<?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-5236650</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:46:30.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me.. me.. me and only ME!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>
THE GREATEST IQ REDUCING AGENT MAN HAS EVER KNOWN! TRY THIS FOR A PERIOD OF ONE MONTH! RESULTS ASSURED</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-113847538882373986</id><published>2006-01-29T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T03:09:48.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>who am i?am i what i am?one with what which i despise.if i dun know me, who does?am i so eager to give up on myself?or am i simply embracing what i really am?together with who i really are?but i am, what i am?mask or no mask.but answers or no answers,i am what i am.and who i will be.for better, or for worse.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/113847538882373986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/113847538882373986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2006_01_29_archive.html#113847538882373986' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-110864753028120972</id><published>2005-02-17T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T21:38:50.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>been some time again.its already near the end of my block leave. so sad. had to go back a few days this week for SOC training and guard duty. seriously, such bother. urgh.on a lighter note, i had a rather enjoyable valentines day celebration. although nothing went according to plan, (tony romas became sanur, chocolate bar became mrs fields), i had a blast. seriously, the sofa seat of mrs fields </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/110864753028120972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/110864753028120972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2005_02_13_archive.html#110864753028120972' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-110623818925651621</id><published>2005-01-21T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T00:23:09.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yes... its been long. i'm sorry.wanted to blog on monday, only to take over a computer which exploded within 5 mins. sometimes, i really wonder what my brother does to it. its not the first time my com acted like a thunderflash.so yes, i have disappeared for quite sometime, met up with Chrisite and Dionne this past two days. really had a lovely time with them, talk alot and learnt intersting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/110623818925651621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/110623818925651621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2005_01_16_archive.html#110623818925651621' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-110023902314622825</id><published>2004-11-12T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T13:57:03.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>imagine... that the world is a tennis ball, governed by an association. people are but part of the small particles on this tennis ball... suddenly, you fly away, sucked up a vacuum cleaner, onto the boundless skies, never to know what would happen to you, not knowing where you would end up... in case you are wondering what i am talknig about, its one of the special effects from the movie, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/110023902314622825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/110023902314622825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#110023902314622825' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-109734102016287982</id><published>2004-10-10T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T00:58:11.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>back again... out of that hellhole... urgh...happy to be booking out, happier to sign the book in/out book, and even happier to see my dear on friday, even if it means spending time with her in camp...oh yes, you got that rite, in camp...thanks to the lovely spartan family night.we had performance, a rather nice breakdance, a rather spastic cultural malay song/dance thingy, an even more stupid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/109734102016287982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/109734102016287982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2004_10_10_archive.html#109734102016287982' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-109559450831361757</id><published>2004-09-19T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T19:48:28.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow... had a lovely weekend off... out for quite some time... a rare chance to catch my breathanyway.. had spent lots of time with my dear... lots of things to talk abt and lots of things to clear...niwae, all is well and almost nv better..heh...alright.. booking in soon... you guys have fun out thereps: soorry dudes(ariel, anhong)... busy that night, or would most likely have caught up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/109559450831361757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/109559450831361757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109559450831361757' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-109499210863346445</id><published>2004-09-12T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T12:40:12.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bugging question... what's the diiference between from and at?if a sgt were to ask you to start from 0, are you to count zero or one?from means onwards in many sense, so starting from zero would mean one right?starting at zero? inclusive of zero?for example, say on a monopoly board, you start at go, and you throw a one, you end up 1 square away. saying that you start from go is the equivalent</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/109499210863346445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/109499210863346445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109499210863346445' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-108649338351755517</id><published>2004-06-06T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T11:43:03.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have POPed! i am now Private Zhang. Recruit Zhang no longer exist!i am powerful..... i wish.... blah, nine days of uninterrupted rest... well done... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/108649338351755517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/108649338351755517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108649338351755517' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-108471855634094036</id><published>2004-05-16T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T22:42:36.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How surprising is it, to find out certain things you expect to be, to not be?To see something, only to find nothing when you enter close?To look upon someone, only to see them differently?To let your guard down, only to find yourself still vulnerable?To hold on to something that you know is impossible to reach.Is there purpose? Is there logic? Is there meaning?Somethings, are better left to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/108471855634094036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/108471855634094036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108471855634094036' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-108462963083901655</id><published>2004-05-15T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T22:00:30.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back from sit test... didnt think i did very well... but didnt think any in my detail did well either.Peer appraisal was just stupid, i can hardly name 5 people in the detail, let alone appraise them...haha...anyway, nothing much left to do now... but OC's bday on monday, so got half day off.. hahacan book in on monday 1145haha....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/108462963083901655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/108462963083901655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108462963083901655' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-108374588823372688</id><published>2004-05-05T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T16:35:46.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, back prematurely from field camp. An on/off fever, ranging from 37(off) to 38.9(on) was more than enough to secure my fate. would probably have to make up 3 days of field camp, or maybe two. Ar well... wtf</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/108374588823372688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/108374588823372688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108374588823372688' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-108285492716205572</id><published>2004-04-25T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T09:06:11.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A 12 hour break, a sudden release from, Everything. Yet, this feels nought but stasis.Joy is unfounded, Sorrow, unseen.Stagnant, yet effects ripples through,for every action. Emotionally, nay sad, nor sorry, noughtBliss, but strange, simple contentment. Rehabilitation. In solidary solitude. Peace. Contentment, with a Difference.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/108285492716205572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/108285492716205572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108285492716205572' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-108143709813501211</id><published>2004-04-08T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T23:15:20.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the tune of the song, WE ARE SINGAPORE...Im in Singapore, Im in singapore, its a nation free and forever more!!!k... book out, wats now?i tink my IQ went down....i nv really thought abt anything inside there, no time to ponder, just follow orders...brains seem rather redundant now... haha...well, thats all folks.... (loony toons tune)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/108143709813501211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/108143709813501211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108143709813501211' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-108074650634682206</id><published>2004-03-31T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T23:25:18.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Enlistment is within the daily cycle, preparations have already long began. Time is swift, but painful it might be.Here i am, signing offZhang, out. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/108074650634682206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/108074650634682206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108074650634682206' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-108046266712978279</id><published>2004-03-28T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T16:34:34.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A quote from the Master to the Padawan... "i do not need more friends, i need better friends."how true is that??</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/108046266712978279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/108046266712978279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108046266712978279' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-108023491071650276</id><published>2004-03-26T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T01:18:34.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lost patience, for now? or forever...the meaning is lost, the action continuous. Am i really known, or am i not?do i see, or do i not...purpose, sincerity, lost. action, remains constant. Done, to be, soon. Connection, different. For the better?Not. but is this important?Patience is a virtue, irritance its enemy. Filled with the latter former, so what?purpose, sincerity, lost. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/108023491071650276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/108023491071650276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108023491071650276' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-107885110568109892</id><published>2004-03-10T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T14:44:44.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Watched the butterfly effect today... one of the nicest shows i have watched in recent times...the main theme from the show was probably to show, that nothing, and absolutely nothing can be perfect. And in that show, the protagonist strive for just that. perfection. through his travels, he saw the lifes of people close to him, change tremendously, just through a simple act. yet, though the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/107885110568109892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/107885110568109892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107885110568109892' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-107876489740599078</id><published>2004-03-09T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T00:57:58.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why does one persist on a path knowing it would only lead to conflict, a meaningless conflict in which both parties would be better off without?Why does one persist on fighting for something he would not get?Why does one persist on doing something when he or she already knows the result, a result that no better than it already was? Is there a purpose in all this? Why do people persist in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/107876489740599078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/107876489740599078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107876489740599078' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-107850682034061266</id><published>2004-03-06T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T01:16:38.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For a moment there, the joy at receiving positive results overshadowed much...things that used to matter much suddenly seem so insignificant suddenly... the euphoria is dying off now, and those insignificance has started, once again to grow within me... i cannot help but be this way... i cannot...such a feeling frightens me, that so long after i could still be so unsure... now, it just melts </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/107850682034061266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/107850682034061266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107850682034061266' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-107840247341842111</id><published>2004-03-04T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T20:17:29.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tm shall be the day of reckoning... teh day in which the a level results would be released...the potential of tm's event in shaping the fabric of our present life is immeasureable...it is the course of progression, as it is the unfortunate agent of causing one to be lost... Be lost in despair, or floating in clouds or in between? questions questions questions... shall all be answered tm...the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/107840247341842111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/107840247341842111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107840247341842111' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-107806272936370761</id><published>2004-02-29T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T21:55:00.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Notice: 28 SC, plus a selected few others, you are cordially invited to attend a celebratory steamboat dinner around the Ang Mo Kio area on the 2nd of March, Tuesday 2004 in honour of the forth coming A Level results... PS: 28 SC, if i had not informed you yet about this, pls leave your name on the floober on top... tables would have to be booked beforehand...        </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/107806272936370761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/107806272936370761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107806272936370761' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-107752070471951580</id><published>2004-02-23T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T20:49:12.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the past week or two have been something to remember...different issues coming into as one, as a singular piece of the puzzle...learning of difference annilated due to similar cicurmstance...knowledge for deeper things, stones previous undug excavated...and finally, the beginning of another phase...Question: is the morally, intellectually and socially right choice always the choice to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/107752070471951580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/107752070471951580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107752070471951580' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-107643297463137665</id><published>2004-02-11T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T01:12:00.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the deed is done... or am i undone?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/107643297463137665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/107643297463137665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107643297463137665' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-107625917874659880</id><published>2004-02-09T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T00:55:21.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"People choose to enter the doors of life that leads them back to where they started... The only way for people to get different results is to choose to enter different doors..."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/107625917874659880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/107625917874659880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107625917874659880' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-107625848051290369</id><published>2004-02-09T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T00:43:43.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what which was unfinished yesterday, must be completed today...what was uncompleted today must finish tomorrow...or will it be?it must be done.. by the next...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/107625848051290369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/107625848051290369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107625848051290369' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-107608272203415822</id><published>2004-02-06T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T23:54:22.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Should I risk revisiting?Such simple choices, so difficult a decision....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/107608272203415822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/107608272203415822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107608272203415822' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-107384212284832836</id><published>2004-01-12T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T01:30:29.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is for all who have felt this before...You are not alone is this combat...You ARE nv alone...Despite the times you may have felt the sense of worthlessness, and total despair, understand that all this are natural...all who have been through this have felt this...many have clawed their way out of the ditch, and manage to stand again...many are there, just if you reach out...if you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/107384212284832836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/107384212284832836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107384212284832836' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-107089717415751227</id><published>2003-12-08T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T23:27:15.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lazarus... once more... the ever feeling of unknown... the feeling of disturbed... surprised, as fire frozen... as water burning...unsure, to what it implies, unsure, for the future...no idea to what it would bring...what follows would be despair, and depression...such is the cycle of the ever wantedness...the revolution of that desired...self, seems managable, and much safer...what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/107089717415751227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/107089717415751227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107089717415751227' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-107002616234219533</id><published>2003-11-28T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T21:30:10.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As Qorrine says, "Yeah!!! its over!!!" thats abt it.. heehee</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/107002616234219533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/107002616234219533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#107002616234219533' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-106835071185006788</id><published>2003-11-09T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T12:05:33.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as anhong says...17 days to paradise...1 day to hell...ready or not.. here it comes!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106835071185006788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106835071185006788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106835071185006788' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-106718661180175653</id><published>2003-10-27T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T00:43:35.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>like the others...it has come... finally... like all else... it must end...and shall end... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106718661180175653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106718661180175653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106718661180175653' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-106696319534291563</id><published>2003-10-24T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T10:39:54.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went study with qorrine after lunch with ms nathan at fish &amp; co... didn't last long though... left around 6 45...reached home at 7 andd slept till 9 45 today... kaoz... almost 15 hrs of sleep...must be damn exhausted...yet... the sleep was till restless...can't seem to get pass 2 days without a dream...that sucks...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106696319534291563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106696319534291563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106696319534291563' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-106674077607229492</id><published>2003-10-21T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T20:52:56.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how do you move forward when there is some left behind?how do you live for the future, when the past haunts you?how do you feel alive, when all you feel is constant drudgery?how do you?how?how?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106674077607229492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106674077607229492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106674077607229492' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-106610628750596499</id><published>2003-10-14T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T12:38:07.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>breaching... the strength wavers and falters,the thoughts weak and nowbothers.burdens... strong within and itslonging, tears apart existence... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106610628750596499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106610628750596499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106610628750596499' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-106593570833320568</id><published>2003-10-12T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T13:15:08.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106593570833320568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106593570833320568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106593570833320568' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-106593563737609197</id><published>2003-10-12T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T13:13:57.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As the century nears it formidable end, our global experience of universal proportions, predicted by many greats, will arrive at our System of a Down. Authouritarian oppression, family abuse, depression caused by conformity, and economic devastation will be neutrelizedby technological terrorism, in times of complete chaos, control will never ever be gained for toleration will become extinct. A </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106593563737609197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106593563737609197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106593563737609197' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-106579909824989954</id><published>2003-10-10T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T00:25:36.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the longer it drags, the more intricate the web shall be... and the harder it is to unravel when the time comes... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106579909824989954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106579909824989954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106579909824989954' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-106545213612195849</id><published>2003-10-06T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T22:55:35.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>met up with my lan, gaming card friends on saturday for one of them's 21st birthday party...it was horrible... i seem to have drifted so much from them... wait... i dun even think we were close to begin with... maybe except a few... then was hearing them complain abt how hard it was to pass the n levels... and i was wondering about my own As... ar well... i got out from that chalet as soon as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106545213612195849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106545213612195849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106545213612195849' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-106509582549463020</id><published>2003-10-02T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T19:57:04.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no idea...absolutely no idea whatsoever....i wonder what i feel is justified... and what i do has a meaning...i wonder if all is already lost... and whether it is still worth fighting for... things have changed...feelings have too...what was eagerly anticipated in the past is now seemingly non existent... yet the longing does not seem to have dissipated as much as this anticipation...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106509582549463020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106509582549463020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106509582549463020' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-106501351879666152</id><published>2003-10-01T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T21:05:18.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>negative feelings are contagious...suddenly reading abt other peoples unhappiness makes you think of your own.. feeling someones insercurity makes you feel your own... but feelings like dun give a f*** just dun spread around that easily.. wtf.. this sucks...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106501351879666152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106501351879666152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106501351879666152' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-106484984945518914</id><published>2003-09-29T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T23:37:29.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in ms nathan's tutorial today... it was reasonably light hearted... yet... while laughing, i suddenly realise i dun really feel that theres anything to laugh abt... i was laughing... but it seemed so hollow inside... yet... i dun really feel unhappy at the same time... i just seem to be emotionally detached... thigns that i hould feel happy for meant nothing to me... neither do things that i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106484984945518914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106484984945518914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106484984945518914' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-106449823514870619</id><published>2003-09-25T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T21:57:14.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alexius said... this is a marathon... a long race... a race started 12 years ago...we are at our last leg of it... and it is those who can last out the entire race that can really do well...unlike in 2.4... where most pple push themselves hardess in the last round, many are giving up studying now...it can be said that it is taking a breather... but days are passing fast... days are few now...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106449823514870619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106449823514870619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106449823514870619' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-106424322423834747</id><published>2003-09-22T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T23:07:04.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes... while looking around, i see things, and i feel envious... and i wonder why mine is just not so... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106424322423834747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106424322423834747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106424322423834747' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-106397899685041467</id><published>2003-09-19T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T22:58:15.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shall i go where i am at best? maybe i should... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106397899685041467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106397899685041467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106397899685041467' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-106397897792306173</id><published>2003-09-19T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T21:42:57.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woohoo!!! i got SCV!!! yeah!!! haha</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106397897792306173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106397897792306173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106397897792306173' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-106397758639186372</id><published>2003-09-19T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T21:22:15.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rubin sent me a frozen throne map he created today.. and on the lodaing screen... dedicated the map to me... aw.. so nice.. haha..anyway.. thanks to that map, i experienced the worst lag in my life... when 3 comps met in the centre of the map... with lots of neutrel units there as well ... mistake.. LOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTSSSSSSSS of neutel units there as well...i felt that i couldn't be left out</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106397758639186372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106397758639186372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106397758639186372' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-106371269768273809</id><published>2003-09-16T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T19:44:57.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you worked so hard to get the ball you wanted... and when u finally got it... so are not satisfied with just rolling it... now you want to throw it around... u throw, and you misjudged it... now it falls into the sea... and it starts drifting away... now you lost your ball...your mom told you not to play with the ball by the seaside, and you did not listen... now it's in the sea and drifting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106371269768273809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106371269768273809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106371269768273809' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-106362629140356880</id><published>2003-09-15T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T19:48:26.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>to attain perfect discrimination is to know what is permanent and what is not...to know what changes and what doesn't...to be able to distinguish the variables from the constant...and with the ability to differantiate them, comes with it the ablilty to seek for this constants, although the variables are so much more attractive...the maya in life, the illusion that veils us from  the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106362629140356880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106362629140356880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106362629140356880' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-106318649316115340</id><published>2003-09-10T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T17:34:53.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the event of the confusion, thoughts and acts depicts something hard to comprehend, especially if they are contrasting... expectations leads to excitement, but it is one of the greatest contributors of disappointment as well...if the means is not there, why should there event be this presence of expectations...hold strong, and true... especially to faith...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106318649316115340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106318649316115340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106318649316115340' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-106312015302547813</id><published>2003-09-09T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T23:09:13.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how do i seperate salt from sea water if i do not possess the equipment to do so?what should i present if the seperation is neccessary, yet the tools are not there?life and its difficult choices...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106312015302547813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106312015302547813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106312015302547813' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-106277223139621306</id><published>2003-09-05T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T22:30:31.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>reading through kim's blog just now... found it very interesting...i must admit that it is reasonably accurate...for me... i am attracted mainly to the category of ms pretty, although i prefer the term ms cutie-pie...to add on... i agree that thinking that someone is good looking does not mean that u will be attracted towards them...however, to say that guys at this age cannot seem to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106277223139621306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106277223139621306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106277223139621306' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-10626861514930594</id><published>2003-09-04T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T22:35:51.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today is different... but starkingly similiar...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/10626861514930594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/10626861514930594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#10626861514930594' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-106251124696201996</id><published>2003-09-02T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T22:00:46.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In an ultimate act of pure loathsome stupidity, my magnficent brother locked himself out of his bedroom, which incidently happened to be my bedroom as well...in this process, he denied me a change of dry clothing after my shower...GRR..... irritated....oh btw, he wanted to pay me $2 to a bowl of instant noodles...because he claims that he did not know how to cook it...i think hes just lazy..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106251124696201996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106251124696201996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106251124696201996' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-106242560399392599</id><published>2003-09-01T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T22:13:23.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>things nv seem to turn out the way one wants them to...there is always certain form of uneasiness when pining is to great...i wonder what is really out there...whether it is true, or simply disconcerting...however, when outcomes are limited, one can prepare for both finalities...for there can be predicted and thus emotional fluctuations can be reduced, limited...this i say, but i wonder of</summary><link 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realises that he also wants to do some other thing even more, and the thing he wanted to do at first now seems to be a chore...things nv seem the way one wishes it to turn out...the longing quickly changes into disappointment, and confusion...even when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106224925229023545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106224925229023545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106224925229023545' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-106216869819578691</id><published>2003-08-29T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T22:51:38.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got this over lynn's blog... "no matter how remorseful i feel, it cannot undo the damage i've caused. But still, I need to say this, I truly am sorry."many a times i have felt this way, and many a time, i would try to do my best to make it up, but how often have i truly been successful? it seems as if i have created a dent, a dent that nv seem to disappear... even when it is knocked back, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106216869819578691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106216869819578691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106216869819578691' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-106186224325811022</id><published>2003-08-26T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T09:44:04.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am unable to comprehend and justify why i am the way i am...and that is not good...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106186224325811022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106186224325811022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106186224325811022' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-106182597090135024</id><published>2003-08-25T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T23:39:30.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i cannot understand why it is as it is... a little toning down would make me so much happier...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106182597090135024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106182597090135024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106182597090135024' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-106173342480963481</id><published>2003-08-24T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T21:57:04.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>suspicion... is a bad thing...it makes one wary, and it makes one unhappy...it is a form of thought that drills unhappiness and unnecessary damage...it causes one to be volatile...think of the best.. nv the worst... for the worst rarely happens... work for the best... and the worst would dissipate itself... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106173342480963481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106173342480963481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106173342480963481' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-106173322484382656</id><published>2003-08-24T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T21:53:44.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i find life so interesting...concurrent events that contradict happening together, or within a short period of time...i remember the day when i had a big problem... felt very upset, and thinking about how life sucked...it wan't long before i received one SMS from one of my close friend...it went something like this...."whenever you have a big problem, dun say that GOD! i have a big problem..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106173322484382656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106173322484382656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106173322484382656' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-106164880216714540</id><published>2003-08-23T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T22:26:42.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haiz... exams suck...i tink i have been drained absolutely dry these days...todays econs mock was a killer...i dun ever remembering seeing so many questions in which i had to do so much calculations...nv have i remembering writing two and a half sides for a cas study in my tiny handwriting and still left out one part of a question...this is seriously becoming ridiculous...studying does not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106164880216714540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106164880216714540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106164880216714540' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-106121406273037986</id><published>2003-08-18T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T21:41:02.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>expect the unexpected...feel the unfelt... do the undone...to live is to learn... a life unexplored is one not worth living...do i really believe in this?everyone in life has their eldarados... thier fantasy... their unacheivable dreams...and because of this... they need their own sanctuary to protect themselves from people who wish to relentless tear down this dream of theirs...this is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106121406273037986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106121406273037986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106121406273037986' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-106095434089795952</id><published>2003-08-15T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T21:36:43.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the feelings of emotions are curious, and unfelt...such is why tis so hard to understand...the one sure thoughts are replaced by fragile pieces of wax... melting as surely as it cools...it changes with the wind, as it morphs with the sea...it is uneven, yet constant like the ever pounding of the waves across the beach...it follows the tides... and yet, it means little...this has been known</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106095434089795952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106095434089795952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106095434089795952' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-106095404691215378</id><published>2003-08-15T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T21:31:49.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just read jiji's log about his way of life...the way life should be lived...true... everything he said there to me at least is true...but things in practical are nv like things in theory...watever said is easier than done...can you really act happy when u are feeling disappointed, unhappy, sad, frustrated?whats the point in being something you are not?i suppose living everyday as the last</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106095404691215378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106095404691215378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106095404691215378' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-106087112137688312</id><published>2003-08-14T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T22:29:56.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i nv knew i could actually sleep five hours the day before and not fall asleep in class at all... well done... haha</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106087112137688312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106087112137688312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106087112137688312' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-106087107617441458</id><published>2003-08-14T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T22:29:11.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today is the day... a milestone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106087107617441458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106087107617441458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106087107617441458' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-106052178028973740</id><published>2003-08-10T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T21:23:00.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is the thing they call,That strikes one so hard and strong…The ever paradoxical nature of life,Presents itself once again…The unthought of occurs, The unbelievable, infinite is there to show…The nature of things change,But in ways unpredicted…The necessity is rejected,Resulting in consequences…Patience is a virtue…True to it, this holds…One can never imagine the solution, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106052178028973740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/106052178028973740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106052178028973740' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-105992444168052981</id><published>2003-08-03T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T23:27:21.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This day is different from the rest,this day is the progression from yesterday,where things have evolved...he difference between is two is uncomparable,yet, one looms more likely than the other...Here i stand, as i bid my time,here i stand, as i wait for it to arrive...my eomtions grow strong, yet flutters with the sky,it has grown unpredictable,and i grow worried...THis day passes </summary><link 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fun...this is why i am seriously comtemplating to ask the entire team just to have fun and dun bother that it indeed is a competition...of course, such an act would be rather curious, since we did indeed train for two days now...i think we still have a fair </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/105906023134971816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/105906023134971816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105906023134971816' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-105897609687732589</id><published>2003-07-24T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T00:11:33.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>being judgemental...the act of looking critically at ones fault...is there truthfully a meaning in it?the thoughts and actions of one is forever...once done, it results in a permanent change is the situation,the timeline and destroys all other variables...little thought is given to the undone, which could have happened...shall one destroy what they once held close?should judgementalism </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/105897609687732589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/105897609687732589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105897609687732589' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-105862561599952628</id><published>2003-07-19T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T22:40:15.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wonder why, but i seem to have lost the spark for writing...all the seemingly un-understandable stuff...they all free themselves from me...to be honest, i had tried to write something like that, just for the kick of it...but the end product was meaningless...totally meaningless...even to me...all the entries before meant something to me... they reflect the way i am feeling at that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/105862561599952628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/105862561599952628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105862561599952628' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-105862527989281461</id><published>2003-07-19T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T22:34:39.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>results for common test is all back now...got an e, o, obetter than common test, but still much is to be desired...ar well, studying hard is not enough, studying smart is more important...i have seen proof of that...through many peoples results and my own...prelims is nearing... so pple studying hard...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/105862527989281461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/105862527989281461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105862527989281461' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-105802251306650441</id><published>2003-07-12T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T23:08:33.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>council is officially over...all the morning assemblies and duties are now over...yesterday was the day of the induction of the new council...had a nice dinner with many councillors, both 28 29...however, it was the songs and the talk at the park which was more meaningful...lots of pple cried.. i tink...and gary said he wanted to cry but cannot cry out...it was such a solemn yet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/105802251306650441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/105802251306650441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105802251306650441' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-105776767408770717</id><published>2003-07-10T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T00:21:14.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow... so long since i last blogged...so busy recently...went out with friends on the thursday after geog...had rest and watched vcd on friday... some qualilty me time finally...joined the amazing race organized by watangs church with ariel, trina and wen ai...ij carnival and lan with anhong on sunday..then went out with my jie on monday...had lotsa fun and lotsa fun..thank everybody </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/105776767408770717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/105776767408770717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105776767408770717' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-105687984668387376</id><published>2003-06-29T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T17:44:05.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mid yrs starts tm...gp tm... lit on tuesday, econs on wed, and geog on thursday...well done...haiz...exam sucks...i have said that so many times... and it still remains true...hahai tink i have been complaining too much...niwae.. better get back to studying...gd luck for all ur exams!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/105687984668387376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/105687984668387376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105687984668387376' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-105687971651176633</id><published>2003-06-29T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T17:41:55.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wrote this down long ago..dun really remember when i wrote it.. and since i worote it, might as well just put it down...haha...the thoughts of breaking free,the feelings of total relexation,the hopes of constructive and disruptive notions...they are all to be embraced,for they are the ones of freedom,for they are the connectors to strength and the devoid...dun understand what i am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/105687971651176633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/105687971651176633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105687971651176633' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-96007342</id><published>2003-06-25T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T14:27:33.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went trinas house to study yesterday... more or less finished money and prices.. gonna go her house study again today.. hope can get more work done today...mid yrs are coming.. and its killing me...i tink its killing everyone...haiz... exams suck...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/96007342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/96007342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#96007342' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-95895234</id><published>2003-06-22T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-22T00:35:51.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just got an e-mail, saying that a girl named kris wants me to forward her mail to at least ten pple...if i dun, then i will suffer the ultimate conseqence, death...haiz...so wat did i do?i ignored the mail...so pple... if anything horrible happens to me... blame it on the mail... hahacall it, the mystery of the cursed chain mail...haha...anyway, i have been been better this days... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/95895234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/95895234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#95895234' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-95821435</id><published>2003-06-19T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T16:57:05.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i woke up to expect anticipation, excitement and genuine eagerness...on the contrary, all there was is just tiredness, and some show of disappointment...i wonder what it means to me, and why it means that much to me...there was no drive in it today, and motivating factor whatsoever...now that it is gone, let it be...there was really nothing much there to begin with in the first place...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/95821435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/95821435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95821435' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-95743734</id><published>2003-06-17T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T13:50:19.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hope has been expelled... now evaporated...faith binds me to myself, yet,it feels as if it is choking me...plans have been distorted...much ruined...some remain... many gone...persistence is now a downfall...perseverence is foolhardy...rest, and recover...unless something happens...this would probably be the act now...nothing else is there out there...nothing...emptiness is all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/95743734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/95743734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95743734' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-95663630</id><published>2003-06-15T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T00:27:54.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a deed has been done...a similar parallel found...the hope of a possible end for that parallel was sought after today...the hope remains...what irony is life...that wat happened before has happened again...it has been forecasted, and now is a fact...whether it would remain a continued issue remains the question...i understand...i believe i do...and this is why i am the way i am now...</summary><link rel='edit' 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and not seemingly able to recover...the time draws close...the line drew near...the episode of fear made everything clear...the way i feel has been precise...wondering where this would lead me...i continue</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/95592827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/95592827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95592827' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-95556366</id><published>2003-06-12T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T01:21:54.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the brightness of life shown through the windows,with great clarity and hope...this facade will nv change, nor will it remain constant...many things happen in this world...such things are meant to be... such things will always be... forever...enjoy wat is to be enjoyed...fight through wat must be fought through...resolve wat must be resolved...bear all consequences...do all that is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/95556366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/95556366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95556366' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-95509201</id><published>2003-06-10T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T23:27:10.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Close to me, what really is?i hold myself in my own image, wondering what i have becomed...this is not me, not my natural self...Kenneth remains as Kenneth,the state and the form may change,the essence remains. yet, it is not seen, it is in hibernation, in deep thoughts and desires...many things have made my inner state of self uncertain,confidence has not faltered, or has it?give me a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/95509201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/95509201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95509201' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-95471273</id><published>2003-06-10T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T01:03:33.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The path will continue to follow...the thoughts and hopes will extend...the mist recedes, but for how long?should one sprint as far as he can go before the fog returns?or should one wait for the weather forecast to ensure the fog nv returns?will it be better to continue stagnant in the clear?or should one risk the engulfment of the unseen, the unknown...i know my path, i know my road...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/95471273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/95471273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95471273' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-95426799</id><published>2003-06-08T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T13:46:02.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The little dove spread its wings and flew,Soaring in its lightness and euphoria…Understanding oneself is probably the most important of all human attributes…It gives rise to unbreakable self-confidence…How many people truly have self-confidence?Most people’s confidence are induced by the people around them…Given to them because of their looks, character, or their greatness in certain areas</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/95426799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/95426799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95426799' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-95140268</id><published>2003-06-01T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T11:44:13.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>once again... i have reached a stage of being neutrelized...i know where i am going to... i know the journey i must take...i am not as tired as i was...i wonder why...somethings have changed... somethings have not...in fact... only the way i ran changed...the path remains a dormant straight...the winding road in the beginning has gone...predictability has set in...or is it just that i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/95140268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/95140268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95140268' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-95108078</id><published>2003-05-31T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T11:54:47.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haven been updating for almost a week now...tiring sia...did nite study for like 4 days continously...made a realisation...coffee does help....haha...two out of the four days which i took coffee... so much more awake... and work efficient...haha....sports day yesterday...my class did rather badly i suppose....only 1 out of the possible 4 events we won a medal...well, at least we got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/95108078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/95108078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95108078' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-94857405</id><published>2003-05-25T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-25T20:14:08.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thte time has come...another milestone reached...i have come here once again...the bulb shines bright...too bright in fact...and in the fact of series, the battery runs hopelessly low...a marathon... started with a sprint...a mistake... is that?or a hurdle overcomed?wat lies in thoughts? that thought lies true?truth and falsity...which is more real?parallel, pacing, conservation...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/94857405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/94857405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94857405' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-94638884</id><published>2003-05-21T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T00:10:08.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the candle in the bottle...the bottle lacks oyygen...combustion ceases...a gap appears... the bottle cap has been open...air flows freely through the tiny little gap...yet... combustion has already been ceasing...the 20 odd percent of oyygen flowing through does help to revive the flame... though little it doeschemistry.. test for oxygen... a glowing splinter relights...the flame is </summary><link rel='edit' 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scorched by the fire of futility...i am the romancer... the passion that consumes the flesh...an eternal flame??that nv burns out??does such a thing exist??is existance even there??i cannot say... wat is ther</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/94576660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/94576660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94576660' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-94526151</id><published>2003-05-18T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T22:42:51.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                                                 Requiem for a Dream  She’s not worth it. Simply put it that way.Not anymore, at least.She cannot understand how you feel. Neither do you, for her.You’ve done something wrong. You’ll have to live with the aftermath. You’ve search for forgiveness and repentance, you’ve found none.You’ve tried, really hard. You’ve failed, pretty bad.You just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/94526151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/94526151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94526151' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-94525117</id><published>2003-05-18T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T13:50:08.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hope, believe, fufillment...we seek for wat we long for, and longing is a form of hope...hope comes from faith...faith comes from believe...but longing is not believe..longing and believe... they are worlds apart..yet one leads to the other..and the other does not come to the former...holding onto hope.. is a form of faith...holding excessively to hope is a form of denial...wat does </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/94525117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/94525117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94525117' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-94451282</id><published>2003-05-16T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T22:43:07.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"what if i make a mistake?""if come from inside you... always rite"this lines came from the show karate kid...kinda of an old show but ya.. it was showing on vesak day...didnt actually get to finish watching the show... went out b4 it ended..but yar.. felt that this line had many significance...although it kinda like show a form of six sense into the picture.. i feel that the line is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/94451282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/94451282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94451282' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-94209016</id><published>2003-05-12T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T23:57:33.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wah....realise today actually no nafa test...today no geog test...in fact..today was just a normal day in school...makes me feel better abt not going to school today...haha...i would suppose not going to sch would make anyone happy.... haha...somehow or rather... i dun see much to write abt lately...life goes on as usual...but i doubt for long...LS coming soon... mid yr exam coming </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/94209016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/94209016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94209016' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-94152652</id><published>2003-05-12T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T00:05:45.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy... shalala!!!its so nice to be happy!!! shalala!!!everybody should be happy!!! shalala!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/94152652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/94152652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94152652' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-94152557</id><published>2003-05-12T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T00:02:58.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wat a waste of day i had today... watched vcds... re read a book...slept in the afternoon...stoned in the evening...got medical tm... so no need go sch...but nafa test for me is tm...die sia...haiz...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/94152557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/94152557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94152557' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-93996724</id><published>2003-05-09T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T00:01:45.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"faith is a mysterious quality... on the surface it seems completely foolhardy---- to trust so completely in something you don't know is true... but i think that trust, in most pple, vanishes wehn death stands at the doorsteps. Because death is bigger than human beliefs. It wipes them all away. If u study a dead Jew or a dead Christian or a dead Hindu or a dead Buddhist---- they all look the same</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/93996724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/93996724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93996724' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-93932921</id><published>2003-05-07T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T23:49:44.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>have u ever wondered wat sort of a person u are?ever wondered wat made u click?i feel that i am one easily affected by those around me, those close to me...i suppose i unconciously tabulate all the positive and negative part of life and collectively add it up...i feel that i am sensitive to changes around me... i can be happy over the simplist of things, upset of the slighest of hurdles...i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/93932921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/93932921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93932921' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236650.post-93749013</id><published>2003-05-05T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T00:07:45.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A song... that shows little but mean much...Sing of good things, not bad...Sing of happy, not sad...Sing... Sing a song.... let the world... sing along!!!lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala.... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/93749013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236650/posts/default/93749013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzhang.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93749013' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665664975089480545</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></entry></feed>
