I feel like running, running to the top of the hill, the top of the mountain, the top of the world. And scream out loud, till I run out of air and my lungs burst, till I fall and collapse. And then I'll do it all over again, till nothing is left in this swirling tornado of thoughts but this physical exhaustion.

Who's laughing now?
Blood pours from her dry mouth as she begs for mercy.
Oh, how she screams!
If you think you'll win my forgiveness
Awww, sweetheart, you're sadly mistaken.
You shouldn't have brought us; You shouldn't have hurt us!
You have not one clue what you've started but trust me
You'll know when I'm finished!
It's time, baby!

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HAI RETARD 8D.
Time to start saving up for Vincent+Len+Chikusa before you run out of moneh! NO MOAR RANDOM SPENDINGS FROM NOW. 8D
/smacks self.
(D8 BLEEDING STAR SEEMS TO BE FLOATING FURTHUR AND FURTHUR AWAY FROM PAPA. NUUUU. TAT)
/hyperventilating.

...I really, really hate this. Someone please rescue me.

...First, you don't even bother to do a simple thing that we agreed to split on to do, and now, you still wanna push the blame on us?
This time, I think I really, really went blind.

...Man, I hate irresponsible idiots when it's serious shit.

Conditions:
Alkane
- Thermal Cracking = ~900'C
- Catalytic Cracking = ~500'C, Aluminium Oxide/Silicon Dioxide Catalyst
- Combustion
Alkene
- Hydrogenation = Nickel Catalyst, 200'C
- Halogenation (Bromination) = Absence of light, Halogen in Carbon Chloride (wtf is this?!), Room Temperature
- Hydrohalogenation = Room Temperature
- Hydration = 300'C, 65 Atmospheric Pressure, Phosphuric Acid Catalyst
- Combustion
Alcohol
- Reaction with Metal = Dry Ether, Cold (wa-ow.)
- Dehydration of Alcohol = Concentrated Sulfuric Acid, 170'C
- Formation of Ester = Concentrated Sulfuric Acid, Reflux
- Oxidation = Exposure to Air (duh.)
- Combustion
Carboxylic Acid
- Formation of Ester = (Refer to above)
- Formation of alcohol = LiAlH4 (whut is this =A=), Dry Ether
- Reaction with Metal, Bases and Carbonates (Compared to strong acids - not only bases)

Obviously, I'm really bored. And the fact that I can't get them in my head. How the hell do you remember so many different conditions?! And I forgot what is reflux.

I wonder what's with my blog. Is there some bomb attached to it or something? I keep getting the security pop-up thing when I come here. =A=;

Today was imbasxzxzxz. We went to the event to do what?! To sit at a hidden corner and stone. 8D So imbaz right. But it was fun nonetheless. XD; Hahaha.

=A= shitsxzxzxz.
/keep clicking back to the page. /thinks I'm obsessed with it already. OTL.



...you didn't even bother to do a single, simple thing.
And I don't even know why i was expecting so much for.

Give me something real.

There are no flowers, no, not this time.
There'll be no angels gracing the lines.

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Seeing my primary school best friend brought back nostalgic memories of the primary school days haha. But thennnnn. Zomg I hate him man. 170cm. TAT.

That spark of optimism in your eyes...
It's so blinding it hurts.

I've been restless these few days =A=. /wonders what's wrong with me.

ANYWHOOOOOOOO. INCOMING HOODIEEEE ZOMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG. Wai wasn't my dad at home to collect the package?! DDD8.

Since not much people actually reads my blog...This is in continuation to the dumbdumb suspense earlier. 8D


A man with shoulder length hazel brown hair stepped out of the door, with a dagger in his hands, stained with blood from the tip to the shaft. His piercing blue eyes scanned the surroundings carefully, before noticing Kery sitting at just an inch away from where his leg now was. Kery stared up at the man curiously, both petrified and fascinated at the same time. Their eyes met for the first time, as Kery was struck cold by the lack of emotions within those gorgeous midnight blue eyes. He felt a strange throb in his heart; felt a shiver ran up his body, but not because of fear. He did not know what that feeling was, but it felt majestic, like something big and wonderful was going to happen. The time seemed to momentarily stop then. But the magic was soon broken as the man looked away and walked off. However, only when the man’s shadow disappeared did Kery wake up from his state of trance. He shoke his head lightly, unsure of what just happened, but he knew somehow, that it was a new beginning, a change, a metamorphosis. Of what, he does not know. But he knew, it was definitely the start of something extraordinary. He stood up and made his way back to his house, thoughts still on the man who had intrigued him so.

He slowed down, gradually coming to a halt. Who was that man? He had felt the strange tingle running up his fingertips, his body, his brain, snatching his breath away. From the look in that boy’s eyes, he could see that he was not the only one that felt it. He looked quizzically at his sweaty palms, uncomprehending. It was the first time ever that he had felt something different, other than the lust and greed of all of the people whom he had met thus far. Something bigger and stronger. Like a petite little kitten struggling to get out of its cage, to break free, to be wild and unrestricted. It was a weird feeling, but it felt strangely wonderful. After a long while of standing in the middle of the cold streets, he suddenly snapped out of his thoughts. What does it matter, whoever that guy was? He is none of my concerns, and never will be. He looked down at the filthy blade on his palms and reaffirmed that, then walked on, into the depths of the night.

=A= I sark.

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I like pie.
...wait, that's not my point.
I like rereading my posts for some weird reason. Lol.

The night brewed on and on. The cold wind blew eeriely in the empty, abandoned street. Fallen leaves flew across the darkness, making soft, tiny little swishing sounds as it brushed through the air. The whole street was isolated, absent of any form of living being. (I feel lazy to continue.)

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She’d forgotten. No, she never did. But yet, she never showed. The nights that went on sleeplessly. The time she would spend staring at the empty space, hours and hours, days and days. Yet, the mornings she would pretend to wake up and act like everything’s just okay. The plastic smile on her face throughout the days. No one knows, no one ever knew. The agony that throws her off-balance, throws her crumbling into a heap on the floor every single day, again and again, till she gasps and cry out for breath, for someone to rescue her, to unchain her from this mess that she had own self created. The deep red marks that she had done unto herself, scratching and scratching, till the skin falls off and blood oozes out slowly, gradually, till it dries up. But she’ll scratch again. And again, continuously, unceasingly, till she crumple and collapse from exhaustion. But tomorrow, she’ll scratch again.

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Kery stepped out of the intricatedly carved wooden door, out of the glaring shine of the black chandelier, and into the comforting shimmer of the moonlight. He sighed heavily, relief flooding over him as he managed to escape from the confines of the formal dinner with his wife-to-be whom he had no say in choosing at all. He looked up at the specks of silver lingering around in the vast, endless sky, and unconciously reached out an arm towards them. He wished to be like them, the wandering stars, to be beautiful, wild and free. He knew, however, that that was unobtainable, that he will be constricted by his family name, by his own parents, till the very day he breathes his last breath. He began to run. Faster and faster. The cold wind blowing against his skin was like ecstacy. He drowned himself in the pleasure, in that temporary sense of freedom. Every single thing seemed to light up then. Every single detail became crystal clear. The birds chirping joyfully in the trees seemed to be singing for him, the swish of the trees welcoming him. He felt like he was at the top of the world, the king, the almighty overlord that people feared and respected at the same time. However, the reverie didn't last; it never did. A drop of rain fell right on the tip of his nose, awakening him. Soon, the rain started pouring. He ran past the trees, across the field, towards the abandoned building some kilometres away for shelter. He tried to shake off the water in his clothes, squeeze them dry, but to no avail. He sat down on the hard concrete beside the rusty metal door as he hugged his shivering body in an attempt to get rid of the cold . He squirmed around uncomfortably, unable to find a spot where the ground was not rocky and uneven.

Then, the door opened.

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The blood splattered across the room like a fountain spraying in a park, so alluring and enticing. He took a step forward into the disgusting mess that the sticky crimson had created, and took a closer look at his own masterpiece. The hollow holes that once held eyes stared bleakly into the stale air. A cheek was tore off till the bones were visible, and the other showcased gashes, deep, red and sleek. He smiled to himself in satisfaction and stepped back, turning to depart, not even bothering to destroy any evidence.

After all, he was indestructible.

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I wanna live in a fantasy world. My own fantasy world.