<?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-7538172</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:02:34.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do or Die</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my humble abode, enjoys your stay, comments if u want. Enjoy</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>W L Lau (Kenny)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09525219370109555777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/1288/640/wp_commandos_1024x768.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538172.post-109537873928075466</id><published>2004-09-17T07:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T07:54:12.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;16082004(Thu)Mood...Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ha-ha so long NV writes Liao. Past few weeks busy with NCC and Study so do not have the time to write. Ha-ha. Today very happy. Last paper Liao. So after my paper. Went jamming again at 11+, at last we can play "if I could fly" first part ha-ha, after jamming went back to school at about 1320 for NCC PTI COURSE again. Tired. Because two days ago on 14082004 just had the PTI COURSE first day, today 2nd day then my body haven recovers still in pain. Then just. After course went back home at about 1730. Took a bath eat my dinner and went back take short nap 1830 online again. Chat. Until 2000+ Bernard call me ask me go amk central to accompany him go eat dinner so went KFC. Ar! Reach there then I found out I NV offline, nvm. After his dinner went back home chat again. 2300+ offline. Went back room watch TV. 0000+ then sleep. End&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No fear, no pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nobody left to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'll try alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Make destiny my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I learn to free my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Myself I now must find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Once more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Once more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If I could fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Like the king of the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Could not tumble nor fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I would picture it allIf I could fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;See the world through my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Would not stumble nor fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To the heavens I sail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If I could fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So here I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In solitude I stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've got dreams inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I need to realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My faith has grown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No fear of the unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If I could fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Like the king of the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Could not tumble nor fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I would picture it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If I could fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;See the world through my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Would not stumble nor fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I could ravage my jail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If I could fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538172-109537873928075466?l=kennylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/feeds/109537873928075466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538172&amp;postID=109537873928075466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/109537873928075466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/109537873928075466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-life-16082004thumood.html' title=''/><author><name>W L Lau (Kenny)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09525219370109555777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/1288/640/wp_commandos_1024x768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538172.post-109231551942810108</id><published>2004-08-12T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T20:58:39.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11082004(Sun) Mood... Boring &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wake up at about 0845. Same old thing chat, actually planning to go jamming but at the end Jason cannot go so all NV go Liao, whole morning so boring. Went to take a nap. At about 1430, u lok call me ask me go central walk haha, meet them at S11 then after their lunch go Zone X play walk around central, really got nothing to do then went to have our dinner over at KFC. Haha Daniel goes and asks HP number from other schoolgirls. Haha the funniest part, after he asks, those girls went out of KFC. haha after that go play pool. After the game went home chat. 2330 like that offline Liao. Sweet dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538172-109231551942810108?l=kennylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/feeds/109231551942810108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538172&amp;postID=109231551942810108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/109231551942810108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/109231551942810108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-life-11082004sun-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>W L Lau (Kenny)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09525219370109555777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/1288/640/wp_commandos_1024x768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538172.post-109231486093760070</id><published>2004-08-12T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T20:47:40.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY LIFE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10082004(Sun) Mood... ok&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Wake up at about 0900. Same thing went to on computer and chat all whole morning, at about 1245 Daniel came to my house follow by Jason tan. Haha I take my bloody own sweet time to bath and change. We are meeting the rest at AMK MRT going to buy birthday present for our friend. Meet them 1315 at MRT. 1315 I just bath finish. Then slowly walk to AMK mrt. Haha lucky we not the last to reach. Yong meng last one. Haha, All the part K was shock when we reach AMK mrt cause someone going with us also. Haha everyone like anti that someone. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to orchard walk lor. Nothing much happen. After that went to bishan to have our dinner. Walk back to AMK with yong meng and Daniel. Haha we like keep on running and shouting at each other like mad guys all the way back to AMK like army training. Haha take cover all this Lar lots of craps. Haha dame childish and fun. Reach home at about 2030 I think chat again, at about 2330 offline and sleep Liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538172-109231486093760070?l=kennylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/feeds/109231486093760070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538172&amp;postID=109231486093760070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/109231486093760070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/109231486093760070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-life-10082004sun-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>W L Lau (Kenny)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09525219370109555777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/1288/640/wp_commandos_1024x768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538172.post-109231370416119490</id><published>2004-08-12T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T20:28:24.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>090804</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY LIFE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;09082004(Mon) Mood... weak and sick, happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wake up at about 0700, SHIT!!! Late, I am suppose to reach AMK MRT at 0645, Jason call me, asking me whether coming a not, thinking that I am still feeling unwell so I don’t really feel like going but today is the last training and last show so decide to give a last push. Get myself ready fast and ran all the way to AMK sec, afraid that I might not catch up with them cause I am late. Luckily, the bus was still there. Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, training starts Liao. Under the hot sun pratice all those steps. Feel dame uneasy but have to give a last push, last day Liao. Saw a Hongang NPCC sec girl quite nice haha. But too weak and tired to go and find out about her, so use those rest time to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1745 getting ready NDP 2004 went in and stands by. When our music came, haha moral so high, all of us shout and run out. Haha, I did two major mistakes! Haha. When people stand up I went to push up position when people recover Liao I still stay down there. Don’t know why so blur. Anyway last day Liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything went back home, 2100 go back school for duty; about 0000 reach home wash up and sleep. haha&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538172-109231370416119490?l=kennylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/feeds/109231370416119490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538172&amp;postID=109231370416119490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/109231370416119490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/109231370416119490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/2004/08/090804.html' title='090804'/><author><name>W L Lau (Kenny)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09525219370109555777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/1288/640/wp_commandos_1024x768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538172.post-109197972185023880</id><published>2004-08-08T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T09:16:58.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>080804</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;08082004(Sun) Mood... weak and sick, feeling uneasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Wake up at about 0900, changing my blog. Hope this new one is betters then the past one. Until 12+ Daniel came to my house to use my COM to do the DNT Project, at about 1400, Daniel, Jason and me, went to the AMK MRT bus stop to meet up with the others. Going to u lok house. Ha Terence late again, but he told me before hand ar. reach u lok house at about 1500. I feel so tired and so I lie on his bed and take a nap. When they wanted to go back to amk to meet the other and go city hall watch firework, they wake me up, my whole body feel so hot and uneasy. I have no strength at all. Went back to amk central S11 to have our dinner. I dont feel like eating. I think I am really sick this time. My entire friend was worry about me, looking at me like that. They went to get panadol for me and get drink for me and ask me to go home rest cause the next day I still got training for NDP, feel so weak but at the same time happy too cause my friend care for me, but at the end still went to city with them. On the way there they keep on asking me, "You ok a not" "can a not".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the fireworks, go walk with them. My fever seen to go down Liao, but still I feel so weak. I wanted to stay with them until they wanted to go home but I am too weak for that so I went back home first. Reach home at about 2300 went to take a bath and update my blog and went back to sleep. Hope tmr I will recover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at those photos,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of those time,&lt;br /&gt;I spent with you,&lt;br /&gt;I miss them and I miss you,&lt;br /&gt;Since the moment you say you found your true love,&lt;br /&gt;I found myself not the one,&lt;br /&gt;I use to be,&lt;br /&gt;I felt so lose and confuse,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;I guess all I can do now,&lt;br /&gt;Is just congratulate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now the smile on me,&lt;br /&gt;I wear it everyday,&lt;br /&gt;Taking it off only when,&lt;br /&gt;I am alone in my room at night,&lt;br /&gt;Then I let everything out,&lt;br /&gt;The tears from my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Wet my pillow I lie on,&lt;br /&gt;Until I fall asleep,&lt;br /&gt;Dream of you,&lt;br /&gt;With another guy you love,&lt;br /&gt;I am alone on my own,&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you getting far away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I could just stop,&lt;br /&gt;Wearing that fake smile,&lt;br /&gt;So people can realize,&lt;br /&gt;My suffering isn't over,&lt;br /&gt;It really hurts a lot,&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I think about you,&lt;br /&gt;All of the sudden,&lt;br /&gt;I will feel sad,&lt;br /&gt;You are the only one,&lt;br /&gt;With the only key,&lt;br /&gt;To my heart to change,&lt;br /&gt;Change back who I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life without you,&lt;br /&gt;Has been so unbearable to live,&lt;br /&gt;And I hate every second I breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Because it just proves,&lt;br /&gt;I can live without you,&lt;br /&gt;Every tear that had falls,&lt;br /&gt;Make me lost trust in everything,&lt;br /&gt;All this prove that,&lt;br /&gt;How much I need you,&lt;br /&gt;How much I need you,&lt;br /&gt;How can I find back the hopes?&lt;br /&gt;Hope there is still hopes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538172-109197972185023880?l=kennylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/feeds/109197972185023880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538172&amp;postID=109197972185023880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/109197972185023880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/109197972185023880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/2004/08/080804.html' title='080804'/><author><name>W L Lau (Kenny)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09525219370109555777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/1288/640/wp_commandos_1024x768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538172.post-109184743366953123</id><published>2004-08-07T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T11:11:44.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>070804</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;03082004(Sat) Mood... ok quite cheerful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;wake up at about 0930. haha. no training today, for the next few days to next week wed might be holiday for, no school, no training. haha, DNT N lever project also finish. no stress now but N lever coming, past few day, cause of DNT no time to update blog, now DNT finish liao. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terence came to my house at anout 1000 to do his FN project. mrs lim call his mum last night again so he have to rush the project by today 1145. but still cant finish on time so at about 1230 then go school hand in. Thought mrs lim will scold him. haha luckly nv. after that went to central to have a walk. went to S11 to have my lunch after that went home sleep. haha dono y nowadays love to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up at about 1900. Back to my com again, chat the whole night. light off at about 0100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Leadership&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some words for the Part C and others who want to know about leadership&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember what I say. A true leader is someone who can train his man up to a leader who is even better then him. I don’t know whether u all agree a not, maybe u all may think that I talking crap but still I agree and believe in it. People always think that in NCC is just shouting or doing all those tough thing or even if u are the seniors, u are just there to so call play you’re junior and make them suffer. But after in NCC so long, I found that NCC is not all this, if u look deeper into it, NCC is all about leadership, loyalty, teamwork, discipline, commitment, responsibility. NCC have make me try lots of thing that others cannot try for example building up a unit in school, training man up to be a leader, going Brunei for jungle training. Part c remembers in order to do well in the future. U must have pride in NCC in what you do in NCC. Must have the honour in NCC too. Like what I say NCC is about discipline, have it inside you and show it so that the junior will respect you. You all may wondering who the true leader is, you all may have make some guess or maybe even don’t care but still have to say to let u know. The true leader is you all, the part c, you all may ask why, the ans is because so far no spec have take you all for training, is you all, the part C yourself take your own training and train you yourself up, is you all who wanted to pull the standard up to the next level you yourself train yourself up to the next higher level. The true leader is you all and not others, another thing, never ever fight with your own platoon no matter what tell yourself your platoon mate is the one who suffer with you in that bloody 4 years so your platoon mate should be closer to you then your friend in class, anything unhappy make sure you go and talk to him nicely. End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART C&lt;br /&gt;Always stay tight together all 21 of you&lt;br /&gt;and stay strong and never fall apart&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your crap platoon Sgt SSG KENNY&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538172-109184743366953123?l=kennylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/feeds/109184743366953123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538172&amp;postID=109184743366953123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/109184743366953123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/109184743366953123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/2004/08/070804.html' title='070804'/><author><name>W L Lau (Kenny)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09525219370109555777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/1288/640/wp_commandos_1024x768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538172.post-109154307443122861</id><published>2004-08-03T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T11:11:11.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>030804</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;03082004(Tue) Mood ... very tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Wake up by my brother again at 0610. So tired don't feel like getting up from the bed, I only sleep for 3 hours but no choice still have to get up and wash out and update my blog. Went to school at about 0645. Canteen again, sit there do nothing. Haven does DNT yet. But no have the strength to do it. The whole morning is like the same lor. Boring life, Shawn birthday today, 1 week detention have reduce to 2 days Liao lucky. DNT project due date have also change to Friday Liao lucky again. After school go NCC lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part C unhappy with each other again. At the end scold them in that bloody hall. No choice have to, hate to see my part like this, the moral so low. Stress, have to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1700 return home check mail and chat with my friend. 1750 go out again to meet my friend to go somewhere. Came back at about 2100. Back to my COM chat chat. Tmr will be a hard day I am sure, so much problem coming against me tmr. I am ready for anything Lar. *sweet dream*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As many things I wish I didn't do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I continue learning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I just want you to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the reason is you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry that I hurt you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's something &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I must live with everyday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all the pain I put you through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish that I could take it all away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And be the one who catches all your tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's why I need you to hear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the reason is You &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I just want you to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the reason is you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've found a reason to show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A side of me you didn't know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A reason for all that I do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the reason is you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason by &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoobastank&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538172-109154307443122861?l=kennylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/feeds/109154307443122861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538172&amp;postID=109154307443122861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/109154307443122861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/109154307443122861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/2004/08/030804.html' title='030804'/><author><name>W L Lau (Kenny)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09525219370109555777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/1288/640/wp_commandos_1024x768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538172.post-109144197789322404</id><published>2004-08-02T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T11:10:30.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>020804</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;02082004(Mon) Mood sian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wake up by my brother at 0610. Morning rain, so cold. Get myself ready. And walk to school, leave my house at 0630 reach school at about 0635, same old thing went to the canteen and wait for the rest to come. Nothing much happen in the morning. School start, all went back to class. Today PE was fun, went to play over at the school netball court under the rain. Haha so cold. After PE went back to class for PHY lesson, got back our test paper, ha I fail 7/25. Today was like so fun that no one care to listen to the rest of the lesson after PE. So today the whole day learn nothing. Keep on talking crap in class, if not walk around the class. Fu zhu and Mok fight in class today because of a comb, so funny thought that fu zhu want to beat up mok, so I went to push him back and cool him down, at the end kana scold by him, haha saying that he want to go back to his sit and not beat up mok, haha I act smart, so funny nvm forget it, let him scold lor who call me so busybody ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, there is an English lesson at 1415, but all plan not to go for the class cause me,&lt;br /&gt;u lok, Terence, Daniel and Rajiv wanted to go for jamming for 1 hour. First time going with them, learn to play the keyboard, hard to get it right, haha can see that I am not talent in this thing, but fun ar. After that went back to school. The lesson still haven end then the teacher saw us ask us to go in. sit there for 5 mins, 1615 come out Liao. While coming out of the classroom, so unlucky saw MDM Norpipah, asking us why so late then come, at the end got scolded from her and kana 1 week detention sia. Sian Sian sain. After that went to 424 sit and talk lor, at about 1700+ go home, reach home nearly 1800 Liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get myself a hot bath, and then do my DNT Liao. Tmr have to pass up, still got a lot more to do, tonight don’t need sleep Liao. At around 2000 went all the way to Kelvin house to get his DNT file so that I can do. it took me about 45 mins to come back home. By the time I come back house is about 2100 Liao. Do my DNT again. Shawn came to my house at about 2200. To do his project too. Let him use the COM. and then he went back home again, haha forget to bring something. Meanwhile he went out. I really very tired doing that DNT. Went to make a make up. And ask my brother to help me take some photo. haha look cool and funny too. After that want to wash away those make up that I have make, keep on rubbing my face, rub until so pain then so face red, pain lol.after cleaning up all the thing went back to my DNT again then Shawn also came back liao. Do the DNT until 0230 sia. Still got lot more to do sia. But very tired. Both of us went back to the room play WC 3 haha. At about 0300 I sleep Liao. Tired! but still haven finish DNT End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saying that loving u, not matter what happen,&lt;br /&gt;No matter who you love, no matter how bad u are,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard u hurt me, as long as u are happy,&lt;br /&gt;I will be happy too cause I just want to see you happy,&lt;br /&gt;IS ALL FAKE, who the hell in this world &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't want the one they love,&lt;br /&gt;To stay by their side, hold them and never let go,&lt;br /&gt;It is just another reason make up to cover the ture, and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it really hurt a lots,&lt;br /&gt;A lot, and I know you won't care, cause&lt;br /&gt;I am just another fool to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538172-109144197789322404?l=kennylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/feeds/109144197789322404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538172&amp;postID=109144197789322404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/109144197789322404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/109144197789322404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/2004/08/020804.html' title='020804'/><author><name>W L Lau (Kenny)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09525219370109555777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/1288/640/wp_commandos_1024x768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538172.post-109134695802664841</id><published>2004-08-01T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T11:09:38.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>010804</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY LIFE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;01082004(Sun) Mood Boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Wake up at about 0930, had a fast wash up, had a cup of hot Milo and went to on my computer to check my mail, to see anyone online. Looking at the date, remind me that today is a important day, yah, today is the change of guards of istana, but cant remember the time of the parade, I so blur haha. No choice, I miss two parades already. The June one and the July one ... cause of Brunei trip and NCC day parade. Haha. So went to check and find friends to accompany me go. Haha. But at this time all haven wake up.lol. At about 10+ some of my NCC cadets online Liao, went to ask them. Haha lucky they wanted to go with me. Thought that this month I have to go alone Liao. The whole morning was so boring ... no one to chat with. So went to take my bag take my Dnt project out and do, 2 more days to hand up...but until one part I dont know how to do. Lazy to go and find out. Go ask my friend, he also dont know, 4 get it dont do Liao. Think I better ask Kelvin to lend me his file then I do. It seen that Monday night cannot sleep Liao ... must do the bloody N level dnt project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the afternoon Then yong meng call me ask me to go his house to help him in his computer, saying that his computer got problem ... so I went lor. At the end no problem Liao cause his sister help to fix Liao wah. Haha went back home at about 12+ look at my com. wah so many people offline Liao. All go out Liao ... haha. Look at the COM doing nothing clicks here and there. Until 1300+. . So boring .the time go so slow 1630 is still so far away. No choice, went to sleep again. Rain sia so cold ... about 1500 wake up Liao the rain stop Liao... then just found out that I miss my lunch haha nvm anyway dont feel like eating. Went back to my COM haha ... still no people online. . So wait lor wait wait until 1630.. and then jason and min chin came to my house liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to AMK mrt wait for terence and bernard... haha terence late again... meet him1715 , he 1735 then came haha. went to istana watch the parade after that went to PS walk aroung and shop and have our dinner over there after that went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach home about nearly 2200. Back to my COM again, all my friend come ask me about the DNT project haha but i dont know haha. At 2300, offline liao .. went to watch GTO after the show, feel so tired... then sweet dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Walking down the lonely street,&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the moon high above me,&lt;br /&gt;Your face always appears in my mind every mins,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to forget, forget about you,&lt;br /&gt;But the more I want to forget the more I think about you,&lt;br /&gt;Always wanted to be with you,&lt;br /&gt;But it seen that you have already found someone you love,&lt;br /&gt;Who love you too, the cut u gives me hurts a lot,&lt;br /&gt;But as long u are happy, no matter how pain it is,&lt;br /&gt;I will still take it, cause all I want for you is just...&lt;br /&gt;Happiness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538172-109134695802664841?l=kennylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/feeds/109134695802664841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538172&amp;postID=109134695802664841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/109134695802664841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/109134695802664841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/2004/08/010804.html' title='010804'/><author><name>W L Lau (Kenny)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09525219370109555777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/1288/640/wp_commandos_1024x768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538172.post-109092726381691053</id><published>2004-07-27T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T11:07:05.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is wroth waiting </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love is wroth waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As the time past by,&lt;br /&gt;From the friends around us,&lt;br /&gt;All the clues they have hints us,&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you know my feeling towards you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you need time...&lt;br /&gt;to think, to consider, but&lt;br /&gt;no matter what the ans is,&lt;br /&gt;I will take it and respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what heppen,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;I will always be here,&lt;br /&gt;here waiting for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause the friendship we have, and&lt;br /&gt;my love to you is always ture.&lt;br /&gt;your love to me is...&lt;br /&gt;always wroth waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-W L Lau kenny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538172-109092726381691053?l=kennylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/feeds/109092726381691053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538172&amp;postID=109092726381691053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/109092726381691053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/109092726381691053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/2004/07/love-is-wroth-waiting.html' title='Love is wroth waiting '/><author><name>W L Lau (Kenny)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09525219370109555777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/1288/640/wp_commandos_1024x768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538172.post-109076168825219541</id><published>2004-07-25T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T11:06:33.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Differences between loves and like.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The differences between love and like...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Differences between loves and like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the person you love, your heart beats faster,&lt;br /&gt;But in front of the person you like, you get happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the person you love, winter seem like spring,But in front of the person you like, winter is just a be artful winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look into the eyes of the one u love, you blush,&lt;br /&gt;But if you look into the eyes of the one u like, you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the person you love, you can't say anything on your mind, But in front of the person you like, you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the person you love, you tend to get shy,but in front of the person you like, you can show your own self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person you love comes into your mind every 2 minute.&lt;br /&gt;You can't look straight into the eyes of the one you love,&lt;br /&gt;But you can always smile into the eyes of the one you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the one you love is crying, you cry with them,&lt;br /&gt;But when the one you like is crying, you end up comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of love starts from the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And the feeling of like starts from the ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you stop liking a person you used to like,&lt;br /&gt;All you need to do is cover your ears,&lt;br /&gt;But if you try close your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Love turns into a drop of tear and remains in your heart forever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from a e mail&lt;br /&gt;-W L Lau kenny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538172-109076168825219541?l=kennylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/feeds/109076168825219541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538172&amp;postID=109076168825219541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/109076168825219541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/109076168825219541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/2004/07/differences-between-loves-and-like.html' title='Differences between loves and like.'/><author><name>W L Lau (Kenny)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09525219370109555777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/1288/640/wp_commandos_1024x768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538172.post-109075533347357486</id><published>2004-07-25T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T11:05:35.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you ask...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A girl  asked a guy if he thought she was pretty, he said...no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked him if he would want to be with her forever....and he said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then asked him if she were to leave would he  cry, and once again he replied with a no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had heard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she walked away,  tears streaming down her face the boy grabbed her arm and said....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not pretty you're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to be with you forever. I NEED to be with you  forever.&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldnt cry if you walked  away...I'd die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from a e-mail&lt;br /&gt;-W L Lau keanny  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538172-109075533347357486?l=kennylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/feeds/109075533347357486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538172&amp;postID=109075533347357486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/109075533347357486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/109075533347357486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/2004/07/no.html' title='No...'/><author><name>W L Lau (Kenny)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09525219370109555777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/1288/640/wp_commandos_1024x768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538172.post-109059993243839781</id><published>2004-07-23T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T11:05:06.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My feelings </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Should I give up or Should I carry on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;From the start untill now,&lt;br /&gt;There is something happen between us,&lt;br /&gt;It seen that the distance between us is getting far apart.&lt;br /&gt;I know my feeling towards you is more than friend,&lt;br /&gt;I express my feeling towards you,&lt;br /&gt;But there is a no reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this make me ask myself,&lt;br /&gt;Should I give up or should i carry on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seen that I will never get the reply,&lt;br /&gt;And I guess I know what the reply is,&lt;br /&gt;And I know it wil be sad.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I had never express it to u,&lt;br /&gt;And we can stay as  friend,&lt;br /&gt;And not what we are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look out of the window and ask myself,&lt;br /&gt;Should I give up or should i carry on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the moon thought the clear blue sky,&lt;br /&gt;I am very lost and confuse&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that I can turn back the time,&lt;br /&gt;And never say what I have say,&lt;br /&gt;So we can stay as normal...&lt;br /&gt;as normal friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i give up or should i carry on?&lt;br /&gt;-W L lau kenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538172-109059993243839781?l=kennylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/feeds/109059993243839781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538172&amp;postID=109059993243839781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/109059993243839781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/109059993243839781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-feelings_23.html' title='My feelings '/><author><name>W L Lau (Kenny)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09525219370109555777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/1288/640/wp_commandos_1024x768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538172.post-109040499694827666</id><published>2004-07-21T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T11:04:33.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My feeling </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Something i wanted to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There's been something I’ve wanted to tell,&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw you, I thought...&lt;br /&gt;I thought u were fine, just like others girls,&lt;br /&gt;What I want is just a friend.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When the first time I went out with you,&lt;br /&gt;I see more about you and I fall...&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I still falling for you,&lt;br /&gt;This feeling, I'm feeling now, feel so true,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Whenever I walk past you,&lt;br /&gt;I don't say a thing cause I am just too shy.&lt;br /&gt;When you don't smile when you walk past me.&lt;br /&gt;I say nothing, but it hurts a lot inside my heart.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So many things I wanted to say,&lt;br /&gt;When I first went out with you,&lt;br /&gt;I find you pretty, I find you cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted for you is to see you forever cheerful&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Whenever you are alone.&lt;br /&gt;Always wanted to spent time with you,&lt;br /&gt;But my shyness always pulls me away.&lt;br /&gt;Too scare to tell you how I feel, every single day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Scare to hear "no" or "I just want to be friend"&lt;br /&gt;Because I really do hope our heart to blend,&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can be with you when you are down,Want to be with you forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-W L Lau Kenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538172-109040499694827666?l=kennylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/feeds/109040499694827666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538172&amp;postID=109040499694827666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/109040499694827666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/109040499694827666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-feeling.html' title='My feeling '/><author><name>W L Lau (Kenny)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09525219370109555777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/1288/640/wp_commandos_1024x768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538172.post-109031704326238494</id><published>2004-07-20T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T11:03:45.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should i try ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Every day I try really hard&lt;br /&gt;to get her attention,&lt;br /&gt;but no matter what I do,&lt;br /&gt;I'm left with that same question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does she notice me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at her I see&lt;br /&gt;an attractive, cheerful girl.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but wonder&lt;br /&gt;and ask myself with a sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she looks at me, what does she see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited when I see her,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm determined to say "hi."&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I get nervous&lt;br /&gt;and the chance passes me by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many chances do I get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit and daydream about&lt;br /&gt;the life we could have together.&lt;br /&gt;If only she knew I existed,&lt;br /&gt;then she could be mine forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will my dreams come true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one little kiss&lt;br /&gt;is all I would need&lt;br /&gt;to ease the hurt&lt;br /&gt;in a heart that bleeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever get that kiss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night I wish&lt;br /&gt;that someday she'd be mine.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just waiting&lt;br /&gt;for God to give me a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will god give me the sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will she ever be mine?&lt;br /&gt;I just cant tell her all this.&lt;br /&gt;worry I might get the sad Ans&lt;br /&gt;worry we cant be friend anymore.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;should I try?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-W L Lau kenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538172-109031704326238494?l=kennylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/feeds/109031704326238494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538172&amp;postID=109031704326238494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/109031704326238494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/109031704326238494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-feelings.html' title='My feelings'/><author><name>W L Lau (Kenny)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09525219370109555777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/1288/640/wp_commandos_1024x768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538172.post-109031601958301336</id><published>2004-07-20T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T11:02:23.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My feeling towards you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Never have I seen a girl&lt;br /&gt;Who's beauty shines through the world&lt;br /&gt;Who has the most beautiful, tender, gorgeous face&lt;br /&gt;Who looks so good, she makes my heart race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has the prettiest, most sparkling, dazzling eyes&lt;br /&gt;It'll make you think she's from some place high&lt;br /&gt;An angel from above, you would think&lt;br /&gt;I hope someday, our hearts will link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never have I seen a girl&lt;br /&gt;Who's sweetness is known throughout my world&lt;br /&gt;Who has the biggest, kindest, sweetest heart&lt;br /&gt;Who is so great, I'd never want to part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the nicest girl I've ever met&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel great, for sure, that's a bet&lt;br /&gt;She picks me up when I'm falling down&lt;br /&gt;Making sure I don't make a frown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's getting close to the time&lt;br /&gt;To tell that girl I want her to be mine&lt;br /&gt;SUPRISE! This nice girl is you&lt;br /&gt;Oh I hope to hear, "I like you too!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hope i really can tell you&lt;br /&gt;-W L lau kenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538172-109031601958301336?l=kennylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/feeds/109031601958301336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538172&amp;postID=109031601958301336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/109031601958301336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/109031601958301336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-feelings_20.html' title='My feelings'/><author><name>W L Lau (Kenny)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09525219370109555777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/1288/640/wp_commandos_1024x768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538172.post-109023669664160147</id><published>2004-07-19T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T11:01:31.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life has other meanings</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt; Story (meaningful)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Many years ago, in a poor Chinese village, lived a peasant with his son. His only material good, besides the land and his little straw hut, was a horse he had inherited from his father. One day the house ran away, leaving the man without a horse to till the land. His neighbors came to his home to let him know how much they regretted what happen. He thanked the visit, but asked, "how would you know that what happened has been a misfortune in my life?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Somebody commented in a low voice to a friend,” he doesn't want to accept reality, let him think what he wants, as long as he doesn't get sad with what has happened.' And the neighbors went away.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A week later, his house came back to the stable, but he was not alone. It brought with a beautiful mare as company. When the neighbors heard the news, they then understood the answer the man had given them. They returned to the peasant's home to congratulate him for his good luck. They excitedly said,” before you had just one horse but now you have two. Congratulations!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Thank you very much for your visit, how to you know that what happened to me is a blessing in my life?" answered the peasant.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Confused, and thinking the man was turning insane, the neighbors walked away.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A month had passed, the peasant's son decided to tame the mare. But the animal jumped unexpectedly, and the boy had a bad fall, breaking his leg. The neighbors came back to the peasant's home with presents for the wounded youth. The neighbor tries to console the father, saying that they were very sad for what happened. The man thanked the visit and everybody's affection. But he asked," how do you know if what happened has been a misfortune in my life?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This sentence left everybody astonished. When leaving the peasant's home they commented among themselves that the farmer was crazy; his only son may end up lame forever and he still had doubts whether what had happened was a tragedy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Some month passed and Japan declared war on china. The emissaries went through the country looking for healthy boys to be sent to the battlefront. They arrived at the village and drafted all the young ones except the peasant's son who had broken his leg. None of the boys returned alive. His son recovered and the two animals produced a litter that was sold at a high price.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The peasant went to visit his neighbors to console them and help them with the loss of their sons. Always when any of them complained, the peasant would say,” how do you know if this is a tragedy?" and if somebody was too happy, he would ask,” how do you know if that is a blessing?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And the people of that village understood that, beyond appearances, life has other meanings.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-W L LAU kenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538172-109023669664160147?l=kennylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/feeds/109023669664160147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538172&amp;postID=109023669664160147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/109023669664160147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/109023669664160147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/2004/07/life-has-other-meanings.html' title='Life has other meanings'/><author><name>W L Lau (Kenny)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09525219370109555777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/1288/640/wp_commandos_1024x768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538172.post-108947022174536245</id><published>2004-07-10T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T11:00:18.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If One Day.... </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IF ONE DAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If one day you feel like crying...&lt;br /&gt;Call me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't promise you that...&lt;br /&gt;I will make u laugh&lt;br /&gt;But I can cry with you&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;If one day you want to run away.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to call me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't promise to ask you to stop,&lt;br /&gt;But I can run with you.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;If one day you don't want to listen to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Call me and...&lt;br /&gt;I promise to be very quiet&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;If one day u need help&lt;br /&gt;Just call me...&lt;br /&gt;I can't promise i can help,&lt;br /&gt;But I will try my best.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;If one day u need someone to be at your side...&lt;br /&gt;call me and&lt;br /&gt;I promise i will be with u.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;But if one day you call...&lt;br /&gt;and there is no answer&lt;br /&gt;come fast to see me&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i need you...&lt;br /&gt;-W L Lau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538172-108947022174536245?l=kennylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/feeds/108947022174536245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538172&amp;postID=108947022174536245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/108947022174536245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/108947022174536245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/2004/07/if-one-day.html' title='If One Day.... '/><author><name>W L Lau (Kenny)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09525219370109555777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/1288/640/wp_commandos_1024x768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538172.post-108929259046464693</id><published>2004-07-08T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T10:58:04.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Failure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;What is failure all about. Why is there failure here, that always pull us down and make us cry and sad. Everytime there will be people commit suicide cause of failure in something. So why must there be Failure in this world. It is here to make our life hard and more stress but FIRST if we think from the positive side. Actually failure is here to make all of us to be more thougher. It make us fall and to stand up again and it train us up to much more toughter then the last time of us before fall. and it keep on coming to us untill we make it to what we want. That is what real FAILURE all about.&lt;br /&gt;-W L lau kenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538172-108929259046464693?l=kennylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/feeds/108929259046464693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538172&amp;postID=108929259046464693' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/108929259046464693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/108929259046464693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/2004/07/failure.html' title='Failure '/><author><name>W L Lau (Kenny)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09525219370109555777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/1288/640/wp_commandos_1024x768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538172.post-108928215928643794</id><published>2004-07-08T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T10:55:20.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure Your Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Treasure Your Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A relationship is like a rose, How long it lasts, No one knows, Love can erase an awful past, Love can be yours, You'll see at last, To feel that love, It makes you sigh, To have it leave, You'd rather die, You hope you've found that special rose, Cause you love and care for the one you chose. In life, it is not easy to find your true love. In this world there is million million of people but still it's not easy to find someone u love that also love u too. If u found one, treasures it and don't let it go easily cause once u let go of it, it takes a long time and hard time to find back one. Those who found your true love and relationship, Remember no matter what happen, Take it easily and always make sure your relationship stand up tall and never fall. Cause many people wants to be like u but they can't. everyoone have a someone they love too, but most of it the fated don't match. So never give your love up easily. Treasure it. Smile at your girl, Smile at your Boy, Smile at your wife, Smile at your husband, Smile at each other and that will help you to grow up in greater love for each other. Cause for those passionately in love, the whole world seems to smile to them.&lt;br /&gt;-W L Lau kenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538172-108928215928643794?l=kennylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/feeds/108928215928643794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538172&amp;postID=108928215928643794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/108928215928643794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/108928215928643794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/2004/07/treasure-your-love.html' title='Treasure Your Love'/><author><name>W L Lau (Kenny)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09525219370109555777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/1288/640/wp_commandos_1024x768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538172.post-108919457948906075</id><published>2004-07-07T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T10:56:46.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talks about Leadership </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LEADERSHIP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;What is leader? what is leadership? what is it all about? what does a leader do? why is it so important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, a real leader is someone who can make diffence in something that not everyone can do it. A real leader is someone who must be able to lead, that the rest will look high upon him. a real leader mission is to train his man up to leader that are even better then the leader itself. Train your man to be better then u then, u are a success leader!&lt;br /&gt;-W L Lau kenny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538172-108919457948906075?l=kennylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/feeds/108919457948906075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538172&amp;postID=108919457948906075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/108919457948906075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/108919457948906075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/2004/07/talks-about-leadership.html' title='Talks about Leadership '/><author><name>W L Lau (Kenny)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09525219370109555777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/1288/640/wp_commandos_1024x768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538172.post-108919336958274448</id><published>2004-07-07T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T10:48:58.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Name that start with a (K)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Name that start with a (K)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You are secretive, self-contained, and shy. You are very sexy, sensual, and passionate, but you do not let on to this. Only in intimate privacy will this part of your nature reveal itself. When it gets down to the nitty-gritty, you are an expert. You know all the little tricks of the trade, can play any role or any game, and take your love life very seriously. You don't fool around. You have the patience to wait for the right person to come along. You are very generous &amp; giving, often selfless. You are kind-natured &amp;amp; sweet, which is found to be attractive by many. You are a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;-W L Lau kenny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538172-108919336958274448?l=kennylau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/feeds/108919336958274448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538172&amp;postID=108919336958274448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/108919336958274448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538172/posts/default/108919336958274448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennylau.blogspot.com/2004/07/name-that-start-with-k.html' title='Name that start with a (K)'/><author><name>W L Lau (Kenny)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09525219370109555777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/1288/640/wp_commandos_1024x768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
