<?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-7528748</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:12:21.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a journey through the Pacific</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</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>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-113730073692428492</id><published>2006-01-15T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T12:52:16.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Enough To Answer?</title><content type='html'>Here's a poem written by Lena Lathrop, entitled " A Woman's Question". It chills me as if the poem is talking to me, or for me. It shows me to be the immature boy that I am, stopping me in my tracks and daring to be man enough to treat a woman right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know you have asked for the costliest thing&lt;br /&gt;Ever made by the Hand above?&lt;br /&gt;A woman's heart, and a woman's life - &lt;br /&gt;And a woman's wonderful love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know you have asked for this priceless thing&lt;br /&gt;As a child might ask for a toy?&lt;br /&gt;Demanding what others have died to win,&lt;br /&gt;With the reckless dash of a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have written my lesson of duty out,&lt;br /&gt;Manlike, you have questioned me.&lt;br /&gt;Now stand at the bars of my woman's soul&lt;br /&gt;Untill I shall question thee.&lt;br /&gt;You require your mutton shall always be hot,&lt;br /&gt;Your socks and your shirt be whole;&lt;br /&gt;I require your heart be true as God's stars&lt;br /&gt;And as pure as His heaven your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You require a cook for your mutton and beef,&lt;br /&gt;I require a far greater thing;&lt;br /&gt;A seamstress you're wanting for socks and shirts - &lt;br /&gt;I look for a man and a king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A king for the beautiful realm called Home,&lt;br /&gt;And a man that his Maker, God.&lt;br /&gt;Shall look upon as He did on the first&lt;br /&gt;And say:" It is very good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fair and young, but rose may fade&lt;br /&gt;From this soft yound cheek one day;&lt;br /&gt;Will you love me then 'mid the falling leaves,&lt;br /&gt;As you did 'mong the blossoms of May?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your heart an ocean so strong and true,&lt;br /&gt;I may launch my all on its tide?&lt;br /&gt;A loving woman finds heaven or hell&lt;br /&gt;On the day she is made a bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I require all things that are grand and true,&lt;br /&gt;All things that a man should be,&lt;br /&gt;If you give this all, I would stake my life&lt;br /&gt;TO be all you demand of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you cannot be this, a laundress and cook&lt;br /&gt;You can hire and little to pay;&lt;br /&gt;But a woman's heart and a woman's life&lt;br /&gt;Are not to be worn that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEah, the poem wording might be a bit old-fashioned, but the message is timeless... So man enough to answer????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528748-113730073692428492?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/113730073692428492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=113730073692428492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/113730073692428492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/113730073692428492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2006/01/man-enough-to-answer.html' title='Man Enough To Answer?'/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-113503472619022233</id><published>2005-12-20T07:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T09:38:32.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perseverence</title><content type='html'>Talking about perseverence, it often relates to DOTA items of which heroes used as a tool for battle.... It gives a HP and mana regeneration, so that when the enemy attacks one heroe, hp and mana regeneration also builds up..... It was always the first thing that most DOTA gamers buy for their heroes, if not a priority to buy it. It was really joyful to play DOTA with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I start my 1st post-christmas day with a little quiet time reading my bible, and this verse caught my attention, it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of faith develops perseverance. Perseverence must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James 1: 4-5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, many things happen to me and the loved ones around me. No matter how hard I try to help,things are not going too good, it goes even uglier. I pray for miracles to happen that the day will turn bright; I pray for wisdom for me to handle trials; I pray for happiness for ppl around me. Well, thanks to this verse, my thirst for an answer is quenched by the Word of God. Thank God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It takes love to stop ur love ones to do the wrong things; but it takes an even greater love to allow ur love ones to do the wrong things so that they would learn and be mature."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528748-113503472619022233?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/113503472619022233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=113503472619022233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/113503472619022233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/113503472619022233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2005/12/perseverence.html' title='Perseverence'/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-113310266697458458</id><published>2005-11-27T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T22:44:26.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk By Faith (lyrics)</title><content type='html'>Would I believe you when you would say&lt;br /&gt;Your hand will guide my every way&lt;br /&gt;Will I receive the words You say&lt;br /&gt;Every moment of every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Well I will walk by faith&lt;br /&gt;Even when I cannot see&lt;br /&gt;Well because this broken road&lt;br /&gt;Prepares Your will for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me to win my endless fears&lt;br /&gt;You've been so faithful for all my years&lt;br /&gt;With one breath You make me new&lt;br /&gt;Your grace covers all I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, yeah , yeah, yeah, yeah, ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm broken, but I still see Your face&lt;br /&gt;Well You've spoken, pouring Your words of grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hallelujah, hallelu&lt;br /&gt;(I will walk by faith)&lt;br /&gt;Well hallelujah, hallelu&lt;br /&gt;(I will walk by faith)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will walk, I will walk, I will walk by faith&lt;br /&gt;I will, I will, I will walk by faith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528748-113310266697458458?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/113310266697458458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=113310266697458458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/113310266697458458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/113310266697458458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2005/11/walk-by-faith-lyrics.html' title='Walk By Faith (lyrics)'/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-113287549129133341</id><published>2005-11-25T07:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T07:38:11.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>King Kong... Who's in disguise?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/169/1608/1024/GORILLA.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/169/1608/400/GORILLA.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528748-113287549129133341?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/113287549129133341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=113287549129133341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/113287549129133341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/113287549129133341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2005/11/king-kong.html' title=''/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-113287514562100224</id><published>2005-11-25T07:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T07:32:25.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon a Time...</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, King Kong came to this Muddy Land without friends nor family to be with to learn how to be a good Shaman King Kong... King Kong was so talkative and crappy with the new founded friends, yet insensible and insensitive with what words spoken up... Words that unintenttionally hurt ppl, words that are too crappy.. There goes fate of King Kong when friends isolate King Kong when they left to the higher grounds... King Kong broke down and cried, King Kong wants to reverse time to change his attitudes, not to be crappy, not to brighten ppl up when things go wrong... That was the deepest night ever for King Kong, with no family to care, no friends to share.... There, through the darkest nights, there was the star of hope, the brightest star that he ever seen... It guides its way through the darkest nights, a companion through the wilderness... And here, King Kong persevere on and move on well... (cont...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528748-113287514562100224?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/113287514562100224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=113287514562100224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/113287514562100224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/113287514562100224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2005/11/once-upon-time.html' title='Once Upon a Time...'/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-113244683696965742</id><published>2005-11-20T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T08:33:56.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissapointments - Through the rain</title><content type='html'>When you get caught in the rain &lt;br /&gt;With nowhere to run &lt;br /&gt;When you’re distraught and in pain &lt;br /&gt;Without anyone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We keep prayin’ to saved &lt;br /&gt;But nobody comes &lt;br /&gt;And you feel so far away &lt;br /&gt;That you just can’t &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find your way home &lt;br /&gt;You can get there alone &lt;br /&gt;It’s okay &lt;br /&gt;What you say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make it through the rain &lt;br /&gt;I can stand up once again &lt;br /&gt;On my own and I know &lt;br /&gt;That I’m strong enough to mend &lt;br /&gt;And every time I feel afraid &lt;br /&gt;I hold tighter to my faith &lt;br /&gt;And I live one more day &lt;br /&gt;And I make it through the rain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you keep falling down &lt;br /&gt;Don’t you dare give in &lt;br /&gt;You will arise safe and sound &lt;br /&gt;So keep pressing on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step fastly &lt;br /&gt;And you’ll find what you need &lt;br /&gt;To prepare &lt;br /&gt;What you say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make it through the rain &lt;br /&gt;I can stand up once again &lt;br /&gt;On my own and I know &lt;br /&gt;That I’m strong enough to mend &lt;br /&gt;And every time I feel afraid &lt;br /&gt;I hold tighter to my faith &lt;br /&gt;And I live one more day &lt;br /&gt;And I make it through the rain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the wind moves &lt;br /&gt;And shadows grow close &lt;br /&gt;Don’t be afraid &lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing you can’t face &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sure they tell you &lt;br /&gt;You’ll never pull through &lt;br /&gt;Don’t hesitate &lt;br /&gt;Stay calm and sane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528748-113244683696965742?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/113244683696965742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=113244683696965742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/113244683696965742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/113244683696965742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2005/11/dissapointments-through-rain.html' title='Dissapointments - Through the rain'/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-113051530740149039</id><published>2005-10-28T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T00:01:47.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays....</title><content type='html'>This whole week is all about playing.... Its PLAYING HARD.... ARgh,, money flow like water, sob sob.. must control my finance...... Went out celebrate Kathleen's birthday at Midvalley, we went to San Fransico Steak house.... the food was over 20 dollars, arg!!! and my coke is RM 5.50.... huhhhhhhh.... that all la, tired liao..... tomorrow got MUET. adios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528748-113051530740149039?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/113051530740149039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=113051530740149039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/113051530740149039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/113051530740149039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2005/10/holidays.html' title='Holidays....'/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-112946889513491086</id><published>2005-10-16T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T21:21:36.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imperfection</title><content type='html'>Today was suppose to be a happy day.... Had great time have lunch with Shan Ming, James, Wei Ming, and Patrick...... It was even awesome when we guys played basketball for 2 hrs in IMU.... THings somehow got out of control, the situation turns sweet to sour, a very sour sour one... I'm sad that every actions have consequences, and they are good or bad...... For this, one of my buddy got mad of ur action.. Very very mad... :&lt;, I just dun wanna put this situation down too clearly.... Just wanna say all of us are not perfect, and because of this, we accidentally hurt someone we care.... So, I just pray for God's wisdom for me to see for solutions, and not the problem... Things like these will and always come, but I pray I got enough wisdom and set my eyes on the solutions , not the problem....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528748-112946889513491086?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/112946889513491086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=112946889513491086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/112946889513491086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/112946889513491086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2005/10/imperfection.html' title='Imperfection'/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-112936164355637459</id><published>2005-10-15T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T15:34:03.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is no Nemo. This is a fish in an aqualium, do u wannna be a fish in a aqualium or in the vast ocean??? Most of the time, I thought the outside world has many things to offer, but many dont reliase its a dangerous place to be.... I was a fish in an aqualium, thinking that the ocean is where I belong, not in this aqualium!!!!!!! I miss Home.... Cause thats always where I found shelter from.... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/1608/1024/DSC00025.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/1608/400/DSC00025.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528748-112936164355637459?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/112936164355637459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=112936164355637459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/112936164355637459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/112936164355637459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-is-no-nemo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-112881585839137811</id><published>2005-10-09T07:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T07:57:38.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Reflections</title><content type='html'>This week has its ups and downs. But no matter how great things are or terrible things happened, I wanna give all glory to God for His grace... It seems like yesterday when all these things happen in a week. My struggles, my victories and mistakes were blended together.. I'm sorry for all the stupid things I had done to a friend, but I do thank God for having a forgiving friend like James... Yesterday, church service was a very inspiring one... Ppl in the ancient times thought that earth is in the center of the universe.. But in life, we sometimes think that We are in the center of the universe, achieving the earthly things like success, wealth, etc... But in truth, its not wrong to achieve this stuff, but its not right to preoccupy these in lives... We are just pilgrims in this world...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528748-112881585839137811?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/112881585839137811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=112881585839137811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/112881585839137811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/112881585839137811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2005/10/weekly-reflections.html' title='Weekly Reflections'/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-112860913809168121</id><published>2005-10-06T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T22:32:18.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ecllipse: Sometimes we do have ecllipse of our lives.... Things may first be dark and theres no light for solutions... However, like an ecllipse that last for a while, there is light and hope... The only thing that we all have to do is wait and persevere on....&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/1608/320/eclipse19951024_08.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/1608/200/eclipse19951024_08.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528748-112860913809168121?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/112860913809168121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=112860913809168121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/112860913809168121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/112860913809168121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2005/10/ecllipse-sometimes-we-do-have-ecllipse.html' title=''/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-112850444253461847</id><published>2005-10-05T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T17:27:22.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions</title><content type='html'>Hmmmmm.. In life, not everyday is a good day... theres times it will be the trials and tribulations... and sometimes u will just stare at the com screen what i have done wrong? Hmmm.. That day has come for me to feel disappointed... To be dissapointed on ppl... Ppl hurt us and we hurt ppl.... I wish that its easy for me to handle this. but its harder than i thought.... I'm hurt, and sometimes I wish I would be wise in every ways to handle life issues... But I do make mistakes... I like sweet friendships, but it also comes with the bitter part where arguements and indifferent expression... So God, give me the strength and wisdom to overcome it... U are all the one i need...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528748-112850444253461847?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/112850444253461847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=112850444253461847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/112850444253461847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/112850444253461847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2005/10/confessions.html' title='Confessions'/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-112843670955504729</id><published>2005-10-04T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T22:38:29.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sun rise in UK.... sorry KL dont have sun rise one... cause its at middle of W. M'sia... u know geography stuff????&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/1608/320/DSC03480.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/1608/200/DSC03480.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528748-112843670955504729?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/112843670955504729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=112843670955504729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/112843670955504729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/112843670955504729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2005/10/sun-rise-in-uk.html' title=''/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-112843655450549136</id><published>2005-10-04T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T22:35:54.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun rise...</title><content type='html'>Sun rise is not only just sun rise, but it is an opportunity for a guy to date with girl in an inexpensive way yet a meaningful and memorable experience for the couple... In the eyes of Mr Kenneth ( thats me... hahaha ), its a new beginning of another day... Its a symbol that reminds us that a day is a day... Hmmm... confusing... maybe... make it another way of speaking it, do we appreciate each day? Do we live our lives in fullest each day, or we were wondering our existence? Hmmmm... Today, it was an awesome day again... At the evening, Shan Ming called SOS to help repair the "poms poms" for tonites event... Deep inside me, I was reluctant to do so.. Cause I have limiting factor called studies ( Sum 1 is coming, cant believe it its that fast... i guess im undergoing hypovolemic shock!!!! :O) But am glad to decide to help out ( anyway what are friends for??? pai se la though im reluctant heheheheh.... :&gt;) After that, me James, Wei Ming, and Patrick had deep talk on an issue during yamcha... Hehehheeeee.... wink :&gt; .... Aftr dinner, we went to see the cheer leading competition .... Bravo to the Cometz team ( U all done a great job, all the hard work and dedication is very appreicated) Am also empathised to the sem 1 gal ... She has the courage to support her cheerleading team despite of the tragedy of her father.... May God be with her in times of sorrow.... Talking about sportsmanship, winning and losing is not a big issue anymore, but its about the process in training and bonding of the team... It was an invaluable experience for all of us in participating in IMU cup... Anyway, it also shows a person's true color and character... yikes i hope i didnt show my ugly side.. :&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure miss my family sometimes.... WOndering what are they doing the other half of the world....?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Happy Birthday to Wei Ming... a 20th Birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also to all friends, cheers and live life cool!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528748-112843655450549136?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/112843655450549136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=112843655450549136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/112843655450549136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/112843655450549136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2005/10/sun-rise.html' title='Sun rise...'/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-112820350666398220</id><published>2005-10-02T04:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T05:51:46.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDSHIP in IMU</title><content type='html'>Its 4:56am, and Im having a complication of insomnia ( sleeplessness).... Its quiet and dark outside, and it gives me a deep thought of my present time... I found friendships in IMU... unfathomable and genuine real friendship... Its an awesome exprience for me to learn from my good buddies like James, Wei Ming and Shan Ming... I luv the others too... but I wanna give credit for these 3 buddies for they give me a different perception....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st: CRAPPING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crapping is always the center of our conversation.. we seems to crap with the medical jargons , if not... talking about nokia, boat and LP... wink:&gt; hehehe... It seems that it wastes of time and contentless.. but sometimes, it shows that we all 3 care each other crappingly... hahah...its the bond between 3 of us that in the midst of stressful moment in medicine course, we encourage each other crappingly... and from there, all of our problems ( family, gals, whatsoever) fades away.... It seems to be a shining jewel in the cave.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd: REAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all are being real, i mean when we have a problem or whatsoever, we share together... IN CONDITION NOT TO EXPOSE IT.. like some ppl screaming GREAT ZERO in the hall... Sorta annoyed .. haha.. Talking about Real, I think WEi Ming is the most appropiate person to say so ... He truly amazes me and inspires me most... Dont judge the book by its cover, though he claims himself to look like a monkey or we buddies claim him to be a Jupiter boy... Hes a wise person as well as genuine... I see passion in him, whatsoever that interests him most ( basketball, batch unity.... friendship) Hes always full charged with that passion... I mean I was really touched in his everyday lifes, he cares for the basketball team and concern with the batch unity... not many ppl can be so brave to believe in what he wants to believe... He sweats blood to put effort in basketball and batch unity or even IMU unity... Theres time when big fellas push him down and bend his specs during basketball .. sorta intimation, Theres time when the basketball team sucks like hell, which the opponent scores twice as much as us, and theres time he is even intimidated by our batch basketball players alone... He still persevere on to build what he believe in... Unity in the basketball team, He press on the harsh hours to practice with the girls team and run all over to KL to get the basketball shirts and pants... To round up , I see his desperations in studies as well as his passion for unity, a unity that unites not only M1/05, but hope to unite IMU in some ways.... It really amazes me in a way that if i put myself in his shoe, i wouldnt have that much courage nor dedications in this " petty" stuff ( ANyway, im gonna leave IMU for 2.5 years) cause STUDYS must come first!!!To cut it short, everyone has their limitng factor, but most of us always fear for our limiting factor, we always restrict ourselves in our own limitation... for me, studys is always been the limiting factor... and because of that i wouldnt dare to jeopardise myself in such situation... But I learnt something more valuable in Wei Ming's personality... Although he fears for studies, yet he perseveres on building what he believes in.... He look beyond the problem ( though he dunno about this) , from my angle of view as a buddy, im truly inspired to see this... Like from Patch Adams, He has a different point of view.... He see life differently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arguements:&lt;br /&gt;Friendships always come with bonding... so it always come with arguments... sometimes its minor, but sometimes it super major that theres a thought of giving up hope and friendship to restore it.... For me, its been a momentous experience with my IMU friends in this chapter of life, they have been genuine friends... with their weakness and their goodness... I often had to argue with Juan and Shuen Shing in petty stuff to major stuff that sometimes i wanna scream out my head off... but nevertheless, they are still my friends, quite close ( but so long didnt talk with them, i miss talking with them in the library, heheheeh... i try to put effort to meet them) I mean arguement sometimes bring good outcomes ... I realise that our friendship worths more than arguement... In a way, I appreciate more of them, I also realise i have to compromise with them... so in any other way... Though theres hurting and cat fights with them in Semester 1, I realise that hey we are still together in Sem 2, still greet each other... the roots of friendship is bitter , but the fruit is sweet.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats enough ... its 5:51am, and I have been writing this post for 1 hr.. whew, time flies....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528748-112820350666398220?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/112820350666398220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=112820350666398220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/112820350666398220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/112820350666398220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2005/10/friendship-in-imu.html' title='FRIENDSHIP in IMU'/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-112780866029738850</id><published>2005-09-27T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T16:11:00.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Icy Cold Winter&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2005/09/icy-cold-winter.html' title=''/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-112780859590645495</id><published>2005-09-27T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T16:09:55.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mysticial Mist&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/1608/320/Mystique.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/1608/200/Mystique.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528748-112780859590645495?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/112780859590645495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=112780859590645495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/112780859590645495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/112780859590645495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2005/09/mysticial-mist.html' title=''/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-112780846926363593</id><published>2005-09-27T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T16:07:49.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Big Ben at a far&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/1608/320/DSC03601.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/1608/200/DSC03601.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528748-112780846926363593?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/112780846926363593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=112780846926363593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/112780846926363593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/112780846926363593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2005/09/big-ben-at-far.html' title=''/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-112780841126922045</id><published>2005-09-27T16:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T16:06:51.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cambridge&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/1608/320/Cathedral.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/1608/200/Cathedral.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-112780837954051307</id><published>2005-09-27T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T16:06:19.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Big Ben&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/1608/320/DSC03598.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/1608/200/DSC03598.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528748-112780837954051307?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/112780837954051307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=112780837954051307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/112780837954051307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/112780837954051307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2005/09/big-ben.html' title=''/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-112763051914199027</id><published>2005-09-25T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T14:41:59.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Operation....</title><content type='html'>Hahaha, I'm back using this blog already, its my first blog and also the best that I had... Whatever good or bad memories I had in the past, I think its time to forget them, to let them go... to continue on life.... Today was awefully a boring day, but its a good resting day for me.. So I spend about an hour editing photos that I had... This are the pictures I had during my trip in London... Cheers!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528748-112763051914199027?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/112763051914199027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=112763051914199027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/112763051914199027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/112763051914199027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2005/09/back-in-operation.html' title='Back in Operation....'/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-109731747902219428</id><published>2004-10-09T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T18:24:39.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 15:Times of Loneliness</title><content type='html'>Chapter 15:Times of Loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Hey, a common topic and sometimes a critical period for us to go through life... Have U ever been lonely before? I have, always, but am surviving... In our world of globalisation, our society became very selfish n achieve the materialistic stuff... Its the fact and it alawys will... I heard many people expressing their loneliness in their blogs, and some chose to give up n even take a second thought to suicidal... For most of us, we still fight against it, and even lose track by making friends that u know, distracting us from God? Yeah, every words that are expressed in their blog all signifies how I felt too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But u know, what takes to give up hope is the positive mind-set.... What can I say, its the positive attitude that keeps me to achieve my goals in life... I know many ppl are lonely, some ppl considered if u do not have a best friend, then u are lonely.... but I don't its right, I have good friends, those who lepak together n study together as well as spiritually mentoring each other, I do share great moments with them... though good friends may not be good friends anymore, its a fact, but well, we have to go through life, what? but as long as I keep my self alive, God will work in me and put the right substance and people in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Hahahaha, funny that I shared about this, but seeing the people around me felt very lonely, I just wanna said, I have overcome that feeling , but doesn;t mean that its over, cause they will continue from time to time, so yeah, its the positive attitude that keeps me alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: To all my lovely and good friends, when I wrote this, it reminds me of all the great moments in life, hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528748-109731747902219428?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/109731747902219428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=109731747902219428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109731747902219428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109731747902219428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2004/10/chapter-15times-of-loneliness.html' title='Chapter 15:Times of Loneliness'/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-109698448756921020</id><published>2004-10-05T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T21:54:47.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Live is Christ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To Live is Christ!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I make a vow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My life will always honour you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whether I live or die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I belong to Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He bore my sin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I owe this life to my saving King&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hallelujah, I am not my own &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are in control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For me to live is christ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And to die is gain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter what price i pay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I choose to give this life away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only by the cross I am saved &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528748-109698448756921020?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/109698448756921020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=109698448756921020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109698448756921020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109698448756921020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2004/10/to-live-is-christ.html' title='To Live is Christ'/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-109698430291279005</id><published>2004-10-05T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T21:51:42.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 15: To Live is Christ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 15: To Live is Christ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     To live is Christ, and to die is gain.... hmmm, I wondered what does it meant? Audrey, the big sis fav quote, when shes around in youth, she bring that kind of spirit, I know... Somehow that moment, I do  not understand it because how could it be a gain to die... Finally, after having my rest, I kinda wanna share about this, cause I feel that this is something , how to say ahhh... paradign shift....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Paul was imprisoned during the days of the Romans, and his passion and perseverance that inspired most of us... Going through his trangressions and trials in prisons, he hold on to his very word, "To Live is Christ, To Die is Gain"... After reading the bible, I felt that life is not worth to live without Jesus, maybe some of us know liao, but now and then, we kinda forgotten and God reminded us once in a while... Its true that to live is Christ, that we live for Christ, with Him, life is worth living, fulfilling the plans He had in us,  and to die is gain, is that when we die, we will see Jesus in the lovely place... Heaven... Have u ever been to a situation that u know all the reasons to live for Christ, yet always choose the path that He doesn't wants us to go? Very illogical, rite? but its happen to me many times....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Well, once again, wear ur thinking caps with me, to reflect ur self.... To live is Christ, to die is gain, have we live the way He wants? N do we still rely on Him during trials and tribulations? I'm strifing to achieve this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528748-109698430291279005?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/109698430291279005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=109698430291279005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109698430291279005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109698430291279005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2004/10/chapter-15-to-live-is-christ.html' title='Chapter 15: To Live is Christ....'/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-109663941263732507</id><published>2004-10-01T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T22:03:32.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     &lt;/strong&gt;Sometimes, pop rock is my preference to study and SS in my room, pretending im the singer, heheehe.... but this song is so catchy with its lyrics as its music, its good with the music, but even more better with the lyrics in it.... It sings about the importance and the meaning in life, that life will be greater or more meaningful besides playing drums or earning money in life.... Realistically speakking, it indeed pictured out the society we are in, and express or wake us up to see the bigger picture in life, get what I mean? hahaha, never mind then, I hope I can link that song to my site, for now, see the lyrics and wear ur thinking caps and see the lyrics, thanks....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She told him she'd rather fix her makeup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;than try and fix what's going on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the problem keeps on calling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even with the cell phone gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She told him that she believes in living&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bigger than she's living now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But her world keeps spinning backwards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And upside down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't say so long, and throw yourself wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't spin today away, 'cause today will soon be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gone, like yesterday is gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like history is gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just try and prove me wrong and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pretend like you're immortal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She said, he said, live like no tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyday we borrow brings us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one step closer to the edge. Infinity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where's your treasure, where's your hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you get the world and lose your soul?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She pretends like she pretends like she's immortal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't say so long, you're not that far gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This could be your big chance to make-up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today will soon be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gone, like yesterday is gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like history is gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The world keeps spinning on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're going, going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gone, like summer break is gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like Saturday is gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just try and prove me wrong and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pretend like you're immortal (you're immortal)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're immortal (you're immortal)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ha-ah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are not infinite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are not permanent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing is immediate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are so confident in our accomplishments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at our decadence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gone, like Frank Sinatra, like Elvis and his mom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like Al Pacino's cash, nothing lasts in this life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My High School dreams are gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my childhood sweets are gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is a day that doesn't last for long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is more than money, time was never money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time was never cash, life is still more than girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is more than hundred dollar bills and roto-tom fills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is more than fame and rock and roll and thrills,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the riches of the kings end up in wills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've got information in the information age&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but do we know what life is outside of our convenient Lexus cages?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She said he said live like no tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every moment that we borrow brings us closer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to a God who's not short of cash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey Bono, I'm glad you asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is still worth living, Life is still worth living.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is more that we are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528748-109663941263732507?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/109663941263732507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=109663941263732507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109663941263732507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109663941263732507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2004/10/gone.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-109619686283467719</id><published>2004-09-26T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T19:07:42.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 12:Another Day...</title><content type='html'>Chapter 12:Another Day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Another day has passed, and felt that I have achieved out from today and the day before.... Now that I know why my dad is sceptical with that british school (though I dun like he mock the principal la), I know that there is a greater plan for me than that school only... well, everything's solved liao....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Yesterday, the youth went to Bukit Harapan as a trip, it was certainly a great day, though I 'm the one who stupidly do the balloon animal activity instead of helping out Frances to do 2 icebreakers... such a fool... that caused her to get scolded from Uncle John... Sorry, Fran... on the other hand, it do open the eyes for some youths that there is some group of people are hunger for love... sincere love i mean, cause this is invaluable to them and some of them are rejected by families or even dun have families.... but for me, I have a different perpective in it... I know I wanted to be a doctor, a gp for the moment, but when the principal of the british college told me or ask me what do I know about a paediatrician or a doctor... a bit stunt for me, so it would be my step by step exposure to be a doctor, to really heal ppl and save lives medically... A sense of hope to give them, and a caring heart to love them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Today, well.... felt bit satisfied that I served in STAR crew again and Im the sound boy for today... though i oledi learnt a great lesson that I should not live by faith alone with my parcitipation in church;.... and also after a 3 hour long study group, quite unfruitful, but in another way, know more about the school ppl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I think thats all about it, so long for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528748-109619686283467719?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/109619686283467719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=109619686283467719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109619686283467719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109619686283467719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2004/09/chapter-12another-day.html' title='Chapter 12:Another Day...'/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-109610989644276389</id><published>2004-09-25T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T18:58:16.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/1608/640/DSC02977.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/1608/400/DSC02977.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute boy..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528748-109610989644276389?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/109610989644276389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=109610989644276389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109610989644276389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109610989644276389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2004/09/cute-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-109610984663299032</id><published>2004-09-25T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T18:57:26.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/1608/640/DSC02987.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/1608/400/DSC02987.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528748-109610984663299032?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/109610984663299032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=109610984663299032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109610984663299032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109610984663299032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2004/09/picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-109610974194843704</id><published>2004-09-25T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T18:55:41.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/1608/640/DSC02989.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/1608/400/DSC02989.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528748-109610974194843704?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/109610974194843704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=109610974194843704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109610974194843704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109610974194843704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2004/09/romeo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-109610958393009091</id><published>2004-09-25T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T18:53:03.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/1608/640/DSC02991.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/1608/400/DSC02991.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelie&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528748-109610958393009091?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/109610958393009091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=109610958393009091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109610958393009091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109610958393009091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2004/09/angelie.html' title=''/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-109602349864118571</id><published>2004-09-24T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T18:58:18.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 12: A grey day....</title><content type='html'>Chapter 12: A grey day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Today, it was supposingly a great day where I got a scholarship worth 1XXX pound sterling having the opportunity to study A levels there with my outstanding results... However, my father show no interest and mock the principal of the college... I'm super de angry with him for his stupidity and foolishness... Awww... Dunno how to say, I really wanna cry and mock him as he had mock the principal... Why always do my future ruined by him? Theres one time he scolded me for persuading him to go to church because we are very late... in front of the whole church, that day will I not forget ever and the hurt is still there... If I do not have Jesus in me, I would just putus hubungan with him... I never was proud to have a father like him... Everything that I had achieve is by my own strength, never will I receive any wise advice or something from him that I could look up to him... I hate his attitude, I really hate his attitude.... I hate the sin in him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I managed to get that scolarship, but something more worth than that has gain a scar and I dunno when will I could not tolerate his  attitude... Please, God help me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528748-109602349864118571?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/109602349864118571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=109602349864118571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109602349864118571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109602349864118571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2004/09/chapter-12-grey-day.html' title='Chapter 12: A grey day....'/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-109592720192662461</id><published>2004-09-23T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T16:13:21.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My role models...</title><content type='html'>Let me share something that really drives me to achieve excellence as well as success... u know that many ppl come to our lives, some impact us with gifts and advices, others just being peer friends, keeping u in company in life... but I do have some ppl that really impact so much and show me how to live life in excellence....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, my pastor, Ps. Philip Lyn is my role model. Not something normal about him, but he does supernatural things... I mean out-of ordinary... Despite as a cardiologist.. he balanced his life in his ministry, family and his career... It inspire me that to excel in life, u need to sacrifice ur time... but him, he sacrifice all his effort and time, and by God's grace, He give him supernatural strengths to feed his family, spent with them QT as well as in his career... Yesterday, we were in worship practice... and we sorta have a small session where he preaches about 1 Corinthians 12.. Many Parts and One Body... we have different organs in our body, yet if u take one organ away, the whole body will not function properly... this part i guess everyone know about teamwork in a group is essential... but he preach deeper than that... he wants to have a teamwork spirit... i mean the spirit... that all of us have the same spirit, so that as a group we excel, not individuals... super cool to hear that from a wise guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i shared to u about my pastor today, i got other role models too, but in future, i'll share more about the other important ppl in my lives&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/7528748-109592720192662461?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/109592720192662461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=109592720192662461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109592720192662461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109592720192662461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-role-models.html' title='My role models...'/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-109577288362628112</id><published>2004-09-21T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T21:21:23.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 11: Where is my diary?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chapter 11: Where is my diary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     Today was quite a tiresome and terrifying day, got 3 tests in a roll... Bio. Physics, and A Maths papers... but thank God for giving me the knowledge to answer the questions confidently... Though went to sanctuary for the PS session, a bit reluctant, through that... I have found my passion again towards youth ministry... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    Nothing much today, just study study and study... almost gone insane... but i still hold my sanity.. muahahaa... oh, A MAths again tomorrow... how troublesome.... And I lost my Past Years and my diary... a bit unnatural and missing my diary... where is it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    That's all today, a bit bored here... for now...&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/7528748-109577288362628112?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/109577288362628112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=109577288362628112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109577288362628112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109577288362628112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2004/09/chapter-11-where-is-my-diary.html' title='Chapter 11: Where is my diary?'/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-109569726076072123</id><published>2004-09-21T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T00:21:00.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 10:Jeremiah 29:11</title><content type='html'>Chapter 10:Jeremiah 29:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you,"declares the Lord,"plans to prosper you and not harm you, plans to give you hope and future. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed a powerful verse that striken me. Tonight, in spite of having 3 major test ( Bio, Physics, and A Maths), I went back to sanctuary for a session with Neil Smith n his Planet Shakers team... Awesome, yet striking message for all youth leaders in whole KK... Never regret of going, and most of all, somehow, this verse has striken into my heart for the reason why should I lean on Him alone in everything, in youth... studies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the leaders in youth knew that our youth ministry somehow lose the touch from God, and we all like sitting ducks, dunno what to do and only just have to pray for God's delivering... But in the middle of that, I questioned myself did I give my best to God? Is there something to do with my attitude... putting studies first then God? Somehow, I felt very bad with it, and I dunno that the enemy had blinded me from God with my anxiety, and my worries of my future... A fool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could I ever, turn back and mend the mess I have made? I hope so, but I'm glad that I have found my passion for youth and for my church, though personally speaking, being hurt for all the "collision"... no one's perfect, where am I? hahaha, laughed myself for all my foolishness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion, I have found it, its time for me to act it out, and just believe in God that all things will be possible... remember, Kenneth, remember for all the prophesies from ppl U respect, don't let them be dumped to the waste... U know urself, what u should do... I believe in You...&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/7528748-109569726076072123?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/109569726076072123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=109569726076072123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109569726076072123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109569726076072123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2004/09/chapter-10jeremiah-2911.html' title='Chapter 10:Jeremiah 29:11'/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-109542520000450515</id><published>2004-09-17T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T08:26:00.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/1608/640/f39proQ03b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/1608/400/f39proQ03b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Into Your courts I run with praises&lt;br /&gt;Flowing from my heart&lt;br /&gt;Every day I wake I sing Your song&lt;br /&gt;It's the anthem of my life&lt;br /&gt;I want to spend my days&lt;br /&gt;In Your presence, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Bowed before Your throne&lt;br /&gt;In the house of God&lt;br /&gt;Is where I find my peace&lt;br /&gt;It's where I find my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home is heaven&lt;br /&gt;One day Lord, I will live&lt;br /&gt;In Your courts, You'll find me&lt;br /&gt;In worship at Your feet&lt;br /&gt;Hide me now&lt;br /&gt;In the shadow of Your wings&lt;br /&gt;Where I will be&lt;br /&gt;Where I will be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is all I need&lt;br /&gt;So desperately I have sought Your face&lt;br /&gt;I know You hear my every cry&lt;br /&gt;And petition that I make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, oh You are my treasure&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, oh You are my treasure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528748-109542520000450515?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/109542520000450515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=109542520000450515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109542520000450515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109542520000450515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2004/09/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-109516699262032639</id><published>2004-09-14T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T21:09:14.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Could I ever? lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could I Ever?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I woke up today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And thought of all the things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’d doneI find myself here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feeling oh so overcome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You gave Your life away for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Truly my heart belongs to You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So let me say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How could I ever thank You for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What You did at Calvary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When You bled and died for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How could I ever turn away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knowing that You paid the price&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I could never pay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I think of the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That You died upon that Cross&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bearing my sin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even when my heart was lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You gave Your life away for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Truly my heart belongs to You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So let me say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Words and music by Henry Seeley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;© 2003 Planet Shakers Publishing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Administered by WORD Australia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528748-109516699262032639?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/109516699262032639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=109516699262032639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109516699262032639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109516699262032639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2004/09/could-i-ever-lyrics.html' title='Could I ever? lyrics'/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-109516416647598435</id><published>2004-09-14T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T20:16:06.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/1608/640/DSC02935.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/1608/320/DSC02935.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Computer (to watch DVDs and download musics)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528748-109516416647598435?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/109516416647598435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=109516416647598435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109516416647598435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109516416647598435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-computer-to-watch-dvds-and-download.html' title=''/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-109516395998855117</id><published>2004-09-14T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T20:12:39.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/1608/640/DSC02934.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/1608/320/DSC02934.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books... Books...And Booksss.... AHHHH!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528748-109516395998855117?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/109516395998855117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=109516395998855117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109516395998855117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109516395998855117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2004/09/books.html' title=''/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-109516373010649366</id><published>2004-09-14T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T20:08:50.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/1608/640/DSC02933.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/169/1608/320/DSC02933.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Futuristic Spectacles + Sunglasses&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528748-109516373010649366?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/109516373010649366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=109516373010649366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109516373010649366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109516373010649366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-futuristic-spectacles-sunglasses.html' title=''/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-109515936606877448</id><published>2004-09-14T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T18:56:06.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 9: September's Fool Day</title><content type='html'>Chapter 9: September's Fool Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Yeah, supposingly today had a chinese test, but because the papers weren't ready, the test postpone.... Not a fruitful day or a day for me to study hard, slacking around with friends... heheeh passing notes with LYS who is also so SOT as I.... Talking about SOT, I was SOTing with my monitor, Valer-oil... we fooled around and laughed till I almost had asthma... also fooling around with a friend of mine... but I think its too much, gtg apologise to her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Not much did I study for the UEC, except fooling around with friends hehehhehe.... Seriously speaking, My sister's birthday will be coming soon... dunno what to buy for her, but I do wanna bless her not only by gifts, but also something more worth than gifts only.... I dunno what invaluable gifts I would give to her, but time flies, and time tells what special gift I will give to her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I think thats all, oh... yeah... about yesterday... Mr Hiew, my vice-principal gave a short speech yet meaningful and powerful message in it... u can see the reaction of the floor while he speaks ( for ttss ppl, we know how noisy we are even our principal also gave a super de long speech), well he spoke about how we should have a positive attitude in handling critisim from other ppl... from a news article that critisized chinese educated students being the culprit for the disunity among the youth... i guess its like that gua....* but main point of his speech is that when we are being critisize, we should have a positive attitude in turning the critisism to something meaningful.. he called it energy... So, by applying in our lives, we do get critisism from ppl, and we do sometimes let the critisim get to our nerves and depress us... I do sometimes... But its a reminder and some wise words from him.... We do respect him for his wisdom and intergrity.... At least, in school we do have ppl like him that make a difference in student's life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Thats all.... A bit regret, knowing that Daniel, my good friend went back to Singapore before church service, i thought as usual, he would go back after church.... Appreciate the friendship between him n I.... Audrey too came back.... Changed her hairstyle, yet I guess ppl change too after a period of exposure... Shes a lady of Faith.... Good to have back....&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/7528748-109515936606877448?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/109515936606877448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=109515936606877448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109515936606877448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109515936606877448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2004/09/chapter-9-septembers-fool-day.html' title='Chapter 9: September&apos;s Fool Day'/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-109490712935938398</id><published>2004-09-11T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T20:52:09.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 8: Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>Chapter 8: Who Am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Just got back my SPM forecast result, I'm happy with my results but not satisfied, I thought I  could get 9-10 As, but only manage to get 8 A's... at least I scored 6 A1 n 2 A2.... Unfortunately, these few days I kinda slacking around, being lazy and just plain lazy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Talking about genuine, though I strive to achieve the highest goal, accomplishing my dreams ( none of them of course were accomplished) I just wondering do my existence do make an impact or a difference to one's life? Do I really surrounded by genuine friends? or am I just a loner? Somehow, I just really stuck with this question in my head... Whenever I'm about to go to youth in church (Skyline SIB- most happening place in KK), I always look down on myself that I am not important nor Im making any differences in church?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The other youths, like Jeremy, Benji, Eleni, and others do have their respective important roles in youth... For me, I'm just a lousy sound boy, who mess things up... and upset the system... yeah... How I wish I could do something like playing guitar or what... Quite moody today, although really trying to put a smile on my face, but still, look ok from the outside la...&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/7528748-109490712935938398?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/109490712935938398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=109490712935938398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109490712935938398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109490712935938398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2004/09/chapter-8-who-am-i.html' title='Chapter 8: Who Am I?'/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-109456002019102964</id><published>2004-09-07T19:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T20:56:45.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 7: A Glimpse of Reminiscences</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Chapter 7: A Glimpse of Reminiscences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;After some weeks of business and preparations for the public exams, I finally catch my breath after a long run with my competitive rivals.... As I have my time-out, I wonder where would I be during next year? Will I leave my footprints in my place of memories, my heaven of peace and joy, my shelter from trials and tribulations? Where would I go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had a brief yet meaningful conversation with my teacher, Mr Lee... I would like to emulate him for his wisdom and strictness.. When I see how problematic in the prefect board, not mentioning how poor is the school discipline, he has the wisdom as well as the courage to hold on pressures on all sides... My partners and I had gone through a lot if difficulties in our heavy tasks, yet we know there is someone backing us up... I see him had his quiet time in his glass-window office, though maybe doesn't mean anything, but it do reflect his leaning on God. It gave me a deep thought to reflect my attitude towards problem. A leaning spirit to God, not by my own strengths, but God, alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the things I have gone through this year, whether it is the ups or downs, I do think that it would be God's timing... I have a stirring in heart to bring my discipline teacher, Mr Lai to Chrits. He claim himself to be Jesus' brother because his birthday falls on the same day... But eversince, his health begins to deteriorate, been striken by Diabetes, I would like to bring him to meet Jesus, but how? I do wish, God would spare him and give him a chance to know Him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, life has been great... This would be my "ups", but I do look forward to living the next day for Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&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/7528748-109456002019102964?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/109456002019102964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=109456002019102964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109456002019102964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109456002019102964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2004/09/chapter-7-glimpse-of-reminiscences_07.html' title='Chapter 7: A Glimpse of Reminiscences'/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-109438009960486849</id><published>2004-09-05T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T21:26:28.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 6: Testings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Chapter 6: Testings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;     U all may wonder how lond I didn't post in my page? Well, I guess over the weeks of testings and tribulations, I finally found my answer to my sufferings and pain. God, is my shelter and my tower. I look strong from the outside, yet weak from the inside. A Coconut, I am. Hard from the outside, yet soft from the inside. After all the misunderstandings I've been through, I can overcome them by faith in God that He would take control in everything... When I look through my previous posts, indeed God would take control the whole situation, its in His timing, not mine... Not me to handle, but God that take control in my life... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;After "Mission Himpossible" camp, I realised that God has been working and blessed my life in me... It would be my 3rd same prophesy given by different pastors affirms me that God would really wanna utilise me in all aspects of life... the point is how? I really couldn't find the answer for the moment, yet I'm still seeking for the answer to my question... From the humility in STAR crew, to the pride as a Assist Head Prefect, by looking through my years of youthhood, God is preparing me for greater length of leadership... I will answer His Call when the time is right... For the moment, what I wanna seek is God's heart, I wanna walk the path that King David had taken... I wanna be a man that seek God's heart, I wanna be a humble servant of God, I wanna surrender my pride to the Potter's hands... When will I be that stage? When will I finally saw a glimpse of His glory? I'm longing for... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sometimes I'm a loner, yes I do feel that a lot of times, but this portion of my life would not help me to fulfill God's will, for the moment, I wanna build his Kingdom,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I wanna multiply my DNA group, yeah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;     My testings n sorrows have gone by, and its my time to pick myself up from my fall, and continue walk the path that Jesus had lighten up... The testings are over, but the seasons of greater joy and glory will come.... Amen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528748-109438009960486849?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/109438009960486849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=109438009960486849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109438009960486849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109438009960486849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2004/09/chapter-6-testings.html' title='Chapter 6: Testings'/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-109427261309575462</id><published>2004-09-04T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T21:19:34.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..Rain Down On Me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://y0ngz.blogspot.com/2004/08/to-ends-of-earth-hillsong-united.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;..Rain Down On Me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     This is a web page I have found while surfing through the Net... It was an awesome site... Moreover, I am inspired and encouraged to read his journal... It do put some thoughts in me, deep thoughts I meant.... Life do have ups and downs, but the important thing is when we are down, we lifted up by God.... Enjoy this journal as much as I do... Amen... &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/7528748-109427261309575462?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/109427261309575462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=109427261309575462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109427261309575462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109427261309575462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2004/09/rain-down-on-me.html' title='..Rain Down On Me..'/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-109127847787324761</id><published>2004-07-31T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T21:15:18.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5: Life's scar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Chapter 5: Life's scar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;     This week was a busy week... 2 competitions to compete n mock exams around the corner....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     What is between Black n White? Grey/..... Then what is between Right n Wrong? Grey....&lt;br /&gt;Supposingly happy but tired helping ppl yet got scolded by ppl 4 being stupid n naive.... So is the wrong in doing right things? Do u ever came to a dilemma of doing the right things??? Well, less words to write .... but deep thoughts to think/// &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/7528748-109127847787324761?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/109127847787324761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=109127847787324761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109127847787324761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109127847787324761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2004/07/chapter-5-lifes-scar.html' title='Chapter 5: Life&apos;s scar?'/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-109015552736385848</id><published>2004-07-18T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T21:12:23.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4: Dreamers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Chapter 4: Dreamers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;     hey, this few months.... it was a period of wilderness to me, a time frame where i lost myself, im lost.... I forgotten about my long lost dream, a dream that wanna do sumthing for KK, to sumthing small yet in a great way... to revive KK....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;     I dare wanna dream a big dream!!! A dream that not only by myself could accomplished, but with my friends to set an example to the our other fellow brothers and sisters in action, in words as well as spirit... I dare to dream to help the poor, to comfort the weary, to stand on the gap for God.... I have marvelled Hillsongs not because of its splendour and glory, but God's glory and miracles that He had used them to impact the community.... Its better to focus in building God's kingdom instead only being discouraged by the World....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;     To my fellow friends, today God impact me with a stirring heart in me, its not about talking, but wanna try to step a faith and acting the faith n doing His good deeds.... I wanna encounter God, and to see God's revival in KK....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tim 4:12&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;     I dare to dream, I have found my lost dream, I wanna mend my broken dreammm....&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/7528748-109015552736385848?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/109015552736385848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=109015552736385848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109015552736385848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/109015552736385848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2004/07/chapter-4-dreamers.html' title='Chapter 4: Dreamers'/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-108947088810726826</id><published>2004-07-10T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T21:45:02.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3: Seasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Chapter 3: Seasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;     Seasons changed every 4 months in some countries.... But how many seasons are there in Life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Today, was my retirement day as an assistant head prefect, for the whole 1 year, it had been part of my life, and part of it im really proud of it.... Seasons changed when I retire....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     So as in Church, seasons changed too, but sum seasons are bad seasons... I hate winter, cause of the chilly condition.... but In church, well.... its great to see the church move to greater transition, but I fear, ... I worried that the condition would be " chilly" not as warm as before, well, too much worries, its God's will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Nothing to said, but do hope and really hope, this year, the city wpuld change, the school changed too.... Guess that the church does have a role to impact schools.... great to see this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Main point i wanna say is what would we do when going through seasons in life? Will we migrate like the swallows? or Hibernate like frogs? Or During Summer, would it be enjoying and fun in life? and ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Much more to say, but guess half of this article is rubbish.... but..... well, Seasons are important, but the question is how I could deal with it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&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/7528748-108947088810726826?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/108947088810726826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=108947088810726826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/108947088810726826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/108947088810726826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2004/07/chapter-3-seasons.html' title='Chapter 3: Seasons'/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-108911778905084876</id><published>2004-07-06T20:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T21:40:37.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2: Life is an illusion?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Chapter 2: Life is an illusion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;     School life sure as hectic as usual, with the buzzles in class to the quietness in the discipline board.... But sumtimes felt that life is an is illusion, today a friend was being nice to you, the next day will be hearing the stabbings from a "friend".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     A loner, I am... though holding high positions in school, trying ways to do things efficiently, but even the greatest person on earth will had to face the ugliness of mankind... I wonder how King David being a great king in Jewish history? How Joshua could cross the river even though his own ppl does not support him to do so? How could Jesus had sacrifice himself for the salvation of the world??? These questions had been in my mind for years, and i had always reminisces them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The answer, of these questions had long been answered, but always forgotten... how stupid i am, stupidity is my second name, its just pure love of God and only through God's way that all things is possible and delightful in His eyes.... Knowing that serving men will not make men satisfied, but giving the HEART to serve God will satisfy God contentedly... I have always forgotten about this... but truly, this reason will guide me and light my path.... Emmmanuel....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Life is not an illusion as long God is here with me, u... readers... not an essay or a compostion, but truly speaking, this are part of my heart's content... And God's word truly had comfort me and never parted me through times of trial, even through times where ppl call u stupid, but in God's eyes, u are His Child.... As long I live, God will be the centre of my life.... my comforter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528748-108911778905084876?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/108911778905084876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=108911778905084876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/108911778905084876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/108911778905084876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2004/07/chapter-2-life-is-illusion_06.html' title='Chapter 2: Life is an illusion?'/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528748.post-108892236530740300</id><published>2004-07-04T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T21:36:09.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1: Over That Mountain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Chapter 1: Over That Mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;     Friday was not a very good day for me... met with the principal for sumthing bad happened... but from the talk, I admire my principal's words of wisdom, he says everyone makes mistakes including a leader, but what makes a good leader is that he is teachable, and know what is the mistakes... I was greatly encouraged by his words... wow, God is good, he comforts me through my principal.... i thought i would need to face that "mountain" with my strength, but i was wrong, sumtimes, things goes beyond our expectations and i need to lean on him.... let it be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Went to youth, had a major great time seeking God, and know what? i forgot to study for my maths exam on sat.... and had any time to study... so i thought i will just die and get the big F for my mock... Incredibaly speaking, the questions I revised with my frens mostly came out from the paper... amazing testimony... God is good... hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Life was amazingly exciting, I dunno what God had plans for me, but everyday is a testimony about HIM, and over 2 mountains in a day, God can move them all... easily...&lt;br /&gt;And from my secular obligations, God taught me that through Him, I can do all things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Thanks God, ure great...&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/7528748-108892236530740300?l=polarken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/feeds/108892236530740300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528748&amp;postID=108892236530740300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/108892236530740300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528748/posts/default/108892236530740300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polarken.blogspot.com/2004/07/chapter-1-over-that-mountain.html' title='Chapter 1: Over That Mountain...'/><author><name>Ken v2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866643280311709568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
