop by walking, in the rain. the bad part was, when we came back, evry1 was eating! wtf !?!?! potong stim man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we waited for the rest to come back to CHS before we started the prize giving, we recieved the Domino's Gold Card BUY 1 GET 1 FREE. yay! oh yea, i shall intro you to my team mates, Aaron Yip Jun Hoe, 10th PJ Troop Senior Chief Patrol Leader, Lai Tzun Kit, 10th PJ Troop Discipline Officer and Low Chee Chung, one of the fastest runners in Selangor. whoo! great team. and me, well my name is Phoon Chi Kit (full stop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35694183-116212074845514064?l=chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/feeds/116212074845514064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35694183&amp;postID=116212074845514064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35694183/posts/default/116212074845514064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35694183/posts/default/116212074845514064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/2006/10/amazing.html' title='Amazing..'/><author><name>Crazeology</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17993870346891100962</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-35694183.post-116178046183904594</id><published>2006-10-25T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T17:22:41.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>changing of plans..more scheduling( CoSmIc TraIn CrAsh)</title><content type='html'>argh!!! the freaking hike expedition with the scouters was postponed till further notice..argH!!! darn you haze and raining season! so now it might be on the 18th and 19th of November. District Conference for interact was also postponed, now to the 8th, 9th and 10th of December. that's when i also have my scouts leadership camp. great. even better, i have an athletics camp to Camerons that i might havta join too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, since im the OC of troop camp, i need to survey campsites that might be a potential next campsite for the next troop camp. i'll havta do it these holidays as i might not have enough time to do it next year with all the other events going on. interact especially, athletics and also other scouts events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need someone to tell me what to do. its pretty hard for me to decide. so pls tell me. someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35694183-116178046183904594?l=chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/feeds/116178046183904594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35694183&amp;postID=116178046183904594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35694183/posts/default/116178046183904594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35694183/posts/default/116178046183904594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/2006/10/changing-of-plansmore-scheduling.html' title='changing of plans..more scheduling( CoSmIc TraIn CrAsh)'/><author><name>Crazeology</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17993870346891100962</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-35694183.post-116151518473044968</id><published>2006-10-22T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T19:09:33.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plans and schedules</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;i'm going hiking next week.whee, can't wait for it! Gunung Irau here i come! hopefully i'll come back in one piece so that i can continue with work, work work work. interact WORK, scouts WORK and athletics WORK outs. though i don't mind having cuts and bruises or even permanent scars so i can show to my friends that i battled a mountain.lol. but maybe a few pics will do enough = P. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;there is so much planning to do because camps and conferences are coming. all happening at around the same time!!! and this time, i gotta get it right. i have lots of scheduling which i gotta do right too. but there are so many things bothering me now, some unnecesary ones. sigh. confusing and dizzying times lie right infront of me. let's just hope the hike would just clear my mind a bit so i can finally make my choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-35694183.post-116143267239370025</id><published>2006-10-21T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T15:59:56.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yesterday was a long*stretched* day. i had to go down to pj from my house in shah alam to attend a scouts meeting. its my dad's day off but he had a medical appointment early in the morning so i had to follow him out early too, specificly at 0700 hours. he fetched me to SS2 Mc'D's after his appointment to attend the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the meeting was confusing, very because we talked about 3 major events in one meeting, our first meeting. it took about 3 and a half hours. it was 1130 hours now. we had our lunch and my dad fetched my friends and i to The Curve in Kota Damansara. we were supposed to meet a few of our friends to watch a movie. so we walked and waited and talked about scouts as we were still in the "zone".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly there were change of plans, we had to get to OU, so we decided to walk, on the way there, we saw a bus! we took the bus thinkin that it'll go straight to our destination because it was quite near but instead it took another turn away from OU. the darn bus driver made a stop near Puchong and made a huge u-turn towards OU. wasted 90 cents for the darn bus fare and we could have made it there faster by foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we still got to OU went up to the arcade to meet up with the others, played a few rounds of Time Crisis there then we went for our movie(s). i watched the "pemecah ribut" (stormbreaker), its so sucky, its funny. lol. should have watched WTC instead with the others. we split into two groups to watch different movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the suckily funny show, we went to the arcade again, then, we walked around and stood around waiting for the other batch to come out. when they did, we walked arond and stood around again only this time, it was a bigger group!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite, when it was 1830 hours, its time for sum of us to go back, some of my friends n i had to go back down to pj by bus, while some went back by taxi and the others stayed in OU to "buka puasa". alrite, my gang now consists of andrew, nicholas, samuel and simon. oh yes, there was me. the five of us were the ones who came from SS2 and that was where our next destination was, yes, all the way back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bus ride was weird, i accidentaly knocked and punced a few people while i was getting out of the cramped bus (sorry people!) and we saw this guy scratching his buttocks with his hand in his back pocket (can't blame him, its very hard to get that irritating itch off your backside with thick jeans on, so i guess the pocket was a good way to get to the "action").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bus reached SS2 at 1900 hours. simon went straight home. now only nicholas, andrew, samuel and i were left. so we went all the way to Mc'd's so that samuel can have his lunch. andrew, nicholas and i was waiting for him to finish his food. gosh was Mc'd's food annoying but samuel could't help but enjoy. keng ming joined us in mc'd's a little later and after samuel went back, andrew, keng ming, nicholas and i went out to hunt for better food in Murni's. had our dinner there, i had to pay for andrew and nicholas because andrew wasted all his money on the arcade and nicholas din't really plan for all the spending to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was rainning when we were eating, boy was that rain heavy(it nearly caused a flood around my house in shah alam). the time was 2045 hours. we had no choice but to run in the rain back to Mc'd's = ( ...for a briefing on our gang's hike up to Gunung Irau in Cameron's. so, we got all wet thinking we were gonna be late as it was 2101 hours(meeting was supposedly to start at 2100 hours) but only one of our seniors were there when we reached Mc'd's all wet. we used serviettes to dry ourselves.lol. our senior treated us to some warm drinks and FRENCH FRIES (we were on the verge of going crazy when we saw those fries, we couldn't look at them anymore, WE HAD ENOUGH!) but we took it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the briefing ended at 2210 hours after all the Q's and A's. my parents came to fetch me home. we made our way home after fetching keng ming to Taman Megah. i reached home at approximately 2250 hours. a long day it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35694183-116143267239370025?l=chikit-crazeologies.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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35694183.post-116115777016266886</id><published>2006-10-18T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T16:00:24.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>past, present and future.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;well. remember the worries of the possible "cosmic train crash"? it's happening. i was elected to help organise three main events. one for The Interact Club and two others for Scouts and its all happening in the first semester. a very exciting year ahead of me indeed. i have made up my mind to use these holidays to start all these projects, studies and sports to have more room before the start of a new year in school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just before i was posting this, i saw a documentary of ambers. sap or resin from certain trees that can trap anything in its path down a tree and preserve it for a very long time. yes, 150 million years is a very long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i wonder if i could send a message through time by using ambers. maybe just a simple one, with the year of which the message had been written telling that there was intelligent living beings present at this time. who knows who or wut might find it. an alien that invaded the earth? a super intelligent squid after the next ice age? a robot? or maybe a humanoid, one that has reinhabit this world of wonders after we were extinct? or will it be preserved for so long that a cosmic train crash (clashing of two or more galaxies) or our Sun that constantly builds in mass until it explodes and dies like other stars would destroy it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows wut the future holds? all i can do is follow the flow like a river, no matter which way in turns it will always reach the sea..or a large lake =). the destination is set, its only the path that you go through that makes the difference unless some darned humans set up a dam in between ur path blocking your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35694183-116115777016266886?l=chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/feeds/116115777016266886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35694183&amp;postID=116115777016266886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35694183/posts/default/116115777016266886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35694183/posts/default/116115777016266886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/2006/10/past-present-and-future.html' title='past, present and future.'/><author><name>Crazeology</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17993870346891100962</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-35694183.post-116099595063361540</id><published>2006-10-16T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T00:35:59.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>want too many?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;its been boring these two weeks of holidays. i can't believe i haven't been out on outings with my friends except for a futsal game if u can call that an outing. i haven't watch a movie in the cinema, not even a simple pool or a bowling game. i feel like an anti-social dude *lmao*.&lt;br /&gt;so if any of you who reads this post, do something, please. i can't organise nothing cause i'm gonna be a bit busy myself from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this time frame "from now on" worries me, there is athletics training, interact B.O.D meetings, and scouts(?). all of those activities are keeping me busy and i really hope they don't clash with each other cause that'll be a "cosmic train crash". each have their own importance. that makes me think this will continue through these holidays and continue next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like im making the same mistake over again these two years. i was involved in too many activities like athletics, scouts and shoving myself into a club's Board of Directors, then, when it was time for PMR, there was lots of catching up to do. i wasted half a semester on activities and missed so many classes and tuition classes too. so my catching up was practically startin from scratch on a few chapters of different subjects. thank heavens PMR wasn't too hard but i still struggled a bit during the preparations which i also started late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, after the exams, i felt like i was being strangled but without anything around my neck accept my own lil hands. all the wasted time. studying for PMR really slowed me down, studying the same old things, worrying about nothing, there wasn't any room for me to find new things. so am i going back the same route? how am i gonna survive, obstacles will only get bigger and harder to cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35694183-116099595063361540?l=chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/feeds/116099595063361540/comments/default' 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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-35694183.post-116032052609966278</id><published>2006-10-08T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T01:41:49.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A blog born from boredem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, this blog is basicaly going to be done while im bored. Exactly what's happening now, boredem. PMR is over, pawned all my books, video games bore me now and I'm starting to think too much. Well, i dint have much to do the night after PMR. sitting down and looking for something fun to do while my friends were having 'their fun' . hope they dint do no stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conflicts happening between old friends. that's really hard to control, one is saying this, one is saying that. wut i think? both of them are wrong in a way i can't blame them for. we are 15 now. this is the time we will change most. and also, its all this that begins or become to base to our future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what we choose shall be kept to ourselves and others can't really make anything change. it's best to ask yourself in a quiet place, what do i want and always go by your own way regardless of wut others want you to do, take comments in and think about it too. it's not healthy to try being an adult too soon but you will feel that your left out when ur trying to never be one. life is a long race, start slow, you will need more to last it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-words of wisdom from my coach ~ when u start early you will definitely finish earlier too.dat's if the race is short-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35694183-116032052609966278?l=chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/feeds/116032052609966278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35694183&amp;postID=116032052609966278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35694183/posts/default/116032052609966278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35694183/posts/default/116032052609966278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-born-from-boredem.html' title='A blog born from boredem.'/><author><name>Crazeology</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17993870346891100962</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-35694183.post-116031856370832225</id><published>2006-10-08T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T22:58:18.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>test</title><content type='html'>testicles testicles..1,2.1,2&lt;br /&gt;lol..first time..just testing..dont worry..the real thing coming soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35694183-116031856370832225?l=chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/feeds/116031856370832225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35694183&amp;postID=116031856370832225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35694183/posts/default/116031856370832225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35694183/posts/default/116031856370832225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikit-crazeologies.blogspot.com/2006/10/test.html' title='test'/><author><name>Crazeology</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17993870346891100962</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></feed>
