<?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-15971124</id><updated>2012-01-22T04:01:11.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life revolves around You</title><subtitle type='html'>turns 1 year older on 12th May. loves God wholeheartly, loves people fervently.. part of a great church, CHC and a wonderful cell n309. on the ball for anything and everything, so just bring it!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15971124.post-116946642955703548</id><published>2007-01-22T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T03:47:09.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHA. after an approx 1mth hiatus.. im back (well sortof, i may just be too lazy to blog again) to blog! haha yes yes laziness has prevailed over the month, and theres simply "no time" to blog. hahah. while browsing I realise that many have already gone into the n-th entry (where n is the number of entries) into the new year, whereas my own blog is still wallowing in 2006's Christmas EVE. HAHA. thats sad. thats why im here to update abit. its really THAT sad okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 2006 was a good year,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme see what I've accomplised:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My DCHE diploma&lt;br /&gt;2. Started my driving lessons&lt;br /&gt;3. Bought a new guitar&lt;br /&gt;4. LOST A COLOSSAL 10 KG&lt;br /&gt;5. Entered the conscripted army (i hope they dont clone me)&lt;br /&gt;6. Bank account FINALLY hit 4 digits (its now pretty much unstable)&lt;br /&gt;7. Passed IPPT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho. thats seemingly alot. but then again, the new year has much much more to offer, especially since we're halfway through the building fund and chinese new year is approaching FAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after some serious consideration, I've decided to lay down some serious goals for this serious 2007. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Apply for University (NUS/NTU/SMU/UNSW) and confirm my place&lt;br /&gt;2. Obtain my class 3 license&lt;br /&gt;3. Maintain my BMI at 24/ keep my weight within 70-74&lt;br /&gt;4. IPPT silver&lt;br /&gt;5. Pass SOC&lt;br /&gt;6. Promote to Lance Corporal/Corporal (next year will be Corporal First Class man)&lt;br /&gt;7. Get through my Recce Scout Course&lt;br /&gt;8. Bank Account to have a stable 4-digit amount. (GOD! HELP ME!)&lt;br /&gt;9. Improve on guitar + a lil' song writing&lt;br /&gt;10. Breakthrough in relational evangelism&lt;br /&gt;11. Breakthrough in my walk with Him&lt;br /&gt;12. LMAOS to scale greater heights (good gauge shld be emerge i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course many other things are gonna happen this year.. like turning 21!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow im sure He will supply all my needs with my prayers.. the year's gonna be tough, yet with all my family and friends, and with Him,  im sure that i'll pull through =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, happy belated (or rather a very belated) 2007! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-116946642955703548?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116946642955703548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=116946642955703548' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/116946642955703548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/116946642955703548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2007/01/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15971124.post-116695826427006047</id><published>2006-12-24T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T03:04:24.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once again, a very Merry Christmas! haha. i bet this has been the number one greeting these few days. and here I am on Christmas Eve celebrating in the comfort of my home. HAHA. yeah i know of the hotel birthday bash of angel and michelle, but i wouldnt want to create further controversial rumours between the hamster and the hunk. haha! but seriously its a family thing alright. hmm.. somehow this year's christmas seems different.. it seems much more "pure" in a sense that its the building fund season and people are getting lesser presents for their presents.. ahh nono. friends i mean. Which reminds me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... of the huge dilemma last week on how am I supposed to do my xmas shopping, and who to get for. haha. and apparently that huge load of thinking summed up to a clueless conclusion. lol. DRATS! now i have to spend the next couple of days feeling guilty about receiving and not giving. sigh. now i have to take a present tally to see who i have to give.. but the bulk of the presents come from my parents. so.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sidetrack. PLEASE PLEASE take pity and show mercy on the army boy.. he's poor and he's got no time to shop, so please let him owe you a present if your one of the lucky few that he's going to get for*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been a little rough lately.. havent really adjusted to the unit life yet.. everythings still quite rush and i barely make it in time for lights out. sigh. and the uncertainty that lies ahead requires my faith in Him to be stretched even more.. that kind of feeling is seriously stressing me out. although people tell me all the time not to think so much.. but sigh. 6 weeks.. eh no now its 5 weeks more of tough training to go. need you guys to hang in there with me.. morale has been dipping so feel free to make me feel loads better alright? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of year is coming.. haha. loads to reflect on.. alright.. cousins are here! time to celebrate.. time to entertain yeah? haha. may blog again tmr.. before book-in.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-116695826427006047?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116695826427006047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=116695826427006047' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/116695826427006047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/116695826427006047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/12/once-again-very-merry-christmas-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15971124.post-116615416990341661</id><published>2006-12-14T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T19:42:49.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"thats why I say you're so blessed"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that actually came out from my mum's lips.. haha i dont know why but i felt so happy and uplifted after that.. people may call it luck, but when luck happens afew times, its not just a coincidence but a blessed life.. just recieved my posting order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NRIC: S8612980I&lt;br /&gt;Name: TAN WEI EN, KENNETH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comd SAF BMTC wishes you all the best in your future posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Posting Order is listed below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You are posted to: 6 SIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your vocation is: INF RECCE TPR - BN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your are to report to: Maju Camp, BLK 26, RM #03-03.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Reporting Date/Time:&lt;br /&gt;    18/12/2006 at 0800 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Person to report to:&lt;br /&gt;    Chief Clerk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Contact Number:&lt;br /&gt;    64614355&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are required to report in smart no.4 uniform (PES E recruits to be in No 3 uniform), except for those assigned to Police Force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Special Instruction: No Camera Handphone is allowed. You are required to bring along your duffle bag / field pack complete with the SAF issued items given during BMT. You are expected to stay in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Most of you all will be wondering what the above means.. well.. just wait for a few months and you'll see me at changi airport patrolling and checking your bags when you go overseas. haha. Anyway I guess its really God's plan for me. Everything seems to be smooth sailing.. although I cant guarantee that I'll get by the training.. but its seems as if everything was pre-planned and its just unfolding.. i'll be in the same unit as my poly classmate and his brother (who is an officer there), and on top of that i'll get to learn driving.. now how cool is that. after my 2 years i'll get to convert to the civilian license. whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget the goodness you've shown.. time and again you've been faithful.. =) till next time when I get high.. thats when I'll blog again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-116615416990341661?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116615416990341661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=116615416990341661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/116615416990341661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/116615416990341661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/12/thats-why-i-say-youre-so-blessed-that.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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-15971124.post-116561265515918135</id><published>2006-12-08T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T13:17:35.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh, sometimes I wonder,  how much have I changed? or am i still very much the same in the way i think, the way I do things..in about 5 more months and I'll hit the 2-1 and I bet many will be waiting for the big bash/treat/whatever-you-want-to-call-it party.. Then again, its gonna be another year of nagging from mom when she gleefully nudges me and asks " when are you gonna bring your girlfriend home for me to see huh.. huh? HUH?!!??!" yeah and i can totally picture it in my mind if she includes "are you irritated.. are you IRRITATED.. ARE YOU IRRITATED?!?!?!" I'll seriously laugh my head off.. hahaha.. but not to worry, my head's not as huge as myrna's.. so its alright.. ( haha sorry! you know im joking alright? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*oh yes on a side note, i've directly translated mryna's name into chinese: MEI NA! which is totally chou to the max.. which is why i intend to irritated her with it for the next few days. HAHAHA*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway where was i, ah yes, bring my girlfriend home.. haha how to bring home when I dont even have one? lol.. many have journeyed, some dropped out, and whats left? none! ahhaa. now i wonder, do I have to go all out on the offensive? HAHA. but seriously, i am so not comfortable deep down with the opp. gender.. unless of course you are krystle liew. shes somewhat a childhood friend. like come on. 6-7 years? i doubt anyone can beat that. (so be honoured okay! your the longest girl i've known.. wait. your not that [physically] long either) i shall not rant on her if not, she'll go tell the world about our stories. oh. wait. she IS already telling the world about our stories. amazingly she never gets tired of it.. i wonder why.. maybe because I never get tired of it either.. sometimes i do playbacks of it in my mind and chuckle to myself and I thank God I met such a wonderful girl. on a personal note we've agreed to marry each other when she turns 40. so much for a safety net eh? which leads me to wonder. what. if. that. ACTUALLY HAPPENS. i think i should pray now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.. and yet again i digress.. haha. yes i am one shy bloke! some wonder where do I get the confidence and all to do the ridiculously hilarious, things that normal guys wouldnt do.. frankly speaking, so do I... haha! probably it came from my old nature where I tried to impress girls. yes. I was once a helluva despo skirt-chaser... notice the PAST tense. now all i have to do is flex my muscles and all will fall under the power of the machoism.. HAHA! man where did that come from! cant believe I ACTUALLY got it out from my cranky brain at 5am in the morning. LOL. sigh.. theres so much of me yet to explore, the inner side of me. haha... life's always interesting with God being a God of new things.. =)  soccer and cell and dinner with annabelle.. HAHA not really having dinner with annabelle.. just dinner with my dad's close friend's family. and oh, whoever laughed at my chinese name, please tell him.. he chose it. hohoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Santa Claus is coming to town&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I want for Christmas, is YOU!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-116561265515918135?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116561265515918135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=116561265515918135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/116561265515918135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/116561265515918135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/12/heh-sometimes-i-wonder-how-much-have-i.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15971124.post-116553953316889124</id><published>2006-12-07T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T16:58:53.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cant help but recall a taxi driver's conversation when i cabbed down to expo with pauline the other time..he was really long winded, but somehow i think the conversation kept him awake.. maybe he drove through the night or something. But what struck me was, that he kept on emphasizing on fulfilling his dream, and until his dreams are fulfilled, he wont believe in God. And he said if his dream came true, he would be a millionaire.. well of course in the midst of the conversation i didnt say a word cos i was deep in thought. pauline of course told him about what church is really all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, his thinking about God was so warped that it affected his livelihood. Seriously that man there has a potential, but yet in a wrong attitude.. Nah im not condemning the taxi driver, everyone has his/her own dream, a race to run for. and like pauline said to him: " That's a good dream"  What is contradictory is that he knows God is a fair God, yet until his dream is fulfilled, he wont believe in Him.  Sigh. Better not think about it anymore, but im sure gonna use this as an example if i ever preach a sermon about potential. heh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-116553953316889124?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116553953316889124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=116553953316889124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/116553953316889124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/116553953316889124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/12/cant-help-but-recall-taxi-drivers.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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-15971124.post-116545128542026195</id><published>2006-12-06T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T16:28:05.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Private Ken is here to blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so graduation came and went, and took lotsa photos with all my buddies.. heh.. contemplating on taking my half naked body for myself to admire.. or should i look into my bathroom mirror and point to my reflection and say "hey man, you look awesomely good!" HAHA. oh well, thats what i do every morning with my bunk cupboard when i get up and before i go to bed when im out of the shower. serious. it does great wonders to your mood for the day and boosts self esteem. =) now the great secret is out on how i managed to endure longsuffering.. the days when i was FAT. roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a totally random post. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-116545128542026195?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116545128542026195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=116545128542026195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/116545128542026195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/116545128542026195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/12/private-ken-is-here-to-blog-yeah-so.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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-15971124.post-116510296533798751</id><published>2006-12-02T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T15:42:45.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well well.. a good long month has gone and theres only 3 days left to POP.. true enough the island not far off from mainland has given me memories close to my heart. aside from the breath taking sceneries i get, whether isit the unfamiliar landscape or the view of mainland, the everyday experience is a gift and it gets shorter by the day.. though theres apprehension about the future, but im still trusting God that He'll take me some place that suits me best, and a place where I can make a difference..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the moment i've too much thoughts running through my mind, and the clocks tickin' and.. OH. if i dont leave soon im gonna be late for church. haha! i'll TRY to blog again soon.. no promises cos i've lots to do during my break.. =) and probably when i've straightened all my thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-116510296533798751?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116510296533798751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=116510296533798751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/116510296533798751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/116510296533798751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/12/well-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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-15971124.post-116211032182656686</id><published>2006-10-29T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T01:25:22.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5 MORE WEEKS TO POP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. seriously time does fly. it was only like 8 weeks ago when I kissed mom goodbye at tekong ferry terminal. and tadah, after going through the dreaded strength training and AGRs, and IFCs and 7 day field camp, POP day draws nearer by the minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one hand, I can safely say i've definitely become emotionally, physically stronger (more notably lost weight), yet on the other hand, my spiritual life is put into limbo.. its not that I havent been faithful, but I definitely need more.. sometimes i wonder if am i hungry enough, or do i lack that little bit to press in before I breakthrough.. oh well, i guess i'll try harder in the coming weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit Test this week, man another 3 days without the phone, and i guess, even more to endure aside from the smelly uniforms and heavy field packs. Continue to pray for me, I dont know what I'll be without knowing you guys are gonna be there for me..drop me a msg or something okay? See you guys next week, miss you + love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-116211032182656686?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116211032182656686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=116211032182656686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/116211032182656686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/116211032182656686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/10/5-more-weeks-to-pop.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15971124.post-116152938274756098</id><published>2006-10-22T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T08:03:02.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well after a long long time of being away.. Ive begun to treasure all that is around me even more than before.. even for the basic necessities like water and food, they are still THE essential for survival..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss so many things.. and people as well, but sad to say, most are caught up with their already packed up schedule.. so im once again left in my own space, with room to reflect and think about all that has happened in camp and out of camp.. but somehow this particular person keeps showing up in my mind.. Everyone is unique in their own way, but this person somehow stands out from the rest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're simply amazing, and I cant help but think of the vast sea of emotions that you have brought out of me..be it excessive joy, overwhelming happiness, hilarious laughter, or bitter sorrow, mundane melancholy, jealous envy,.. sometimes a tad bit of anger by your straightforward yet blunt comments..Everytime you're around me, I feel so free to express myself.. You've made me realise the kind of person I am today and been so edifying whenever I did something well. By listening to you I realise that I dont have to always come up with a solution to put you out of misery, or even do something so foolish that will make you eke out a smile.. You may not realise it, but through all these years, each year draws us even more closer, &amp; maybe sometimes intimate. Sometimes even the small things we do behind the scenes for each other dont get recognised..but yet we're always easily satistfied and simple.. =) Because of you i've grown so much and i hope the same goes for you too.. After all these years, its been a wonderful fairytale adventure, but I hope the adventure dosent end right here, right now, but continue to surprise ourselves and  unfold to a different dimension.. I'd be more that willing take the risk for yet another ride with you.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-116152938274756098?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116152938274756098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=116152938274756098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/116152938274756098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/116152938274756098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/10/well-after-long-long-time-of-being.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15971124.post-115733676948032086</id><published>2006-09-03T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T19:26:09.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What can I say........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im absolutely speechless.. You guys have really filled my love tank over and over again... within 2 days. Sat cell was memorable.. not because it was my "swansong" but the farewell drama and the "survival" kit that was supposedly to help me survive BMT. Yep, no doubt, I'll be BACK better, stronger, handsomer.. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a blowout.. seemed as if God touched me supernaturally or something. Even the praise and worship was totally in season. True enough He spoke to me even more than usual.. as if preparing me for spiritual warfare. Even as I served on the choir stand, I wept through praise and the entire worship.. I really REALLY love the house of the living God. The presence of God struck me so hard that I could hardly belt out a word to sing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the farewell dinner as all the people who played a part in my Christian walk, some even before that. I really really didnt know what to say. You can say Im quite bad at speeches.. cos everything I said was met with hilarious laughter.. LOL. but seriously, I really love all those who went..and the $300 was well spent. It was really what happened last night that made me so emo, and I cant bear to leave them. Well I have to and theres nothing I can do about it. =) Prob I'll leave you guys a gift to remember me by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Im still quite emo, so I'll just end here..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-115733676948032086?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/115733676948032086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=115733676948032086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/115733676948032086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/115733676948032086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-can-i-say.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15971124.post-115676836367924614</id><published>2006-08-28T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T05:32:43.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys, this is gonna be one emo entry, unlike previous ones with all the jokes.. so brace yourselves =). Was watching the colour box halfway when reality suddenly hit me hard. Its just 11 days away before I go overseas indefinitely for a 2 year holiday. Well with the complete package of sweaty half-naked men and “special” treatment if you ask for it. And TRUST me. Its nothing to be envious about, so girls, thank God you don’t have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have asked me, “are you prepared to go in?” ,  “so how?” , “ have you done what you have yet to do?”. Frankly speaking, I’ve yet to let go of all my friends. I’ve yet to go to Sentosa and have a whole lot of fun. I’ve yet to tell the people I love how much I love and gonna miss them. I’ve yet to encourage the people under me to grow and not fall back when I’m gone. I’ve yet to emotionally position myself to enjoy confinement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst all these, just felt the Holy Spirit place in me a passage about Abraham, where he had to leave ALL areas of his life, to fulfill the purpose of God in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 12&lt;br /&gt;Promises to Abram&lt;br /&gt; 1 Now the LORD had said to Abram:     &lt;br /&gt;“Get out of your country,      &lt;br /&gt;From your family      &lt;br /&gt;And from your father’s house,     &lt;br /&gt; To a land that I will show you.&lt;br /&gt; 2 I will make you a great nation;    &lt;br /&gt; I will bless you      &lt;br /&gt;And make your name great;      &lt;br /&gt;And you shall be a blessing.&lt;br /&gt; 3 I will bless those who bless you,     &lt;br /&gt;And I will curse him who curses you;      &lt;br /&gt;And in you all the families of the earth shall be blessed.”&lt;br /&gt;4 So Abram departed as the LORD had spoken to him, and Lot went with him. And Abram was seventy-five years old when he departed from Haran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really feel myself placed in his shoes, and Abraham willingly obeyed the Lord. However, he took Lot with him and hence, did not experience the fullness of God’s blessing upon his life UNTIL he finally left Lot in Gen 13. Yes, reluctant as I am to leave my family, the church, n309, and everyone in my life. BUT yet if I want to see the fullness of God’s blessings in the purpose He has for me, then of course, I have to do it. Complete letting go. Nobody said it was easy, Abraham took awhile to let Lot go.. Obviously he loved Lot a lot. (no pun intended) I guess its something that I must do I guess. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though its not as if I’m furthering my studies overseas for a few years, but I feel that at this threshold of another era of my life. Its like another goodbye to the past 20 years of my life. And hello to adulthood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-115676836367924614?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/115676836367924614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=115676836367924614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/115676836367924614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/115676836367924614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/08/hey-guys-this-is-gonna-be-one-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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-15971124.post-115642946257662108</id><published>2006-08-24T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T07:24:22.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello~! Im back with another post.. Nothing much to blog recently.. and i realise not all my links have been updating. HAHA. Maybe they're thinking why shld they blog if my friend's blogs are like stagnant. But anyways, came across a hilarious blog from my cell member, elliot cruise. Fortunate to have him not only because he is funny and allows us to play winning eleven, but he is REALLY handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit: elliotcruise.blogspot.com NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise, you wont navigate out of that site without laughing/smiling/giggling to yourself. And of course, Mr Cruise has effectively showcased his slimming methods.. well, in his own humorous way! Do not be disgusted by his amazingly large ego, after all, all men love to be praised for what they do, and how they look. =). His blog is much better compared to mine. I have forgotten how to upload pictures already, so thats why I have chunks of text that people seldom love to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE ELLIOT. I KNOW YOU ARE SMILING COS IM PROMOTING YOUR BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, life has been somewhat passing quite quickly, before I know it, Oh crap. NS is starting tomorrow. 2 weeks and 3 days more of civilian life before I become the lowest lifeform in society (thats pretty much what I heard). Crap treatment, Crap food, Crap sleeping hours. But lo and behold, the desire of the next bookout shall spur me on. AND OF COURSE. My ultimate aim of NS. To shape myself in such a way that when I come out of my 2 plus years of NS, I'll be able to con a girl to spend the rest of her life with me and from then on, I shall BALLOON into my normal form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like flubber, I know. Used to call my classmate that. His head turned into a sweet potato when he went in, and I have not heard from him eversince.. Did he become too skinny that he died? Maybe. Suicide from the tough training? Possible. Slight deviation from the point here, Heh. But anyway, I will once again relive my "scouting" days, only that the uniform is different, and the treatment is 10 times worse. But then again, my daily slangs could somehow make my platoon super pissed at me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation One:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seargeant: Recruit TAN! Go touch that tree and come back!&lt;br /&gt;W.E. Tan *runs* and *pants* and comes back.&lt;br /&gt;Seargeant: So what did the tree tell you?&lt;br /&gt;W.E. Tan: Huh?!?!??!&lt;br /&gt;Seargeant (puffs chest): GO AND ASK THE TREE WHAT IT SAY!&lt;br /&gt;W.E. Tan: WAH LAO. YOU ASK YOURSELF LA! PLATOON SO MANY PEOPLE YOU CHOOSE ME. SIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I figure the entire platoon will kenna tekan till siao for this *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seargeant: I am going for lunch now, you all must pull at least 10 pullups before having your lunch. Lunchtime ends at 1300 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;W.E. Tan: WAH LAO! Go Lunch Bo JioOOoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation Three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seargeant: You stay here do guard duty. Whole day give me problem. I'm going off. See you on monday.&lt;br /&gt;W.E. Tan: WAH LAO! Seargeant PANGSEH !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wondering. W.E. Tan will be my name tag when I go in. And the above will show you how I will sabo my platoon mates. Muahahaha. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, please DATE me. I dont want to have a lonely last 2 weeks =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-115642946257662108?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/115642946257662108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=115642946257662108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/115642946257662108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/115642946257662108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-im-back-with-another-post.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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-15971124.post-115586885257520785</id><published>2006-08-17T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T19:40:52.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Due to violent protests, I shall not mention anymore 20's club jokes to anyone else. However, hilarious acts will be made known for all to see*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the carpark of Wayne's block..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LW was parking the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LW: Eh, can anot?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Er, i think ok lah, just nice.&lt;br /&gt;*opens the door*&lt;br /&gt;LW (butts in quickly): eh dont so kan chiong leh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What resulted was a release of the clutch. and the inevitable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LW'S CAR STALLED! HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time in history I ever sat in a friends car and it stalled. So you can imagine how hard I was laughing.. all the way into wayne's house. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of work today.. Heres to what I look forward to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;2. Koon&lt;br /&gt;3. More Sleep&lt;br /&gt;4. More Koon&lt;br /&gt;5. Even more Sleep&lt;br /&gt;6. Even more Koon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;koon is sleep in hokkien*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise how deprived of sleep I am. Especially since i reach office so early and get home so late in the night. heh. Can you see the black rings! Im a panda! Dont worry. I didnt get into a fight with gangsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots to blog. but need organisation of thoughts, so when im done i'll blog again. teehee. A.R. Bernard tonight~! Expectancy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-115586885257520785?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/115586885257520785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=115586885257520785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/115586885257520785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/115586885257520785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/08/whooo-due-to-violent-protests-i-shall.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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-15971124.post-115521351978440819</id><published>2006-08-10T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T05:38:39.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fun with the 20's club...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne : Eh! I want surrender!&lt;br /&gt;Me       : Raise up your hands or wave the white flag!&lt;br /&gt;Wayne : -_-""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LK: I wanna buy new boots! *talks about how nice rooney's boots are*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wah! Wanna be rooney gotta dress like rooney, but you play like FANDI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I seriously couldn't stop laughing on this one *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why to all the malays love to say "sia"?&lt;br /&gt;LK: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cos they all come from MalaySIA.&lt;br /&gt;LK: HA            HA           HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just showcased my cold jokes. but anyway. i STILL think the 2nd one is funny. LOL. Anyway.. we have just formed a fresh band that includes LK, LW, Wayne, Dixon and yours TRULY. However, recently only me and wayne have been the bulk of the music so we called ourselves Batman&amp;Fatman / T². i think T² is better. Cos we have the same surname. LAWL. LW can join us and its T³! wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not showcase our noobness.. but those who have heard us, will agree that we are definitely right to call ourselves The L.M.A.O.S cos thats what people do when they hear us. BUT WE WILL IMPROVE. ROAR. Glory to Glory!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-115521351978440819?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/115521351978440819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=115521351978440819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/115521351978440819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/115521351978440819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/08/fun-with-20s-club.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15971124.post-115462090750400825</id><published>2006-08-03T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T09:01:47.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Shepherd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to this song from Bro KC's myspace as I blog.. Man, I feel so blessed to be in a church thats filled with the anointing of God and the Holy Spirit.. I'll really miss church when I leave for NS.. Though the atmosphere and environment will be much much different, but I promise, I'll never ever ever forget the house of God. Heart felt worship songs truly reflect and express love towards Him, and Him to us.. man, getting all emo nw. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But isnt that what a true relationship should be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love so pure, so sweet. A taste of it is simply satisfying. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been with you as always, through the dark times, the joyous times.. And I see your anguish, depressed moments, and all that you feel. My heartbeat beats with yours and I know all that you're thinking.. 'when are these mountains going to end?' Ah my child, its alright.. Just as long as you lean on me, believe in me as I in you, and your dreams and hopes shall be fulfilled. No no, dont worry about these things, I will take care of them. Continue serving me faithful one, committing your life and heart wholly to me, allow your heart to be continually moulded by Me, and I will show you  My path that I have set before you. I've placed you here for a reason...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how intimate was that.. tears rolled down my cheeks as i dictated every word from Him.. presence of God is here now as the piano plays the intro to Sanctuary. True heartfelt worship. The Love of a Saviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is none like You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish everyday was like that.. please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love You, God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No amount of words can depict my immense love for You, for it is only by revelation that I know You more and more.. People ask, how can I love someone invisible? Well, I would've normally said.. you wont understand. But then again. After one encounter after another, its impossible for me to dismiss that as unrealistic and fake. Let your presence and glory fill wherever I tread upon, and help me in my unbelief, for I am human and You are God. Make the miracles happen for the glory of your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. im too emo to carry on. im just lost in His presence. blog again next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-115462090750400825?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/115462090750400825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=115462090750400825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/115462090750400825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/115462090750400825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-shepherd.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15971124.post-115406172858071889</id><published>2006-07-27T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T21:42:08.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yep, Lots have been going through my mind recently... Plucking afew out of my entire train of thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The immediate issue of NS. I know i'll be only confined for 2-3 weeks, but isnt that enough time for one to start falling away? Adam and Eve took even less than that to bring Sin into the world, what more for me to fall away? Just felt the Holy Spirit telling me to guard my heart, God's protection is on me and whatever the Devil brings to me, His grace is upon me. Was reading up on the book of Job last night, and its amazing how Job remained clean after all that the Devil did to him: burn up all Job's possessions and servants, cast boils on his entire body, and even his wife asked him to curse God and die. Amidst all these, Job remained faithful towards God and blameless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, Job let out cries of demise, he was undeniably disappointed with all that has happened to him. But he looked to God not to thank Him for bringing these to make him stronger, but to thank Him for bringing him through and for His divine protection. If Job can withstand that, what about us? The slightest bit of slander, and we think its persecution. The slightest turn of circumstance, and we think "Oh no, die die die".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The matter of a fact is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has given us His grace through salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it can never be taken back, if God takes it back, then it wouldnt be a gift, but a loan. What sense would it make if i give you a present on yr birthday and the next day, i take it back? How then do we activate this grace that God has placed in our very lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Humility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this fast paced society, its hard to find time to do things, and unknowingly we do it by our own strength, forgetting the supernatural. Problems come and tadah, we try to solve it with the best natural way and that point in time. Move in the supernatural. Be in tune with the Holy Spirit. Be prayerful at all times. Build your spirit man even wherever you are, and whenever you can. The Holy Spirit is a channel for God's divine grace, so if you dont know him well, then how can you know that His grace is upon you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I forget the supernatural factor in doing things, hence things turning out sub-standardly. Just like serving God as a cell group guitarist. After awhile, it CAN get routinal. If so, then ANYONE can just play guitar. Some do not even realise the TRUE meaning and spiritual position of the cell group guitarist. Other than the physical and the music, the guitarist shares the platform with the CGL. Definitely you yourself MUST be prayed up, spiritual and able to move in flow with the Holy Spirit, God, as well as the CGL. Why so? During ministry, when the CGL goes to pray for members. Who takes worship from there? Definitely the guitarist. unless theres a PCGL to take over. Sometimes, if the guitarist cant lead, then probably a core member steps up to lead the people. Nevertheless, the guitarist is also a vessel to usher in God's presence. We as guitarists are priviledged to serve Him with the guitar. Some cell groups dont even have a guitarist, so please take advantage of your guitarist and the presence of God he/she brings. Im not claiming anything here. but its a cold hard fact. if cell groups without a guitarist can be powerful, what more cellgroups with abundance of guitarists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you hungry for more?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University at 22/23&lt;br /&gt;Masters at 24&lt;br /&gt;pHD? maybe maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career? Car? House? I need Your divine guidance. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-115406172858071889?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/115406172858071889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=115406172858071889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/115406172858071889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/115406172858071889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/07/yep-lots-have-been-going-through-my.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15971124.post-115372163666280305</id><published>2006-07-23T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T23:13:56.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Sitorus Sisters Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was a widely anticipated affair I guess, haha. Well, not so much for me, since I knew that I had to do something that put my manhood in jeopardy. Moreover, to choreograph a dance within such a short time, was very stressful since I had no professional experience. Haha, thank God, all of these were over and done with. The day kickstarted quite well at Gerald's place, although the special guest that looked a tad bit like Sun Yanzi/Diana Ser combined, teehee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Krys came over to do fitting for the special item for the party, and yeah. Boy oh boy I finally knew what it felt like to be a woman. RESPECT man, with all due r-e-s-p-e-c-t. HAHA. Then thinking that I was scheduled to sing a song, prepared Westlife - When you're looking like that. I guess I finally knew what it genuinely feels like to serenade people, esp close friends, man love you guys. Anyway, cheong-ed right down to the huge Ford Avenue house. Well not exactly cheong-ed cos gerald and i waited like super long for 77 to come.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Upon arriving at the house, I was stunned for afew seconds. Cos what seemed like the normal bs venue was transformed in to some sorta hawaiian resort. Seriously nice decor, nice jazz music, nice food, everything seemed to suit the theme of the party. Even Pauline and the cell group sisters were stunningly rather well dressed, though i mistook some to be dressing up as indians. lol. Really enjoyed the fellowship there, dancing, doing lame stuff, and of course, rehearsing for the special item.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wanna know how to coordinate a hawaiian dance full of guys?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heres how: left left left left, right right right right, up up up up, up up up up, turn turn turn turn, turn turn turn turn, roll roll roll roll, roll roll roll roll, and CLAP~!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Although its not really funny if you read it here, but imagine 7-8 guys doing that. Its really quite funny! Include Elliot and Matthew. yeah. the ultimate lamer and the ultimate politician =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yup all in all, a wonderful party =). Of course, i wanna add that im not gay either. and the $100 bucks robinsons voucher was definitely worth embarassing myself. hahaha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 more month to ns! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm in love with this song, but it dosent mean I'm on a verge to have an urge for a merge.. its just nice and sorta coincides with what im feeling at the moment =) Heres a part of the song of Westlife - When You're Looking Like That&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont wanna forget you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont even wanna try&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am I supposed to walk on by..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're looking like that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How am I supposed to leave you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're looking like that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cant believe what I just gave away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cant take it back, Im lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont wanna live my life without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How am I supposed to leave you now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're looking like that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-115372163666280305?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/115372163666280305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=115372163666280305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/115372163666280305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/115372163666280305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/07/sitorus-sisters-birthday-it-was-widely.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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-15971124.post-115297014787223360</id><published>2006-07-15T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T06:29:07.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have successfully mastered the art of melancholy, also known as : lonelinism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonelinism is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) when all your close friends are all in taiwan and you arent. I MISS YOU GUYS. and girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) when on a saturday morning you wake up and say " what shall I do since there's no cell group?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) when everyone is busy and you're not. *well not everyone, but at least most people*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) when you SMS the people in taiwan thinking their in singapore " hey you guys wanna go to town? " and you get a reply like " Can, meet you in ximending"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) when you walk the whole of Orchard by yourself. and spending money alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so many things in check. yeah you guessed it. Kenneth is LONELY. and also a loser in fact. rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS LENGKIAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the nice food he makes, for the rubbish remarks he makes, for the times we fought over the bed in gerald's house, for the times you call me in awkward hours just for 5min conversations, for the times we played soccer and you would hao lian your skills, and for the times we prayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come back quick!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS KRYSTLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for her ability to make me laugh, for her ability to make me cry, for her many many many jokes, for her adorable nature, for her silly antics, for her lack of sense of direction, for her suan-ing of how i would irritate her when we were neighbours, for God's love, care and concern through her to me, for the rides her mom gave me, for the sabotaging for forfeits, for the.. alot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just come back lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS LIANGWEI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the groundless arguments we always make, for the sian-ed hints he always makes, for his self-proclaimed safe driving, for his egoistic confessions that he is handsome, charming, etc.. , for his encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come back quick!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS WAYNE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for his act blur comments, for his willingness to laugh at my lame jokes (even if its REALLY not funny), for his entertainment when im working, for his vote whenever dixon suans me, for allowing me to call him batman, for jio-ing me to go for ALL his outings. HAHHA. i always never go =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come back quick!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS JAQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for her entertaining (actually not entertaining at all cos i always lose) me at work with minesweeper flags, for sharing with me how to make money, for sharing testimonies with me, for chatting with me over ministry, spiritual life, etc..(actually all of the above chatted before, just thought of it), for introducing to me princess hours, for the karaoke sessions, for encouraging me to become a BV (but didnt go anyway), for making me laugh cos she always pon choir prac last min for some reason, and cos she simply rocks. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come back quick!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS MICH PAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for.. actually nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just come back quick!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS... i think thats about all i miss. =(   they're like a piece of me being cut out. come back soon.. and in one piece okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile i shall try to make new acquaintances. and bring someone to church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-115297014787223360?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/115297014787223360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=115297014787223360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/115297014787223360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/115297014787223360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-have-successfully-mastered-art-of.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15971124.post-115266713426274475</id><published>2006-07-11T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T18:18:54.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a hectic 2-3 weeks to say the least.. the bulk of it being the World Cup. Late nights, or should i say early mornings for that matter. Thanks to the World Cup my biological clock has been disrupted, and now I have a huge problem waking up for work. Small eyes, aching limbs, complete with the deep eyebags. 1 word to describe the feeling: RAWR! yes RAWR and not ROAR. Sigh I really hope my biological clock gets fixed soon, before it gets disrupted again by dumb sergeants that have crazy ideas of waking you up in the middle of the night to do some dumb exercises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow, World Cup came and went. Italy kinda deserved it though, they were the well balanced team. And considering Buffon was much much bigger in size as compared to Barthez, it was GiGi that made the shoot out GG for France. Hahaha, sadly for England fans, I dont really see them as world champs YET. Considering the striker crisis, maybe next time round. Or they can test their chances again at Euro 2008. I guess the International Diver's Association would be pretty much happy cos of the huge increase of membership.. hence the huge avalanche of competitors for the Olympic gold in Diving event. lol oh well, i thought the final was RATHER exciting.. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had krys sophie boonkiat kelvin lk dixon lw gerald over for that one.. thankfully i could keep my eyes open. but by extra time.. whoa man. miracles happened, I could sleep standing up, sitting down upright, anyway anyhow. krys was the constant K.O.-er, while sophie, she was the EXACT opposite. Her hilarious hyper antics kept me awake, as well as her stories about demons, which she brought out from a book. =) you rock sophie. HAHA. i shall ask you to watch soccer next time okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, krys &amp; jac &amp;amp; lk &amp; wayne &amp;amp; loads of others are over in taiwan right now, sigh I miss them already. Its like a piece of me is being cut away. LOL. sounds cheesy eh. Sigh somehow I knew I would've been there. Did I not press in hard enough? Maybe only You know. =( The feeling of Vindication rocks. I can only miss them for now. Meanwhile, its back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note, im really working now!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-115266713426274475?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/115266713426274475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=115266713426274475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/115266713426274475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/115266713426274475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello-world-its-been-hectic-2-3-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15971124.post-115077579482794918</id><published>2006-06-19T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T20:22:07.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Another 5 Misconceptions about me (back due to popular demand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm fat by choice. My parents made me fat by stuffing me with food. So please stop teasing me about weighty issues. It gives me a heavy heart cos I didnt want it to happen that way. And yes, I'm not kidding, I WAS stuffed with food since young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm a pheadophile. Although my cell group has lots of kids, and although I do adore them, that does not make me one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm childish. Nope. I'm actually quite versatile. When I'm with kids I can BE a kid. When I'm with people my age, thats a whole new story. like what Pastor Kong says. when you're 2 yrs old, its cute. BUT when you're 20 years old. THAT'S GROSS. and I STILL do alot of deep thinking about the present and the future. Since when there's a child that does that. A child would only think where is the next best place to do his business and make mummy angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.I'm earning a big fat generous salary. Though its my dad's friend's company, I dont get a single cent. Well, only if they have company lunches, etc. Why would they pay me for sitting in front of the comp and do nothing? Other than that, I extort from my father as much as I can and hope that I can survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm STILL rich. a BIG NONO. My father STILL is. unless he starts pumping in cash the way he pumps oil into my bank account. Hmm. That might be the reason why I'm still single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tired&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;could &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cant.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that practically describes how am I feeling now. Eyelids barely open. Muscles aching. And the problem of knowing something that someone dosent want me to know. Discernment. If I could discern something like that, am I still supposed to be a spectator? Scary thing this discernment. Especially if it involves close friends. Dont know what I'll do without You, maybe I would've waited for the 2nd coming and descended down below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I know, then I know. Sometimes Ignorance is really a bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight of the Problem is inversely proportional to Accountability.&lt;br /&gt;Accountability is proportional to Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Weight of the Problem is proportional to Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of the above is wrong? I chose the first one. (though im bad at MCQs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, Others may think the first option seems right to them. Sigh.. matters of the complicated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-115077579482794918?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/115077579482794918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=115077579482794918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/115077579482794918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/115077579482794918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/06/another-5-misconceptions-about-me-back.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15971124.post-115043955905788497</id><published>2006-06-15T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T23:32:39.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a day of LIBERTY! hahahaha. let me explain why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took half day off for bs with pastor on goths... eh no, let me rephrase. Gifts Of The Holy Spirit. not those crazy people who paint nails black and paint their faces white and use black lipstick and eyeliners.. and etc. yeah. ok lame. back to the topic. Chiong-ed 1 to 4, but actually did 2 and 1/10th of a topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legalism.. sounds cool, but not so cool. We had a discussion about legalism in the cell group.. heh. most notably the issues of not getting attached, going overseas to study, attending cell group. actually that was all cos we couldnt think of more..heh, this was what basically he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Attending cell group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not a law that all CHC members HAVE to attend cell group. Yeah it isnt, it is a matter of whether the person WANTS to anot. Some feel that they are obligated to go cos they feel indebted to the leader, or like cos he/she say, then the person goes. Pastor used to tell a person who dosent want to go cell group: " Give me 3 months, and if you still dont want to attend cell group, then I will let you do so." Eventually the person got touched and is actively serving in church today. WOW.  Pastor is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Going Overseas to Further Study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a matter of spiritual maturity.. Sometimes it may be because no choice, have to go to get a degree. But Pastor said that if you go, go to a recognised university. Sometimes it may be parents plan for you, if so, then how can the cell group leader stop your parents? Most importantly, it is to find a church where you can grow from glory to glory. always from small base to big base, if vice versa, then what are you doing? Of course if given a choice, stay in singapore, if not pray about it, and make sure it is God's plan for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Getting attached early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, adolescents love to hear about this.. haha. yeah its not a law that you cant get attached early, but more of a personal preference. * lots of hallelujahs * Pastor said that most youths that get attached early do not get married eventually. So why bother? Lots of people often say guys change after army, yeah its true to a certain extent. it can get quite sian if yr bf talks about army all the time...hehe . reminds me of lengkian. instantly. hahaha. Also if your bf/gf had been with many girls before, then how would you feel? heh. thoughts can run wild man. Oh well, thats why pastor said i was set free. HAHA. nah. actually, hard for me to find someone. almost everyone is like. eee. hahhaha. oh well. might need your help in future pastor! ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEIQI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. doubt you'll be reading this.. my famous quote ages ago remembered by you "to eat is to be happy".. haha. i made that up entirely, but im glad i made you smile =) Kelvin's chinese song was super nice!!! i like it.. though sarah says he sings it every week for cell.. i really like it!!  teach me okay bro? ahah. alright. i shldnt be slacking too much. shall go and fellowship online with my friends..  going to a campfire later! my first in AGES! good to see all the buddies i went through hell with. =) God bless all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-115043955905788497?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/115043955905788497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=115043955905788497' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/115043955905788497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/115043955905788497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/06/yesterday-was-day-of-liberty-hahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15971124.post-115043639019020324</id><published>2006-06-15T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T22:39:50.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The most embarassing thing that happened to me in office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was happily surfing friendster, blogs, pictures of friends.. when&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daphne (the colleague sitting beside me went to retrieve something from the printer): Xiao di, zhe zhang zhi shi ni de.. *giggles* (little boy, this paper is yours)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it was. An A4 size picture of me and xiao xian (ex-cg member).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (in shock): huh?!?! wo mei you print zhi chu lai leh?!?!?! ( I didnt print anything leh?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daphne: *LAUGHS OUT LOUD* wo cai ni bu xiao xing click dao print la (I think you accidentally clicked on the print button)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky. Thank God my colleague took it and not my boss. if not i would have fainted and raptured on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I Shall NOT look at pictures of me and my friends again. UNLESS it is perfectly safe to do so. = (&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-115043639019020324?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/115043639019020324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=115043639019020324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/115043639019020324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/115043639019020324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/06/most-embarassing-thing-that-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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-15971124.post-115010503236822204</id><published>2006-06-12T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T02:37:12.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi all, im back again from another strenuous week.. yeah.. as expected still drained physically since the emerge conference =( But im still strong on the inside ! Weekend flew like in a flash.. Combined cell was cool, yet.. I wished certain people had attended.. The message was so for them.. Oh wells.. its been awhile since I played infront of 50++ people.. which explains my sudden switch from 16 beat to 8 beat. darn. I always get that whenever combined cell's in holland v. Next time i'll stand up to make projection easier. But it felt good I guess.. I need MORE. If there's nothing in me. then how can He use me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess its back to the 6 string-er this week, loan-ed the 12-... er no 11-string out to don cum lw. Good not to lose the touch though..  BUt the feeling of standing up and playing like joel houston does for United really rocks. heh. I dream of another concert one day i hope.. =) i wanna go acoustic soon!! then i can partner my alter-ego moz.. and then.. how cool would it be. =) MORE annointing oil please.. dont stop... i long to DO something.not for self, but for your Glory. Help me. Strengthen me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday's service message was cool.. 7 needs of a soul --&gt; perfection. yeahhh. sometimes i lack in certain needs too.. just that i dont realise it myself.. and that incompletes my service to God. The game was quite fun. heh. havent cycled in like years.. got to know more about jiahao, songjie, winston and celene/celine..oh well, lucky the rain didnt dampen the mood..heh. thankfully chloe's team won! lets go on an event-steak. haha. anyway. lets be relevant today yeah.. i need rest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-115010503236822204?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/115010503236822204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=115010503236822204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/115010503236822204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/115010503236822204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/06/hi-all-im-back-again-from-another.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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-15971124.post-114958496589386747</id><published>2006-06-06T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T02:09:27.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Have you &lt;strong&gt;EMERGE-ED &lt;/strong&gt;yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Thats the question. Have you emerge-ed yet? Have you broken through the powers of darkness? Have you came out of the depression &amp; discouragement yet? Are YOU the same as before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why these questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I have went into and came out of emerge unchanged, untransformed, unmotivated to win my school for Christ. How is that so? My guess is because of the lack of expectancy. Last year, I didnt expect the BEST from God. I did have a certain level expectancy, but certainly didnt believe for a life-changing experience. Emerge 05 came and went. And I missed out big time on what God had in store for me. Who knows, I would've started SP revival. Who knows, I would've been a CGL. Only God knew. Yet i guess then i wasnt hungry enough to recieve it and run the full race for it.. Hype and excitement is one thing. but it will die of soon. Only the fire and passion of God will sustain you in pursuit for your higher calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year. I must admit. it was the BEST Emerge I attended. Every single session I told God. " God, I am not letting You go until I get a purpose, a vision, something that I could run for FROM You. " True enough God was good. in fact spectular, dont know how to put it in words. What He gave me was so much that I wish I could stay there forever. unfortunately i was in choir. Every single session had a fresh Word instore for me. Even as I was physically tired from serving, but the joy of the Lord was my strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten something, have YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much to say, I dont know if I can reveal it here. Probably if you ask i'll pick my listeners.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-114958496589386747?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/114958496589386747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=114958496589386747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/114958496589386747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/114958496589386747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/06/have-you-emerge-ed-yet-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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-15971124.post-114887155900749169</id><published>2006-05-28T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T19:59:19.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alrighty then.. here comes yet another anticipated post..*i hope* for my readers. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been going on great in the office.. though I dont do much like help the office with some of their clients and all, but then I still learn something from the way they operate, the people that work there, the funny antics they put up which simply adds colour to my life.. my colleagues are really a wide range of character.. but thankfully.. i think most of them are as irritating and noisy as me. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff that has happened since i worked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the ladies' cooking session. i think by the time they finished cooking it was about 3pm already. (lol lucky thing i went down to the canteen. if not. hoho a hungry man is an angry man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- im the proclaimed shuai ge of the office cos. yeah. im the youngest and possibly the handsomest among all the men. ok lah! there are only 3 OTHER men in the office. all of which are married. which makes me the only one left. the sole eligible bachelor. =( they have no choice but to call me shuai ge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- they bully me whenever i dress nicely cos they think that im dating someone. WHAT. ok. i know i dont have the body/looks. at least picture me dating someone can. i would still love to get married u know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the ladies love to complain about their cheating husbands (bluff the wives  to subscribe just becos they wanna watch world cup for the entire month. plus they get to HOG the TV and the wives wail about missing their HK/Korean/Jap serials) and irritating children(they make nonsensical calls to the office..man i wish i could ans and talk to their kids. hahah.) But then again at the the end of the day. they still love their families. WHAT LOGIC??!? oh sigh. how fickle minded these ladies are.. hahaha. quite cute though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i have pet name called "xiao di". since when am i xiao(small)!!! walao! since baby i have been bai bai pang pang (white white fat fat).. and never changed eversince! quite annoying.im a 1.78m, 80+ kg man. like hi. how is that small. for some im even obese already. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. that about all thats happening in my workplace..other that the fact that im not getting any pay. or so i think. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the breakthrough coming.06/06? i really cant wait. but then, will responsibility be too great for me? i dont think so.. cos Im sure He wont give me something that I cant handle already. =) Phi 3:14 in prayer and in worship.. i think it pieces the puzzle together and tahdah we see the whole picture of the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure that it is simple to pray a prayer just before a service/ cell group meeting. Its always easy to make a quickie prayer. But to what extent does YOUR prayer touch God? To what extent does YOUR worship please Him? To what extent does YOUR daily actions, speech, conduct glory God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer is more than just words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer is more than just putting your requests down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer is more than just praying in tongues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer is more than just you alone sitting in your room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What then is prayer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, prayer is communing with God and the Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, prayer is intimate relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, prayer is unwavering desire and delight to meet God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, prayer is birth forth in the Spirit like a woman in labour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, prayer with tears of love, burden, desire &amp; hunger touches God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when prayer life is good, everything else flows in nicely. worship will naturally be good as long as it comes out of your heart. God will naturally speak to you for all that you burden for. What else can u ask for? =) Have fun preparing yourselves for emerge people, for we are all called for such a time as this! Be ready for a mighty move of God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw.. I have not watched Xmen 3, Da Vinci Code, Mission Impossible. I want to watch The NUN! Actually.. i have a thing for horror. heehee.. it gives u that shock feeling, but hilarious to see how people react to horror. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remind myself: DIXON OWES ME 10 BUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly to DCHE 21. WHERE IS MY PRESENT. OWE ME 1 MONTH LIAO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-114887155900749169?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/114887155900749169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=114887155900749169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/114887155900749169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/114887155900749169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/05/alrighty-then.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15971124.post-114769961910224569</id><published>2006-05-15T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T06:27:04.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man! what a blessed and spirit-filled week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.. every year my birthday gets better, and i can safely say farewell to lousy birthdays.. in primary and secondary school my birthday always.. and I mean ALWAYS.. falls on the beginning of the mid-year examinations. Super sad. yeah. I know. tell me all about it. But anyway.. being 20 this year.. the nation went on holiday for me. HAHA. i got a neat surprise from all my close friends.. thanks ah. i foolishly played my own birthday song. Now u guys know how easy it is to trick me and divert my attention. Kudos to each and everyone of you. You guys are Mediacorp actors and actresses. I was expecting Vesak day presentssssssssssssssssssssss on sunday. but i never expected it to turn out as a single present. Oh well, i cant deny i've always wanted a 12-stringer. but nevertheless.. i love it, i love you guys, i love all of you from the bottom of my heart, and i love you with the love of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lk-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap man. i dunno why im praising you here. hahah. you barely even come online. but anyways. this act cool guy has been my brother. i guess we'll always be. dont know why dont know how. i even forgot how i became to close to you. but yeah. we went thru so many things together from n1 days.. to n2 days.. to n3 days.. and even till now. Even got scolded together. but oh wells. you are one heck of a guy, sacrificing and sacrificing. heh. you better gimme better treatment in army.. or else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gerald-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah you just came for cell i think 2 years ago.. amazed at how you've grown.. though still tweaks here and there to correct.. been watching ya.. and i must say you're one of the easiest people to give bible study to.. you've been my inspiration whenever im discouraged with the brothers.. looking at you alone allows me to think that the rest CAN be as mouldable and as fervent as you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lw-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. you another person. im always challenged to find out more bible truths. but you always seem to know more. *darn* im glad that being in diff cells.. im able to be where i am. been trying to rise up when we were one cell.. but to no avail. oh well. i've got my kids and you've got your indo gang.. happy to serve God together with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pauline-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as always.. my affectionate leader. you know i love you. hahha. i love it when you disciple me. i love it when you give me opportunities to serve. i love it whenever we practice praise and worship.. i love being your cell guitarist. though you're much different from boonkiat, but yeah i've learnt so much from your faith, your fervency, your passion. I learn even as you share of your daily experiences, even as you entered SOT. I learn also from the times i make my way down to CHEC (Suntec/NTUC building) to look for you..I learn whenever you chose me to lead games, do offering.. I have so much to learn from you, pastor and even by inspiration of the Holy Spirit. Man, I could'nt have asked for better =) My life is changed because of you! Dont worry! yr not ever alone. i've hit the 20's range. =( haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;krys-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. you. the ever-scandalous woman. lol. joking lah. you have been ridiculously nicer to me this year i must admit. although at times you do suan me, but i know its out of love and not the other.. she makes me laugh, makes me nervous, makes me challenged for excellence in all that I do.. I'll never forget the late night talks. man. that was heart wrenching to have someone younger than me. and a girl infact. (or shld i say half man cos we're like God-man race) to change the course of my life forever. she inspires me and certainly envy how good she is with people. =). Despite the funny, hilarious history, i certainly look forward serving our God with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, there a billions of names i can put here, but at the moment, these are the top ranking people, not in order of course. but these are the people whom I have played a part in my walk with Him.. and in my service to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Pst Phil Pringle's conference and weekend services.. man it was a BLAST. the new songs were sung at a higher octave.. thankfully i could hit the note.. but most imptly, i caught something from the Spirit of God. the spirit of the effective, fervent prayer.. and of course, visions of other areas of life and cell group.. but amongst all that, the spirit of prayer was the most impt of all. Without prayer and supplication, how can things happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise alot of times.. its just quiet tongues, and firing all my requests at God like a machine gun, and only a few times when i truly come before the throne of God in Spirit and in truth, whereby the true presence and power of God comes and renews me. Its always like that isnt it. The bustling life around us has us zipping in and out of our QT.. just like going to the toilet and doing whatever you need to and then resuming your normal life. Now HOW does that change you or refresh you? Yeah I agree with exams, you guard time with all your life. but God acknowledges the precious time you give to Him, all the more in the period of exams. =) yeah, trust me, God loves the sacrifices you make, and He'll definitely pour our a blessing so great you cant contain it! How often do we tarry, before the presence of God comes? What is the presence of God? Is it that goosebumpy feeling? or is it the fuzzy feeling? or isit the feeling when you tear/weep? Isit the shiver down your spine? They are signs of the Holy Spirit. BUT. the impt thing is. are you communing with God? Listen and discern the still small voice. dont EVER be deceived by Satan's voice. You'll know when you discover the things Satan says are not in the Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find Him at your secret place, dont be in your small weak tiny voice. Find a place where you can lift up your voice. Keep knocking. Until you have that familiar feeling in church, where there is communion. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then Mr S.A.tan, I've got my armour ready. I wont back down. He is on my side, and victory is His. So boldly i come, and hands off God's people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this entry has been irrelevant to most people, but its really something i want to say. please ignore this post if it dosent concern you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-114769961910224569?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/114769961910224569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=114769961910224569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/114769961910224569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/114769961910224569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/05/man-what-blessed-and-spirit-filled.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15971124.post-114726621192989591</id><published>2006-05-10T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T06:03:31.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tremendous 2 days at work so far! Nice boss, nice colleagues, pretty secretary... HAHHA YOU WISH FOR A PRETTY SECRETARY. Yeah.. I like my workplace! Its like not hostile at all.. the boss sits with his colleagues and chitchats with them like friends.. and haha. i sit infront of the boss. Its quite funny cos i was on MSN. and i got caught. and the boss was saying " MSN-ing ah? Haha relax lah.. I'm a cool boss!" COOLIO RIGHT! And and the colleagues!! BOUGHT ME LUNCH and BLANJAH-ED TAXI RIDE! How cool is that. hahah. but of course i paid for myself today (day2). wahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I would love to work there after uni or what. Its so relax-ed. =) And the way they do stuff are like so transparent. like when they argue they really argue like hell. Nothing is kept behind closed doors. Thank God for transparency. And today I got involved in a discussion! like in a huge conference room. hhhahhaha i sat at the BOSS'S seat. like. COOL. hoho. 4 words: I LOVE MY JOB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I will never take 52 from Jurong ever again. It takes 1 and a half hours, and  makes your butt hurt like crazy. PLUS the holy sacred essence of INDIA is enough to wake someone up from deep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. I LOOK FORWARD TO MY PAYCHECK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-114726621192989591?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/114726621192989591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=114726621192989591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/114726621192989591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/114726621192989591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/05/woohoo-tremendous-2-days-at-work-so.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15971124.post-114707090394445260</id><published>2006-05-07T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T23:48:23.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting work tmr! seems fun haha. work = money = more money for taiwan! Looking forward to going.. though havent asked parents yet.. waiting for the kairos moment. Then woohoo.. i shall bunk in with lk.. and we all shall have a fun exciting time at taiwan emerge. WOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passed FTT! No sweat dooode. Bring on the TP. oh and i ALMOST forgot to take my IC. The room didnt seem like an exam setting. More like a lan shop with no keyboards or mouses.. All touchscreen. aint that cool? (man im sounding like eldon) Oh well.. I've been in the same room before.. so not much thrill. AND i was determined not to let people laugh at me again.. esp after flunking evaluation thrice and passing on the fourth. No Way Hose.. Without a shatter of a doubt and sheer confidence I left the room very much happy. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing left.. Renew PDL. was at BBatok Westmall Post Office where i spend 10mins debating on which queue to join. The queue for special services (much shorter) and the normal queue.. which was like 89866846564684 metres long. at first i thought it was the special services queue. but then defected to the longer one after realising that renewing a PDL is not THAT special. And they have cute old aunties and uncles serving the people..how nice.. lol. no wonder the queue was so long. nevertheless.. they were nice people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.. I have just found out that.. im quite independent now.. except for getting a job. As in.. I make decisions and I know what I want.. All is going good. Which makes me feel uneasy. Which makes me wonder when is the mountain going down. Man. I wish it wont happen. But it has to, in order for me to be an overcomer, a scaler of new heights. Haha. I trust in You man.. You'll make ALL things work out for the good of Your will. Hee Hee.. Shant be afraid now. Shall carry on with boldness.. 1! 2! 3!~ YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was observing an Aussie.. oh nono. actually I cant make out the nationality.. lets just say an ang moh mother and her child.. yeah.. observing them on the train.. of course not THAT obvious.. The baby was like so cute.. probably 1 or 2 years old. Every time the baby cries.. the mom pacifies her with hugs... kisses.. fav toys.. or even with food. A Mother's Love.. how timely! Mother's Day this week. Man.. That scenario reminds me of Mary and Jesus.. Many a times parents can be so irritating, naggy, not understanding, etc.. But as they always say.. its for your own good. haha. i recall my rebellious days where discipline with brute force had like no effect on me.. even when I did my best to be a good son. Sigh haha. those days were a living hell.. but thank God as i look back.. I would've disciplined my kid that way as well given the same personality. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past 2 weeks atmosphere was good.. hehe. statisfactory for me. but i dont think we should stop here yeah? Keep on being hungry! dont wait till emerge to get pumped up! PHIL PRINGLE IS COMING. DONT WAIT. ASK YOUR FRIENDS NOW!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream of becoming a business man.&lt;br /&gt;Of becoming rich.&lt;br /&gt;Of becoming a strong annointed Man of God. actually make that God-Man&lt;br /&gt;Of becoming the head of a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's nice. A vision for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now thats what I can look forward to:&lt;em&gt; A Purpose-Driven Life Just as My Soul Prospers&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-114707090394445260?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/114707090394445260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=114707090394445260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/114707090394445260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/114707090394445260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/05/hi-world-starting-work-tmr-seems-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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-15971124.post-114611781768997120</id><published>2006-04-26T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T23:03:37.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright. After my first driving lesson, I have afew things to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  It "rocks" going down to Eunos from Bishan. The journey to the east = going to expo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Its a miracle I didnt crash the car, the instructor had emergency handbrakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The instructor is a mumbler! I cant understand his jokes and barely make out what he's saying. but nevertheless cute. I shall post up his picture if he lets me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  The car is like hyper sensitive. Step a little on the accelerator = go around the world in 80 secs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Im still quite cut out to be a driver. although had a NEAR accident. and stalled the car about 7 to 8 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  BUT I will NOT be a reckless driver like liangwei. eg. cut 4 lanes, drive thru exit barriers, sudden U-turns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Its fun to go out onto the road. Man. its better than Road Safety Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  AND MY INSTRUCTOR IS QUITE............PERV!  He showed me the Red Light District in Geylang. AND THEN HE ASKED ME IF I WENT THERE BEFORE FOR FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  The minute I entered the main road a police car tailgated me. (follow close behind) WAH LAO. can you like please give chance. my first day you know. I can imagine them laughing at the "L" plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  I am so gonna get my licence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-114611781768997120?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/114611781768997120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=114611781768997120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/114611781768997120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/114611781768997120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/04/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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-15971124.post-114587902708928228</id><published>2006-04-24T04:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T22:53:10.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Finally.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have passed my Final Theory Evaluation Test. Amazing journey I tell you. Me versus the Evil people who wanted to earn my munny by failing me with tough questions.&lt;br /&gt;*note: Passing mark is 90%*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 1 --&gt; 72% (of course lose lah. was playing DOTA the night before till 2am. where got time?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 2 --&gt; 76% (game over, dunno what happen, dont ask.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*didnt want to waste time so might as well launch a backlash*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 3 --&gt; 88% (wah lao! super sian la. went home feeling so sian. and of course the maluation wouldnt have been complete without LW, Wayne and Dixon laughing) *Almost WON. They had windwalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 4 (ie. today) --&gt; Took practice session before the evaluation. Did as many booklets as I could. 5 and a half in 45mins. HA! beat that. Then came THE Evaluation. 96%. GG. GAME OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rematch again 8th of May. I AM NOT GONNA LOSE. *esp after losing 3 times. shame shame* =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-114587902708928228?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/114587902708928228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=114587902708928228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/114587902708928228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/114587902708928228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/04/finally_24.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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-15971124.post-114571430092477844</id><published>2006-04-22T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T06:58:31.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Due to the encouragement from elliot, ( I didnt even know he reads my blog )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to try and blog more funnier posts. Although when I do deep thinking, it wont appeal to anyone, in fact if I myself read someone's deep thoughts, I'd be quite seeeee-yan too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, today, I shall ask the question of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where on earth are the strong Men?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have heard sisters saying this for umpteen times over the years. Since eons of years of ago. When I first became a core member in N209. When I came to N309. Even now when cells have multiplied and even I myself dunno who is in whose cell now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. It is a divine calling out there for all the men out there to step OUT. Which is one of the reasons that I posted the picture Angel's team painted for me in CSI: Singapore, of course I made afew additions. like the boat. ok fine. thats probably the ONLY addition. BUT. it still does not eliminate the very fact that lies before our very own eyes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Strong Christian Men are WANTED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;of course, Im not implying that all the sisters are desperate for them. neither am I implying that people in the gay churches need husbands. No doubt in the Word of God, that there are Women leaders that rose up (e.g. Ruth) . They were Women of Faith.. but God created Man, to have dominion over all the earth. And women were created out of Man. Men are the driving force of the society, the army, even in a household. Note: I am saying men. not boys. not guys.           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As I was worshiping Almighty God in cell group today. A verse struck me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titus 1:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For this reason I have left you into Crete, that you should set order in the things that are lacking, and appoint elders in the city that I have commanded you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God put it in another way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For this reason I have left you into Crete (N309), that you should set order in the things that are lacking, and appoint elders (leaders) in the city (cell group) that I have commanded you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe with all my heart. That there WILL be many guys that come out of their comfort zone. Will you be the one that says "Here I am, but send him!" It's true that I am going to be in the army in 8 Sept, but after me, who is going to fill the gap? Surely not Pauline who has already many people in her hands? I am not bragging, I am not arrogant of what I am doing. I just know that all these people, have been placed under me by godly leadership, and God shall direct me as I lead them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in cell group. We have only 15mins to worry, and dont worry. I still have plenty of time left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I find at least ONE guy that is willing to respond to serve God with all his heart, to love Him and His people, to be willing to be moulded? Step forward please. Your faith has rewarded you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight as close out this deepest burden of my heart, I challenge all the guys in N309 to step out and make a difference by taking your faith up into the supernatural level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending this post with another short quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Empty vessels make the MOST noise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever realise how bad it is to be an empty vessel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has no contents, no nothing. just air. How true isit that when we feel empty, dried out, that we look to God to fill us once again. That we need to scream, shout, and even yell to show our intense desire to be filled. Every Sunday, we get filled, but day by day, but if left alone, by the end of the week we'll be dry again. And its a vicious cycle to keep going through the same old thing again. And then the insides of the vessel goes through wear and tear, and we get tired out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why go through so much when we can be filled till we overflow every single day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys. or rather MEN. please pray pray and pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-114571430092477844?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/114571430092477844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=114571430092477844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/114571430092477844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/114571430092477844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/04/due-to-encouragement-from-elliot-i.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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-15971124.post-114464031048230211</id><published>2006-04-09T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T20:25:56.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top 3 Misconceptions about Yours Truly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. I like blue/black. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am only OKAY with it. My favourite colour is ORANGE. which explains the blogskin. The next best fav would be black though. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I like to exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT i LOVE SPORTS. To me, Sports does not equate to exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am not rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Couple of Stuff happened over the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tiff-Fenni's Birthday Party (Surprise!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;(krys's cousin called me the FAT FAT ONE! =( )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eldon left for Melbourne for Holiday =(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandpa's Death Anniversary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;(hilarious sight to see the uncles and aunties go out of tune)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Champions League @ Harbourfront&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-114464031048230211?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/114464031048230211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=114464031048230211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/114464031048230211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/114464031048230211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/04/top-3-misconceptions-about-yours-truly.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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-15971124.post-114403316119123911</id><published>2006-04-02T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T19:59:21.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;What Does it take to pluck a dream from the sky and make it happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;When in your career can you say, " Yes, this is truly success!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The above questions had me REALLY pondering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess you didnt expect me to be a deep thinker eh? haha.Others will be like :" What in the WORLD are YOU talking about?!?!?!" I wonder how many of you will stop and ponder with me too?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If not for the fallen, broken-down nature of the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If not for the sin that Adam made.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If not for Lucifer whose 7 I's caused him to be cast out of heaven.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would we have to be going through all that we are now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am destined for great things. I can do all things through Christ that strengthens me, physically, mentally, spiritually. I shall have a positive mindset that God will prosper me as i faithfully serve Him with the right attitude. I shall press on for the upward calling of God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faith is the substance of the things hoped for, evidence of the things UNSEEN.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shall be the head and not the tail, above and not beneath, and I lay my body on the altar as a living sacrifice. Crucify my flesh. Finish off the old man. Hands off evil spirits/demons. Get your stinking hands off me and n309. Be afraid. Be very afraid....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because THE breakthrough is COMING. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when it comes, I'll be the first to shout "Hallelujah!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-114403316119123911?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/114403316119123911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=114403316119123911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/114403316119123911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/114403316119123911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-does-it-take-to-pluck-dream-from.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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-15971124.post-114139102079915129</id><published>2006-03-03T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T05:03:40.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm neither a student, nor an NSman, nor employed. What am I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;ANS(as cleverly given by Liangwei) : A Freeloader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I thought it was rather funny at first. But on 2nd thought, its not.. haha. serious! I mean like, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FREELOADER&lt;/span&gt;. dot dot dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freeloader (noun) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a person who eats, drinks and lives off people.&lt;br /&gt;2. a person who does not contribute to success &amp; lives off others hard work.&lt;br /&gt;3. a person who is a society bug and makes no effort to do anything to make a difference in the working world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I cant help but agree that yeah it is true that I am a free loader for now. But not for long. Coz I am gonna make a difference in the world. Are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having graduated, apart from the knowledge I've gained from a wide spectrum of lecturers (you name it, i've got it),  I've got wonderful friends to appreciate and a new character. Haha. I know my results aint exceptionally good (you guys laugh at me for applying for uni), but I want to fulfil my dream. I also know you guys can also do it. Just a matter of if you want to or not.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, its time to chat, I'll do something you guys will like to hear about yourselves later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-114139102079915129?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/114139102079915129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=114139102079915129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/114139102079915129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/114139102079915129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-neither-student-nor-nsman-nor.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15971124.post-114119157946172191</id><published>2006-02-28T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T21:39:39.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a song that spurs me on.. powerful aint it? thanks to boonkiat who introduced this song.&lt;br /&gt;the immense dissatisfaction of stagnancy. the desire for a breakthrough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BELIEVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAY ON SUNDAY HOW MUCH I WANT REVIVAL&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEN ON MONDAY I CAN'T EVEN FIND MY BIBLE&lt;br /&gt;WHERE'S THE POW'R&lt;br /&gt;THE POW'R OF THE CROSS IN MY LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SICK OF PLAYING THE GAME OF RELIGION&lt;br /&gt;I'M TIRED OF LOSING MY REASON FOR LIVING&lt;br /&gt;WHERE'S THE POW'R&lt;br /&gt;THE POW'R OF THE CROSS IN MY LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT CONTENT JUST TO WALK THROUGH MY LIFE&lt;br /&gt;GIVIN' IN TO THE LIES &lt;br /&gt;WALKIN' IN COMPROMISES NOW&lt;br /&gt;WE CRY OUT AS A GENERATION THAT WAS LOST &lt;br /&gt;BUT NOW IS FOUND IN THE POW'R OF THE CROSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE BELIEVE IN YOU&lt;br /&gt;WE BELIEVE IN THE POW'R OF YOUR WORD &lt;br /&gt;AND ITS TRUTH &lt;br /&gt;WE BELIEVE IN YOU&lt;br /&gt;SO WE LAY DOWN OUR CAUSE &lt;br /&gt;THAT OUR CROSS MIGHT BE FOUND IN YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT SATISFIED DOING IT MY OWN WAY&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT SATISFIED TO ‘DO CHURCH' &lt;br /&gt;AND WALK AWAY, I'M NOT SATISFIED&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S NO LOVE IN MY LIFE BUT YOU&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT SATISFIED LIVING IN YESTERDAY'S HOUR&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT SATISFIED TO HAVE THE FORM&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOT THE POW'R, I'M NOT SATISFIED&lt;br /&gt;LORD, I AM CRUCIFIED IN YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-114119157946172191?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/114119157946172191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=114119157946172191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/114119157946172191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/114119157946172191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-song-that-spurs-me-on.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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-15971124.post-114096374350413614</id><published>2006-02-26T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T06:22:23.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Long Silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of time, billions of people were seated on a great plain before God's throne. Most shrank back from the brilliant light before them. But some groups near the front talked heatedly, not cringing with cringing shame - but with belligerence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can God judge us? How can He know about suffering?", snapped a pert young brunette. She ripped open a sleeve to reveal a tattooed number from a Nazi concentration camp. "We endured terror ... beatings ... torture ... death!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another group a Negro boy lowered his collar. "What about this?" he demanded, showing an ugly rope burn. "Lynched, for no crime but being black !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another crowd there was a pregnant schoolgirl with sullen eyes: "Why should I suffer?" she murmured. "It wasn't my fault."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far out across the plain were hundreds of such groups. Each had a complaint against God for the evil and suffering He had permitted in His world. How lucky God was to live in Heaven, where all was sweetness and light. Where there was no weeping or fear, no hunger or hatred. What did God know of all that man had been forced to endure in this world? For God leads a pretty sheltered life, they said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So each of these groups sent forth their leader, chosen because he had suffered the most. A Jew, a negro, a person from Hiroshima, a horribly deformed arthritic, a thalidomide child. In the centre of the vast plain, they consulted with each other. At last they were ready to present their case. It was rather clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before God could be qualified to be their judge, He must endure what they had endured. Their decision was that God should be sentenced to live on earth as a man. Let him be born a Jew. Let the legitimacy of his birth be doubted. Give him a work so difficult that even his family will think him out of his mind. Let him be betrayed by his closest friends. Let him face false charges, be tried by a prejudiced jury and convicted by a cowardly judge. Let him be tortured. At the last, let him see what it means to be terribly alone. Then let him die so there can be no doubt he died. Let there be a great host of witnesses to verify it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As each leader announced his portion of the sentence, loud murmurs of approval went up from the throng of people assembled. When the last had finished pronouncing sentence, there was a long silence. No one uttered a word. No one moved. For suddenly, all knew that God had already served His sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If God wasnt real, why would people talk about Him all over the world?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If God wasnt real, why would so many people worship Him?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If God wasnt real, why would people want to tell their family, friends, relatives about Jesus Christ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If God wasnt real, why would people confess that they love someone people cannot see?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some call it "brainwashing".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUT..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO. It is not. People make choices, and I'm sure I made the right choice the very day i stepped into the House of the Living God. My heart burdens for those who reject based on others choices. How can they miss the greatest decision of their life, based on others decision for that matter?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He Lives in Heaven. Forgive them, for they do not know what they do. I know that I'll fulfill the upward calling of my life, and I pray, that my friends will come to the saving grace of Christ.. to live a victorious, peace-filled life with you forever, and ever. =) Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-114096374350413614?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/114096374350413614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=114096374350413614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/114096374350413614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/114096374350413614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/02/long-silence-at-end-of-time-billions.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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-15971124.post-114049250251595023</id><published>2006-02-20T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T19:28:25.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;Just a few thoughts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Valentine's Day came and went.. heh. Crashed W309 and N109's combined event, Kawan Nite. Was supposed to help out with sound, deejay, etc. But ended up serving for the day. heh. oh well, beats sitting down doing nothing and playing songs. It was a night of plain sabotage and scandals. hahah. scandals in a joking way.. Boonkiat and Bro Kel tried matchmaking me. wahaha. Not the season yet bros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Was paired up with melissa (not sure if I got her name right) for this sphagetti game. 1 person bite on the end of the sphag stick and walk through an obstacle to the other end to pick from a bowl a way to walk back (eg.crawl on yr belly back). Naturally I got the worst. Carry the girl back. hahah. i was like. OH MAN. SHE'S HUGE. for her age.almost twice mich pay. actually no. make that victoria cos mich pay had another role. Nevertheless, my masculinity carried me through like a sheer professional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then came newspaper dancing. Here come's mich pay's real role. She was my partner!. Obviously it was so easy to win cos she was so small, cute, chubby,whatever vocab to describe a cute indian hamster. oh but one thing.. small dosent mean not heavy kay. (no pun intended).  We were practically the dancers of the night, and when I thought that the night was over.. there was another mass dance. after the entire thing.we were supposed to do the entire dance with all of the ppl looking on. Night of shame? Nah. Mich technically became my girlfriend for the night. but she's still calling me boyfriend. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now thats all for Kawan Night.. anyone wanna see pics pls go to &lt;a href="http://www.w309.blogspot.com"&gt;www.w309.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and click w309 pics. it includes the exclusive picture of me and mich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Process Control Exam's just over. I'm quite confident actually.. dont know why. Have a hunch i got most of it right. lol. And I realise that the technical terms are really related to life.Lets see how they relate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. The main objective of Process Control is to change the Manipulated Variable(MV) to move Process Variable (PV) to the Set Point (SP).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Im pretty sure that for all of us, God has a Set Point life for us. He wants us to live a life for Him, loving Him whole heartedly, loving people fervently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ideally, it would be best to follow the SP. But all processes are not perfect, and some deviate away from the SP. What then is MV? It is the situations that happen in our everyday lives. They shape us, and the way we react to such situations determine our character, our walk with God. Are you living your SP life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2.Why is Process Control so important?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In reactors, we have runaway reactions that can cause a pressure build-up, making the reactor an instant pressure cooker as well as an instant bomb. In compressors, we have surge/backflow that could wreck the internal parts of the compressor. Without it, how can we function properly? The Manual (Bible) and the Holy Spirit tells us how we should behave and live our lives. I certainly do not want my life to go up in flames or have my interns wrecked beyond repair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3. Integral windup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In Integral mode for a controller, there is bound to be a non-zero error that will occur. For that non-zero error, the controller cannot suppress it quick enough, so the error will accumulate in the controller. However. there is a solution, Anti-reset windup. This will prevent the non-zero error from increasing and bring the controller back to normal operating conditions by including external feedback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;No matter how much the human flesh errs and makes mistakes, God still loves us. I can testify for His goodness because I've been in pits of depression and discouragement, and now I am confident of what lies ahead of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;* These are just brief thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh well. MTO is next. My personal fav module. The lecturer's hot. haha. nah. it really is my fav module. other than EIC.(effective interpersonal communication)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-114049250251595023?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/114049250251595023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=114049250251595023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/114049250251595023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/114049250251595023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-few-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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-15971124.post-113922484006472108</id><published>2006-02-06T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T03:20:40.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CLS Dinner &amp; Dance 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;Hi everyone! After 2 days I've finally found some ounces of strength to blog about this wonderful event. Lots of eye candy, lots of fun, and definitely "lots" of food. HAHA. came straight from cell group.hopped onto uncle bao's cab.. and straightaway lots of nyah-ing about how handsome everyone was. bao dewei yc and myself. think uncle bao not happy cos we didnt say he was shuai. =( anyway. we went to the wrong swissotel. zz. supposed to be at merchant court.. and u know what.. it is I who said it was at stamford. HAHA. woo.. diam-ed&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;As usual.. the earliest to arrive.. explored around the place.. looking for the toilet to up the standard of handsome-ness. lol. and yc's new shoes already burned blisters on his hind foot. Then came the 3 girls: xuan, ulrica and siew.. all of us STUNNED. totally bian-ed.. shock-ed. no la. actually can already imagine what they wear.. heh. I think we must make late ppl pay compensation. waste time and money. sian. the easties were still at home when they reached. zzzzzzz&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;anyway..listing certain highlights of the evening..&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Mr Kong getting a lap dance...&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;Mr Kong dancing away like Chicken Little..&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;The team games which became table games.. (i.e. the person with the biggest belly + least hair + most chest hair)&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;The disappearing act of the food.. (amazing i tell you. 5 secs POOF. ALL GONE! *10 guys what*)&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;The similar dress worn by ulrica spotted..&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;The dancing session..&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;The fresh makeovers...&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;The good, the bad, the really really chou pics.. (like Derek's shocked face)&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;simply funny-ed.&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;oh well.. i dont mind going back there again.. LOL.&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;*those nt in my class interested to see the pics.. lemme know*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-113922484006472108?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/113922484006472108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=113922484006472108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/113922484006472108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/113922484006472108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/02/cls-dinner-dance-2006-hi-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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-15971124.post-113828034631932833</id><published>2006-01-26T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T04:59:06.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*ponders ponders ponders*... what to blog? what kind of message do I want to convey to the world? are blogs existing for the sake of existing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm if you ask me few years back in secondary school, I would say its a medium for feelings to be expressed outwardly.. its a "in" thing to show others "HEY! i got a blog, go check it out!" For that matter, I've seen various types of blogs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hEyA GUyS~!~! ScH wAs sOoOoO dUmB todAe, MrS XxXx wAs sOoo LoOooSEriSh.. i telL yA kaE, i wAs sHo BoRed dAt i wEnt to PuLL mOi fReNx pAntS dOwN dUriNG pE coZ hiS pAnTx wUz sHo LOwWWww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was such a boring day, came back showered, went to sleep, day done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so meaningless, (*&amp;)#&amp;amp;)@&amp;@)!(*@&amp;amp;!!&amp;$!)(&lt;a href="mailto:*@!&amp;amp;)$"&gt;*@!&amp;)$&lt;/a&gt;*!)@*)!*#&amp;amp; (a million and one explicitives)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! im fatter AGAIN. you know i lyk saw this gurl carrying this LV limited edition bag, so jealous of her.. Her eyelashes were soooo nicely done! gosh, im gonna get something like that too! I wonder how much  her dress costs.. must be a bomb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God.. I saw this guy along Heeren stretch. Goodness me he was so handsome I tell you.. I wanted to get his number but was too shy... Here's a pic of him.. &lt;pic&gt; (*hah and you girls thought i was gonna put a picture of a topless hunk? NO. derek.. no hunkies for you..) cute right? im so in love with him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only sit at a corner and watch them hold hands wherever they go, i wonder when i can do that. sigh. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, different blogs all have different emotions.. but yet none convey any useful messages to the person reading the blog. for example: why would anyone on the net come across your blog and read about what YOU do? At most, they can laugh at your jokes (if the entry is funny), and thats about it. Or maybe its a public showcase that you are angry or depressed. and curse words reflect on who you are.. to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teenage lifestyle is so so complicated.. 1 min you could be experiencing the time of your life, and the next, a living hell at home with parents..Every teen will deal with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Peer Pressure&lt;br /&gt;2.Parents (more freedom,more money, more time alone, "why-come-back-so-late-questioning..etc)&lt;br /&gt;3.Exam Stress&lt;br /&gt;4.Raging hormones&lt;br /&gt;5.Yearning to get into a BGR&lt;br /&gt;6.Wanting to be cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:7.@#$%"&gt;7.@#$%&lt;/a&gt;#@!&lt;br /&gt;8.Puberty&lt;br /&gt;9.Depression&lt;br /&gt;10.Emotion Management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I can think of, at least from my own experience. My last teen year, i've learnt so much from these experiences.. and I wish for others not to learn it the hard way. Oh well.. what has this gotta do with blogging... Everyone blogs about such mundane stuff.. I'd rather read abt someone's blog who can inspire. Im not saying mine can, but yeah, i aspire to inspire positively..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had a revelation about trees.. shall share next time, if i remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: Girl Guide cookies are NICE! (so random.haha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-113828034631932833?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/113828034631932833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=113828034631932833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/113828034631932833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/113828034631932833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/01/ponders-ponders-ponders.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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-15971124.post-113806677070592405</id><published>2006-01-23T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T17:39:30.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. Its Chinese New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song keeps ringing in my head....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here I am, standing infront of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A broken heart, an empty soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here I am, I am longing for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fill my cup, please fill it up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I bring to you an empty soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the brim, please fill it up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lay my life and make it whole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the brim, till it overflows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My cup runneth over,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My cup runneth over,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My cup runneth over,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My cup runneth over..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-113806677070592405?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/113806677070592405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=113806677070592405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/113806677070592405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/113806677070592405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/01/hmm_23.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15971124.post-113772065994895401</id><published>2006-01-19T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T17:30:59.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. can you believe its gonna be 1 month to graduation in less than 2 weeks time? hah. nah i cant believe it either. Polytechnic education has indeed made a significant impact in life, and i dont see why people should stereotype polytechnic students and deny them a chance to make it in a local university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back before i was year 1 i distinctively recall myself saying, "cos my papa want me to study" when asked the question "why did you come to SP". heh. actually it was more of an impromptu reason... i didnt know what was in store for me, but i knew that i knew i was doing the right thing. the people around me that i gradually came to love, the relaxed school environment that i accustomed with, and the pretty lecturers that come to teach. hahha! no la. actually not many. very few in fact.. eg. Tham-Bat Guat Suan. Do not be fazed by her name.. shes a mei ren YU ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semester by semester came and went and i enjoyed the entire course more and more.. the 8am practicals, the funkay suits for CPTC and micro-electronics, argh i couldnt ask for more.. Though my grades have been just average, managing Bs and Cs almost every semester, but i cannot deny that my attitude towards everything.. and &lt;em&gt;it just takes 1 experience with God to change an entire life..&lt;/em&gt; i dont agree with doing things on my own strength.. i know the imperfect human flesh will fail me, but &lt;em&gt;God never fails me,  he is faithful and I am the sheep of His pasture. His grace is more than enough for me, and His love never changes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so-so grateful for this bunch of classmates..i never thought it would be fun... i used to think why cant i be in 22, then my grades would be much better..but in life, what does a paper qualification mean? its nothing if your character is not there.Looking forward, i know my path is set for me.. i know my future and i shall press towards it..&lt;em&gt;my dreams and desires...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nostalgia is setting in, but its time to focus, and run towards the prize.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KwangHong Aziah Kenneth Baorong ChinSiang YongXuan YouChang SenHui Dewei Evangeline Josephine Derek Adzmin A.K.I.L. Farok Farhan SiewNoi JieTing Ulrica XiaoFen Frankie Charmaine Elmina MeiYi JinYi Samuel SoonMeng CjinNong Joel HongEn Alicia Lawrence Farhana Nadiah Wani WeiKian Eugene YongChiang AiLing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-113772065994895401?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/113772065994895401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=113772065994895401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/113772065994895401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/113772065994895401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/01/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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-15971124.post-113629294283225087</id><published>2006-01-03T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T04:55:42.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In school I have to be the best student I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home I have to be the best son I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To friends I have to love them the best I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With God, I dont have to be anything. =) and that, is truly liberty from everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Him so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-113629294283225087?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/113629294283225087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=113629294283225087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/113629294283225087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/113629294283225087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-school-i-have-to-be-best-student-i_03.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15971124.post-113614845037157909</id><published>2006-01-01T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T12:47:30.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy New Year everyone! Im probably the latest to wish everyone that cos its 4:23am on 2/1/06. Not my fault k. I almost got psycho-ed into downing champangne and red wine by my uncles and aunties. I cant hold liqour for nuts. and i dont like the taste.. yuck. whats so nice about it anyway, just makes you feel old and mature.. like "hey dude, im grown up man.." then again i dont understand how can it drown your sorrows. the hangover? nah. you still get THE headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i had this amazing countdown at the grand hyatt hotel.. had dinner at straits kitchen.. man, i wana go back there... the indian food blew me away..  btw. no one is allowed to have diet plans on new year's eve anyway. seriously, the food was so good. and the desserts.. whoa man.sinfully heavenly.. oh the irony. like sinful like sinful chocolate, yet feels like heaven. nyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got bloated after all that eating and decided to take pictures of everyone on the table..and for those who know me well enough, my phone has all the chou3 pictures of people. yeah.. my 1 min of laughter liangwei. anyways, i took a good picture for once with my oh-so-pretty cousin.. thats for once. At least i tried to pose. think Carlsberg commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to upload the pics so you can laugh together with me how stupid the people looked.. really funny. oh.. some includes me too. so really, even i cant stop laughing at myself. and so the 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 0 passed after 7865845357879764.01 years. Thankfully my parents didnt leave till 1.. the crowd had all cleared and there were no hooligans to horn at for them spraying at yr car. No perv banglas around either, they're supposedly still busy searching for their own friends in the dim lights of orchard. like hyde-turned-jekyll. miss that story.. shall look for it another time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*side note: the other 2 buggers are still sleeping while im up typing this entry. man its cold. @ friend's place doing FYP. fun right? fun...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. everyone's doing shout outs to others hahah. im too cranky now to do any, nyah. just a walking zombie right now. meanwhile i shall blog surf to check out if my name's there.. if not.. rah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-113614845037157909?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/113614845037157909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=113614845037157909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/113614845037157909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/113614845037157909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year-everyone-im-probably.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15971124.post-113551617178432000</id><published>2005-12-25T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T05:09:31.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Blessed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Christmas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;season&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh, and so it seems, that after all the giving and receiving, everything comes to and end, and the festive season seemed like it just begun. haha. after stressing the night before to write cards.. yeah, in the middle of my family's Christmas party, i finally completed cards to those whom i love. Gosh, it even went into the wee hours of the morning. and hence, i ALMOST couldnt wake up for service this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God Sally called me, haha, it was pouring like cats and dogs outside.. IT WAS SO SO TEMPTING TO SLEEP! but i made it anyway. and luckily i was just in time to cab down, if not i wouldnt have witnessed the Pay Ah Heng van. hahahhaa. amusing man. but oh well, people have their means of transport. everything seemed so smooth in the morning, probably cos of the rain. heh. Oh well, lemme recall what i received this Christmas morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From cheryn-ann and dixon - an FX creations wallet. its abit big, but nice! way to go guys. now thats what i call present, unlike another army guy who couldnt think of a better one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From gerald - a pair of ripcurl flip flops... at size 11! im size 9 lah boy. you're so so lucky it seems ok for me. if not, i'll make you go back and change. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the dearest krystle and tiffany * got to suck up abit lah. LOL* - Toffifee chocs from i dunno where, somewhere in europe. HAH. cant even recognise the language la. you are so determined to get me fat.....-ter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From meijia - a nice card! nice handwriting too, unlike some people. hahaha. unexpected but yeah i'll get you something girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Brandon - a Third Day CD. i know you dont know how that band sounds, but its nice. think something like Three Doors Down, Creed, Matchbox Twenty. yeah, that should give you a gist of the kind of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From LiangWei - a nice card! shant comment on the handwriting, cos i've seen it before. Nice message =) brothers for life! i shall not use the vouchers with LW. HAHHAA. act like Louis Vuitton (LV) and i will definately not look into the mirror and laugh at myself for 1 min. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Boon Kiat - a FILA top. hahha. man. i was abit too late on the bright red top. but i got it already. you rock ah boon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Emanual - Chocolate.. hahha. not cheapo la.. its the thought that counts. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Alex - Ferrero Roche. There goes my diet plan. Excuse to make me run right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Joanna Pay -  Snickers mini bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Michelle Pay - Snickers mini bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*MAN. i am so gonna get fat.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Chuan Yu - an MVP certificate. why did i have to get sucha lame present. but I LIKE. ahhaha. funny guy. thanks man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Michelle - an adidas tank top... sian.. no muscle to showw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Kevin - an Eminem greatest hits CD..curtain call one.. yeah though i dont really listen to rap, but thanks for the thought anyway.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunties and Uncles - big fat angpows.. hahaha. think i received about 200 bucks of angpow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, total blessings, i think i reaped about 1k plus worth of it.. including the money people owe me. and supposed to pay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm.. so now i have the upcoming Christmas Awards for today's presents..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most unique present: Chuan Yu's Cert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most long winded but good enough present: Liangwei's card + vouchers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most health-jepardizing present: Krystle and Tiffany's chocs. others that gave me chocs, you too ok. just that it wasnt as much as theirs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most embarrasing present: LengKian's ********* (winner of the worst present as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most practical present: Cheryn-Ann and Dixon's Wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's all folks, see you again next year for another exciting annual show! and remember, even if you have not won anything, you are still a winner for blessing me! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah im so tired. must. rest. now. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-113551617178432000?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/113551617178432000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=113551617178432000' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/113551617178432000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/113551617178432000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2005/12/very-very-very-blessed-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15971124.post-113497056112630060</id><published>2005-12-18T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T21:36:01.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I so happen to have time now to do this, so here goes my quite-a-long list of people and their medicine of ego boosters for the christmas season. *not in order of importance but by alphabetical order*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amoz- ah yes, my other half. true chemistry has transpired over the years. since day 1 when i was a noob, i am where i am thanks to you and of course alfred and don that trained me. never failed to enjoy the times when we played together. and of course, the lame jokes and dumb actions that would send us into an uproar. ever-so-polite-and-nice,  but yeaaa you are really a stunner when it comes to chords. rock on bro, we shall do paint the town red very very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anna- yo punk! hardly see you around these days.. rolly polly anna, ever so punkish ahah. like wassap punk.miss the days of bball.. and yr layups. LOL. congrats on rising up to the call, believe you'll be able to be a great cgl. I remember all the words of encouragement you gave me long long ago.. =) God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alex- thanks for all the encouragement for me to lose weight. nyah. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brandon- huh? what is yr name doing here? hahah kidding la. my dear boy boy. you're doing well, but experiment on new stuff more. dont keep playing the same strumming style and chords. its always good to exercise creativity. for all you know, you might just take the cell to a new breakthrough with the new chord progression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheryn-ann- YOU AH. so many things to write. happening year eh? always have each other yeah? im actually lazy to type liao. sian. tell u next time. ahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dixon-eh newb! dun get drunk la.. whole day drunk leh u. drink water also drunk. broad daylight dunno what u talking. lol. funny guy. nevertheless still like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gerald- my fav cg member..too much to say lah..you know the thoughts i think towards you.. continue to shine for God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;krystle- HUMPH. neighbours no more! haha.yes the whole house must be celebrating, and look! you even went to europe to celebrate! when you come back you have to take all the forfeits ok. I've been getting all the forfiets since you left. But then again, the forfeits werent that bad either. Noone can deny her of the drama-mama title, ever so ready to liven up the atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lengkian - hey army boy. yes i admit you have become fitter. wait till its my turn, we'll see who has the bigger muscle. ha!  you have been such a blessing to me, never failing to serve or be exploited, even when its so blatant. you always go out of yr way to help me, cook for me, book band practice, etc. hard to find a maid like that these days. saikang warrior forever! anything u treat ah! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liangwei - 1/3 of the existing team pork. one of my favourite guys at the moment. he can make me feel so happy, sometimes irritated, sometimes sian. a pool of vast emotion.He irritates by saying "forget means delibrately not bringing". He makes ppl sian. How? it is so so evident in his ego. lol. he always challenges me to level up, do new things. and thats the main reason why i like this guy. Strong in the Word and in spirit, i have a 100% losing streak to him in theological debates. nevertheless, i still love this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pauline- my current cgl. im not afraid to declare that i love her so much. it is because of her that my character has been shaped, moulded, transformed into a new creation. i've never regretted being discipled by her, allowing myself to be more and more like Him. shes been so patient with me, putting up with all the rubbish..setting aside the serious stuff, she brings love, joy and happiness wherever she goes....and its real funny when she whines. lol. nevertheless, whoever wins the best cgl of the year, you'll always be my best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun -been so touched by what she's doing in Hollywood and in the Asian region. I know this is controversial, and people may disagree with me that she's doing it for the money. But I've seen people touched by her love and care, and i can testify that its not about the money, but loving people fervently. Miss you Sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiffany- my other neighbour.. sigh. lazy to write liao. lol. next time la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-113497056112630060?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/113497056112630060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=113497056112630060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/113497056112630060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/113497056112630060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-so-happen-to-have-time-now-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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-15971124.post-113483786693707699</id><published>2005-12-17T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T08:44:26.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just a brief update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much at school, so little time.. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xmas is literally here.. guess i'll have to write cards due to building fund.. yeah sorry guys.. i wish i could get u guys something.. but it has been yet another great year going from glory to glory.. maybe i'll just write some stuff here to edify u guys if i got the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah it stinks to do work in the middle of xmas. of all seasons xmas season. nevertheless, my shephard shall lead me in my ways, and i believe i'll be able to complete everything in due time, and of course with excellence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now folks, stay tuned next week for some posts.. u may never know your name may be in it! =) Merry xmas and a happy new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-113483786693707699?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/113483786693707699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=113483786693707699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/113483786693707699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/113483786693707699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-brief-update.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15971124.post-113323343207804286</id><published>2005-11-28T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T19:03:52.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Making a little room for....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.... moving into Bishan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... moving to Expo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... moving into NS "Yes, Sir! No Sir! Permission to recover Sir!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body is aching. Feel as if i've been stretched so hard. Sometimes I feel as if I asked for it. Haha. Its gonna make me stronger and more mature anyway, so i'll go through this time.. Not easy, but yeah. I will. Gonna spend more time in serving Him in choir instead of n309.. sigh..abit reluctant. but my spirit is willing. argh. i so hate the carnal flesh. makes me so rigid that its so difficult to step out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its a good thing that I am. I really pray that n309 will still be strong, and when I come back that they would have grown and the presence of God is so much stronger. I hope brandon will be so so annointed in playing the guitar. I hope gerald will never lose the passion of soul winning. In fact I hope everyone will up another level, and not serve the same way when im back. And I wont be seeing the same faces either..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this while i've been praying for my heart, my spirit and mind to be changed and transformed, and I was wondering when.. i guess now is the time yeah.. =)  I'd give anything and everything to serve my destiny You've planned for me. Im so convinced that the vision You gave me will come to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like i'll be seeing n209ers more eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sacrifice has been made. Let the fire of passion consume it and bring a sweet aroma to the heavens. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-113323343207804286?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/113323343207804286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=113323343207804286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/113323343207804286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/113323343207804286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2005/11/making-little-room-for.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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-15971124.post-113177581650639573</id><published>2005-11-11T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T22:10:16.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>har looooooooooooooow................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. everyone's doing it. i guess i got no choice. but im actually quite boliao since its one of those rare saturdays where i dont have anything on today.. maybe i should fyp later. but stupid derek did it. josephine did it. siew siew did it. xuannifer did it. akil did it. dunno aziah did it anot. leave me out. so i must do. really bo liao. buang-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 random facts about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I cannot play allrandom. always request for RR if i dont get a hero i can use. makes stupid excuses to RR. but kicking router is a genuine reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I used to sing Jay songs very loudly when my neighbour was having O levels and she asked the maid to shut all the doors and windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Very often i succeed in making a fool out of myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I keep my sideburns to look like Luis Figo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am not rich.my father is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I cannot resist laughing at Farok's 50 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I cannot ice skate or roller blade. what a sight will it be. but i wish to go surfing. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things i plan to do before i die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Make a difference in the world and fulfilling my purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lead a happily married life with kids. NOT TOO MANY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Learn how to successfully go through every game without RR-ing. if not kenna BANNED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hope that Derek will stop being a sissy fart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Play truth and truth with everyone I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Telling loved ones how much I love them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things i cant do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I cant make my tongue touch my nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I cant enlarge my nostrils&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I cant resist shouting RR when I get a hero I cant use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I cant do enough pullups to pass my NAPFA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I still cant help laughing at Farok's 50 cents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I cant forget the happy memories people give me.those that make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I cant forget the people who make me who I am.. who disciple me and love me despite mistakes after mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things that scare me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Losing all my loved ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Losing my relationship with Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- God's judgement in the Last Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Being alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Getting into a fight with Ah bengs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Being unwittingly set up into committing crime/ being made scapegoat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Doing this dumb thing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 most important things in my room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My Devotional Journals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My Bible Study Books and Sermon Notes and Seminar Notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My Christian Related Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My Praise and Worship CDs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My Guitars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wallet + money, cards etc, phone, stuff people give me, pictures.(i still have the class board, or whatever u call that), clothes.( if not i'll be naked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 places i'll remember for life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-CHC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Places that bring back good memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Merawoods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Austrailia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 people who helped me grow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Boon Kiat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pauline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lengkian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Liangwei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pastor YK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Krystle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 people that touched my life when i first came to CHC:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Krystle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Maxim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Emmeline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Boon Kiat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cheryn Ann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Christine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 people that taught/inspired me to play guitar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Amoz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pastor YK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Christine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cheryn Ann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 people i'll love to see doing this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone i know. who cares about the 7 anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-113177581650639573?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/113177581650639573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=113177581650639573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/113177581650639573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/113177581650639573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2005/11/har-looooooooooooooow.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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-15971124.post-113055480731756961</id><published>2005-10-28T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T20:00:07.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the day You sent Jesus to die on the cross for our salvation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the day I first came to church...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the day I back slided from my methodist church...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the day I came back to You in CHC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the day I started having bible study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the day I started calling up for attendance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the day I started doing follow up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the day I started playing guitar for cell group...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the day I started giving bible study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the day I started inviting my friends to church...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the day I started to help out in events...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the day I played with the band...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the day I acted in cell group dramas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only conclude one thing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a bed of roses. It is near impossible that You remove setbacks from my life. Because that would make me  weak, gullible. Over the years, I have grown. And thought alot about my life, future and You. And how the people around me react towards me and my actions. But yet, i failed to consider how my parents felt toward me. Of course outwardly I display certain commendable qualities, yet they dont seem to see it. Or rather choose to believe that im still the same. Or even criticise church and cell group for inculcating "wrong" values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your child is sad, Father.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People may say that I am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Committed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah of course, you guys see me almost every week without fail serving at cell group, service, bs, pm, opm, events. Yet my parents fail to see church as more important. They just want quality time with family, relatives. Those in Christian families are just so blessed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Responsible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, at times maybe not, but I do make an effort to do stuff on time and to the best I know how.however at home, its just plain doing chores. and I get hell for not doing it. Im not a small kid anymore, Im 19 already. I know what needs to be done and what dosent need to be done. Stop comparing me with other kids.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uh yeah. outwardly I am if I want to. game for anything and everything. I often make alot of noise to brighten up the atmosphere but actually im a very emo person. I spend alot of time alone and keep to myself. I think alot which is why I often stone in buses or mrts. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouble-free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nah. thats nonsense. from above you can see what problems I have already. Im able to counsel, yet I cant counsel myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another major misconception about me. Im not rich. every cent of mine belongs to my dad. I long to provide for myself. Yet parents think im still having the childish mindset. You guys are so wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet You've seen through all these qualities already... maybe many more.. at least others have an insight of who I really am. At least I know my place in Your heart. At least I have Your Word. At least I have prayer. At least I can praise and worship. At least I can fast. Im just like a broken toy who needs repairing and I long for You to come and make me better than I was. I can never comprehend whats going on in my parents minds right now, yet I wish they would love me as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my mom would come and ask me what is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I wish my dad would ask me what am i thinking.&lt;br /&gt;I wish they could understand me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just a facade to show everyone we're a happy family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet others fail to see the cracks in my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, i wish for a rekindled family.&lt;br /&gt;I want my mom who used to joke, poke fun, laugh at my lame jokes, take me shopping, talk to me in the nights, wish me good luck for my exams.. I want her back!&lt;br /&gt;I want my dad who used to ask me hows school, hows my grades, how am i coping.. I want him back too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I am not posting for the whole world to sympathise with me or anything for that matter. I know You will bring me through. But life is just not a bed of roses. Even after the day of salvation. I admire those who have great relationships with parents. I dont. As much as I try to please them, its never good enough. Its as though they are blind. But im believing in a breakthrough even as i feel upset and depressed over recent comments and rantings and naggings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I shant brood over it, though I admit, the greatest discouragement comes from parents.I wont let it affect my spiritual walk, I shall let You comfort me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 40:11 -- Do not withhold your tender mercies from me O Lord, Let your loving kindness and your truth continually preserve me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love 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/15971124-113055480731756961?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/113055480731756961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=113055480731756961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/113055480731756961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/113055480731756961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2005/10/dear-god.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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-15971124.post-113040503326231353</id><published>2005-10-27T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T02:23:53.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fine! Laugh all you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all the sec sch and JC people have their 2 months of fun i have to finish up my last semester at poly. The chews are going to sydney, the liews are going to europe, who else? WHO?!?!? who is going away while i suffer? Come altogether now, point the INDEX finger at me *in case some other people dont know, its the second finger.* and laugh at the count of 3. ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LAUGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;aw comon. even if its not funny still laugh sacarstically. like ha. ha. ha. or something like that. im sure every one is lame enough to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what does it take to make a person laugh. like really laugh out loudly. i have a friend called derek that seldom laughs out loud unless its really funny. They say laughter is the best medicine, and yeah at times it is but sometimes a situation can be so devastating that you turn out crying when its a comedy you're watching. hmm. my class tutor last semester had this equation written on the whiteboard: Happiness = Money/Desire. and he wished to get 1million for retirement. and he wrote something that i casually laughed it off with my classmates when we looked for him :" Are you happy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. i guess i dont know if im happy. or if im dissatistfied with the way things are going at the moment..as the great matthew always says i always stone. but you cant expect me to roar with laughter all the time either.. maybe is that melancholic feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the feeling of being successful.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the feeling of being loved.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the feeling of being happy.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the feeling of being free and unrestricted.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the feeling of being who I am.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the feeling of being cared for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've experienced some of these feelings, yet lost them. and how i yearn to feel so again. maybe im right. im just plain dissatisfied from where i am. I need to take one more step further. To push for the breakthrough to the greener pastures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only then, will I really smile again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Im counting on You to take me to higher places*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱，很简单&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忘了是怎么开始&lt;br /&gt;也许就是对你一种感觉&lt;br /&gt;忽然间发现自己&lt;br /&gt;已深深爱上你 真的很简单&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱的地暗天黑都已无所谓&lt;br /&gt;是是非非无法抉择&lt;br /&gt;没有后悔 为爱日夜去跟随&lt;br /&gt;那个疯狂的人是我 喔～&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU 无法不爱著你 BABY 说你也爱我&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU 永远不愿意 BABY 失去你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不可能更快乐&lt;br /&gt;只要能在一起 做什么都可以&lt;br /&gt;虽然世界变个不停 用最真诚的心&lt;br /&gt;让爱变的简单&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU 我一直在这里 一直在爱你&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU(yes I do)永远都不放弃&lt;br /&gt;这爱的权利&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你还有一些困惑&lt;br /&gt;Oh No 请贴著我的心倾听&lt;br /&gt;听我说著爱你(yes I do)我爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know im really outdated, but its a really nice song. no strings attached.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-113040503326231353?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/113040503326231353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=113040503326231353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/113040503326231353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/113040503326231353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2005/10/fine-laugh-all-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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-15971124.post-112972599050688744</id><published>2005-10-19T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T05:46:30.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly is very very very bored stoning at home everyday. tv sleep comp, comp sleep tv, comp tv sleep, sleep comp tv. what's the difference? none, they are just plain permutations and combinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right and i managed to dig out a korean vcd windstruck. i watched it w liangwei jody and sherrie quite some time ago. in a cinema which there was noone but an old *presumably perv* man here to see noone but the female lead, Jeon Ji-Hyun. and of course she was stunning. gosh. *drools...* anyway, me and jody snuck somewhere else during the show leaving lw and sherrie to watch it together (a la couple style).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a typical korean romance show, whereby either sex gets dominance and the other being henpecked. this show however was what happened before my sassy girl. my gosh i teared. yes yes there u go, the sentimental side of me. The poor guy was so henpecked by the girl.. so funny.  but guess what. they fell in love.  how is that possible? after going thru all the nonsense, running around cuffed to the girl. how could the girl possibly love him. comon, the guy literally had to undergo physical torture. sadly, the guy never got to smooch the girl. the closest he every came to was kissing a red hot piece of wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how isit likened to God (the man, of course im not saying God is henpecked.)and us(the woman)? Initially it could be a forced relationship due to people asking you to come and u had no choice but to say yes.. however, inside, character has not changed much..after awhile you jus come for fun or maybe you're afraid of being bothered by people. unknowingly, He has been loving you all this while and yet time after time you reject Him. by the time you realise you love Him, its too late. the holy spirit has left. Pride has held you back from saying the dreadful "sorry" which is supposedly not in your dictionary. And now you're left pining for the lost love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. am i in love or what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-112972599050688744?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/112972599050688744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=112972599050688744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/112972599050688744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/112972599050688744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2005/10/hi-all.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15971124.post-112947786930496724</id><published>2005-10-16T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T04:58:55.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Most AMAZING Day I had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my goodness. Thank God. seriously. thank GOD in CAPS. i had cramps twice in 2 days. not tummy cramps. not the female type of cramps *dont be sick*. but leg calf cramps. to me its quite amazing i recovered so fast la.on fri night i was watching tv in a cleopatra position. serious! no kidding! and then i slept through the night on the couch. when i woke up at 6am in the morning my calf just cramped up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: AHH AHH AHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! PAIN PAIN PAIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;maid: whats wrong?&lt;br /&gt;me: LEG CRAMP AHHH PAIN CRAP!!!&lt;br /&gt;maid: put it down and rest ah (my leg was in a 90 degrees erect position)&lt;br /&gt;me: NO WAY I PUT IT DOWN IT WILL BE MORE PAIN LAHH&lt;br /&gt;maid: ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she leaves me in that state and does other stuff, leaving me writhing in pain and agony. some how i managed to hop to my room and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2nd time was even more hilarious. was playing soccer in an indoor hall at nus. i just scored a goal and attempted to kick chuan yu's butt. then the same right calf CRAMPED AGAIN. and i fell on the floor like a buffalo, sticking out that leg again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chuan yu: haha kick me la. i dont want to help u. your leg smelly&lt;br /&gt;me: AIYAH JUST HELP CAN. AT MOST STERILIZE YOUR HANDS&lt;br /&gt;*chuan yu helps*&lt;br /&gt;chuan yu: feeling better?&lt;br /&gt;me: NO... can u just move me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for that i got dragged half the length of the court we were playing in. and my butt definitely burned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How to be an instant millionaire:&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Lose your wallet at macdonald's&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Get a darn good lawyer like lengkian&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Sue macdonalds for their staff's negligience (or however you spelt it) or maybe dishonesty&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Win the court case and ask for compensation&lt;br /&gt;Step 5: Share with me your money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila~! ok thats the steps to take. i just hope macs dont sue me for this as defamatory. i luv their happy meals and ronald macdonald clown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as u might have guessed i lost my wallet at clementi macs. thank God someone returned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. why lengkian? cos he's entering into Law soon. muahahha. picture this scenario in the court session:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: the prosecutor may present his case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prosecutor (with the white wig aka lk): Your Honour, my client is sueing macdonalds for the lost wallet. i shall start of the case by asking the defendant some questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*moves onto the defendant*:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prosecutor: where were you on the night of 16th Oct 2005 at 745pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defendant (staff at clementi macs): err, working in macs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prosecutor: Were you aware that my client lost his wallet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defendant: NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prosecutor: sure anot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defendant: of course i was at the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prosecutor: SURE ANOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defendant: if you dont believe you can ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prosecutor: SURE ANOT SURE ANOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defendant: .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prosecutor: Your Honour i have finished asking my questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: Defendant, you may present your case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defendant:Thank you your Honour. The defendant has been accused misplacing his possessions. Apparently due to his own carelessness he has lost it. So it other words, IT IS NOT OUR PROBLEM! Furthermore, it is our company policy that our staff must be honest at all times. At the night when it happened, there were many people in the restaurant and anyone could have taken it! even so, it bring defamation if the case comes to light and if should business dip, the prosecutor will be sued in return. In addition, we had shortage of staff on that day as it was a sunday night, so probability rules out the possibility of our staff stealing it. It would be near impossible for the most alert of the alert staff to notice a wallet lying around anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prosecutor: SURE ANOT?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defendant: *stunned*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prosecuor: Your Honour, though the defendant has stated his case, by saying it is not their problem shows negligience. what if one of the macdonald's cooks accidentally spills detergent into the food and does not realise it. does that not show irresponsibility to the health of the customer? likewise, a wallet means so much to a person. The IC itself shows identity to the nation and the Cash is our livelihood. Loss of such items can cause depression and emotional hurt. Once an identity is lost, there is no sense of belonging to the country. and without finanaces, it is near impossible to survive in this high speed working world. Thank you, Your Honour, i have finished my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: has the jury come to a decision?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Representative from the jury whispers into the judges ear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murmurs in the court room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge *slams the hammer*: Silence! SILENCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: I have come to a decision to this feud. Macdonalds shall compensate the prosector 1million dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooo abit far fetched.   but yeah lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-112947786930496724?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/112947786930496724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=112947786930496724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/112947786930496724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/112947786930496724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2005/10/most-amazing-day-i-had-oh-my-goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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-15971124.post-112926461843310002</id><published>2005-10-13T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T21:36:58.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;As expected..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the previous entry drew the usual comments i hear from dear gerald and tiffany. what is wrong with you people! she said i was a shrek lookalike! so can u imagine im this green monstar with 2 antennas *did he have? im not sure* roaring at any animal coming near my hut in the middle of nowhere. and especially that irritating donkey crashing my house. and puss-in-boots who acts cute.wait, that was shrek 2. nononono im getting off topic here. the point is &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SHREK GOT  A CHIO WIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; well. i cant say the same for me though. i cant possibly model my life out of a green monstar who dosent even exist. *sulks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well the shrek is leaving hah. where is the farewell party. dont tell me its gonna be a cute little tea party with all the pink miniature furniture and the only ones attending it will be ragdoll, hello kitty, teddy and pound puppy. and lol, i'll be talking to myself and feeding everyone with invisble tea and plastic cookies. how crazy is that. no but serious. farewell party. to say thanks for being such a wonderful neighbour, or &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;GOOD RIDDANCE&lt;/span&gt;! muaahah. you know it deep down man.. deep down. but in any case, if you dont want me to leave.. you can come running out at the right moment when my dad's car leaves the guard house.. and a-la-movie-style i'll ask my dad to pull over and come out and meet you and you'll say "please stay!" but i really doubt you'll do it. oh well. i will accomplish one thing before i leave... put a cat in the house. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my life is approaching the crossroads now, moving house, final semester at poly, and EXPO! how nice to drive to expo. speaking of which i flunked my basic evaluation that i didnt study for. darn. nevermind... some ppl may not experience the benefit of me driving. speaking of driving. gerald and brandon can NOT drive cars. they were playing this ps2 game called crash burn or something. whoever crashes the most cars wins. yep so i forsee them as road hazards. my results are out on the 19th. *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;out of the comfort zone? i feel my heart says i shld stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is so difficult.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time flies. 3 years already. over the years we grew closer and closer. classic moments to be relived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most violent --&gt;  the smacking wars betweeen kwang yc and derek&lt;br /&gt;(but i wonder if lantern fighting and food fight was worse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most nervous --&gt; FYP balloting. dche 3b21 won 4-1 (owning! dominating! megakill!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most sian but interesting and fun --&gt; CPTC. who could ever forget the stupid furnace that kept tripping. the midnight movies. the problem solving. albas the trainer that learnt daidee in 1 hr. of course, he kept losing. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much has evolved over the years.&lt;br /&gt;i luv my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kwang hong-&lt;br /&gt;hi kwang kwang.. the first person i knew in sp. in irc summore. whahaha. very camera shy.everytime cannot take proper picture of him one. everytime win me. sian. im angry. furious. but he's super fun to be with.his lame jokes. racist jokes. funny actions.wahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;derek-&lt;br /&gt;umm. i didnt know he existed in year 1.lol.got to knw him better in year 2. anyone would have mistaken him for a gay. but he's not. he's just more feminine. yup strive hard boy. u can be a weilian on orchard road doing euphonium busking *quoted from akil* everytime go band. pon class chalet summore (actually i pon also). he writes in his DC language. has a DC guild. names his class DcClass cos DC is his name's initials. his shirts are really nice. (i wanna do it...AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN!!!! its fast, its fun, its exhilarating! the giant drop) not forgetting the batman shirt, and all the funny tops he wears to sch. oh remember the time on the cruise? nah i dont want to remember. my R(a) pic. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baorong-&lt;br /&gt;gambling king. anyhow also can win money. his house = las bao-gas casino. can play ban luck and mahjong. but for the faint hearted can play ps2. lol. last time he everything also bet. 4D toto soccer. now i think only soccer. always say he overall lose money.sometimes if you're nt careful he stare with u with his red eyes and u kenna liao. dont be intimidated by the diamond stud. fake one lor. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinsiang-&lt;br /&gt;yo yo yo mole.. most obvious feature = moles. can form a triangle. really. not joking. but he play ball quite pro. but lousier than me. post up lose already. i cannot take picture with him cos he's more chio than me. must take with derek. my fyp mate. everytime go mac late late dun wan let me stay. sian. next time must drive me home. i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youchang-&lt;br /&gt;HANDSOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! most shuai and the one with the hot bod. can use his tummy play the er hu isit? dunno pluck strings one.alot of ppl say he look like edison, brad pitt, shaun yue, tom cruise, allan wu,alot la. all the funny pattern come from him. shirt is USA made. OP promoter. future commando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dewei-&lt;br /&gt;raymond.. i wonder why he like raymond. maybe cos everybody loves raymond. he also luvs fish. can bowl quite well... got the *pok* sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farok-&lt;br /&gt;har la. mr 50cent not the rapper but u know what im talking about. mauhahahaa. u can never find him at night. can be night stalker already. he always eat monster meal bo jio lor. he is the only one who wants to smooch ............ lol end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farhan-&lt;br /&gt;ar lalalalallalalalaalaallalalalalallala isit time.cool guy. his phone has nice games man. we both love liang's lesson.muahahhhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akil-&lt;br /&gt;ok he really knows rui en's brother. i thought he bluff me. his sty really very big. and bulbous. jiwang king. stop julie-ing la.LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adzmin-&lt;br /&gt;the last of the 4 M's thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yongxuan-&lt;br /&gt;hi xuan xuan. xuan yong. miss han, miss creeps. we really chiong-ed for plant design.. ar la.another siao char bo. oh wait. siao ta bor.always hang out with us. kk. her dog seduced me. sian.grab my arm and dunno wad it doing. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siewnoi-&lt;br /&gt;hi siew siew. eh no its not hi its ellox~! from year 1 work alot sia. sian-ed. but she very funny. laugh alr cannot stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evangeline-&lt;br /&gt;quiet girl 86..but sian. top student of the class.ar la. her boyfriend can drive. oh and she never eats in school.not once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josephine-&lt;br /&gt;this girl ar. siao one. really crazy.nothing also say expert. but evan's rival lah. i cannot go register anything with her liao. take picture also laugh at me.sian. NOT FAIR WHY U PASS EVALUATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jieting-&lt;br /&gt;hello kitty girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ulrica-&lt;br /&gt;another crazy girl. change boyfriend dunno how many times.. now how many boyfriend liao ah. flush handphone down the toilet summore. LOL. please flush after you do business. the consequence may be costly. furious clubber. chiongster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senhui-&lt;br /&gt;uh nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, in memory of xiaofen. =(   yc. yr fault la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-112926461843310002?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/112926461843310002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=112926461843310002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/112926461843310002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/112926461843310002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2005/10/as-expected.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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-15971124.post-112901378628186489</id><published>2005-10-10T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T23:56:26.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Word in Season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yup. couple of days back i was having a thought in the back of my head asking the Holy Spirit: " what will it be like to be in a Godly relationship?" True enough in the sunday service, God delivered the answer on silver platter through Pst Robert Ekh. And of course us teenagers *darn the last year i can call myself a teen* enjoyed it much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Yeah i suppose teenage infatuations, thoughts of "finding THE one" often flood the minds of todays teens. i remember distinctively i was one such of a person. HAHA oh how i gossiped about who liked who. i guess most of you must be wondering what a sick person i am (I came from an all guys secondary school). of course, i couldnt help it at that point in time. and i didnt gossip about the gays in school LAH! was in scouts you see, and scouts mix with girl guides at campfires, so naturally thats where the female names pop up from.cedar girl's, crescent girls, mayflower sec, and many more.and in those days, it WAS fun to know who's got who as a girlfriend. and trust me, i had no experience in pick up lines.. especially the most famous :"&lt;br /&gt; hey, you look so so tired cos you've been running through my mind!" so you cld imagine what a loser i was with the female population.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yes i remember the times i used to try and act macho, and i DANCED in performance items that sends girls screaming their lungs out.and the adrenaline rush of shiok-ness.oh yes. i was fitter back then LOL. girls wld ask for numbers here and there. we'll be going out the next day lol. ok i know most wouldnt believe me, but please do. im quite good looking ya know. whooo. i miss my scouting days. but not my old self. anyway, i was what people would call teeko, or chee hong for that matter. quite desperate i must say. but then again, all that was useless as it failed to fill a void space in me. even after entering church i wouldnt say the flirtacious behaviour vanished totally. there were still crushes on whoever, and of course, with my gang of hillview people everyone had a crush on someone. well, except krystle. wasnt close to her back then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HAH. ok then over the years, commitment to God sank in and i hardly indulged in such "who crush who" business anymore. BUT! Pst Robert Ekh had to come along and give this sermon. I was like "HEY! YOU GOT MARRIED AT 18?!?!?! and 6 daughters and 1 SON?!" im already 19. -.- probably the conservative nature of singaporeans. comon, what about the baby bonus? apparently not effective enough to influence marriages sprouting all over spore. after army probably 22 and with a hot bod "Allan Wu" figure. LOL im joking okay. how about tay ping hui? waha. ok i'll get whacked by their female fans. and obviously excluding university education.by the time i'll be 25 26? darn what will i miss out? gerald getting attached? san da mei nu gt nan peng yous? the miracle of brandon chew growing tall? or brandon hanging out with chloe under the spreading tree with a tent as a small house. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;yeah and i was telling bro kel bk and lw that it wasnt the mating season yet. hah. truly no hurry. no hurry at all. but i wonder which silly girl wld wait so long.mmm. anyway. brandon shall not pick up girls at the P6 party. *no using the pick up lines i taught you* no buts! gerald shall not get attached until i do. (think that will be a long long time)  darn, why the lovey dovey mood. tiffany, not funny. gerald, not funny either. and LW, dont anyhow THINK. i know what you all are thinking at the back of my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;grow, grOW, GROW! not like tiny, but grow to be a strong man of God. i just might fly over to melbourne to enter university. wonder if pastor would approve.. oh well.*prays hard i'll get into NUS/NTU or something*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;that'll be all for this entry, gotta do something for my fyp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;p.s. i finished hairy porker and da harf blarded preeence- hairy and genie? wron and hur-mai-knee? lol. i cant wait for the nxt one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-112901378628186489?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/112901378628186489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=112901378628186489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/112901378628186489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/112901378628186489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2005/10/word-in-season-yup.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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-15971124.post-112801879059209206</id><published>2005-09-29T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T11:33:10.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok its that time of the semester again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope, its not exam time, ive just ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope, its not pms. for goodness sake im not a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope, its not dota time. not tonight 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its reflection time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well so much as happened in a span a 2 wks. getting discipled in the midst of exams, mugging night and day. oh for the record, i have spent 10 days in sch (mon -fri) from 9am to 5pm. STUDYING.that makes 80 hours. goodness. i could never clock that if it was a normal week. well. i just knew it wasnt my strength but His that brought me through the late nights. and of course the early mornings where in poly, 8am is EARLY. its quite a miracle if i manage to wake up at 6 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realise its a preference and a choice to people to decide what time they want to come to mug. but really. if my dad didnt throw me out of bed and shoo me off to school, i wouldnt have mugged so hard. thanks dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well,  it has ended on a high note, hopefully getting As this semester. if not. i'll push myself for it next semester.mark my words. I realise that im the playful type. but if i want to become a mugger nerd, of course i can be one, just have to crucify my flesh and do it. but the thing is. if circumstances do not require me to mug, i'll choose not to. how ill-disciplined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, there are things i wanna accomplish this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Finish up the Bible so i dont have to worry. But i might start again once i end.&lt;br /&gt;2. Read Ulf Ekman's A Life of Victory&lt;br /&gt;3. Read Edwin L. Cole's Strong Men in Tough Times. (Finish up)&lt;br /&gt;4. Read Hairy Porker and the Harf Blarded Preence.&lt;br /&gt;5. Go do my driving theory. and hopefully start on practical soon. *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;6. Find some way to improve my guitar playing.&lt;br /&gt;7. Meet up with acs i friends&lt;br /&gt;8. Finish Victorious Living.&lt;br /&gt;9. OH OF COURSE. LOSE SOME FREAKING WEIGHT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. the last point is supposed to be emphasised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. but im excited about driving though. wonder how it feels to blast Cross Album in the car. goodness surround sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh right, i forgot about my fyp. yes.. and of course i'll remember the hairless rambutans from dr soo. they rocked my world. think they'll rock yours. best fruit ive ever tasted in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rrealised this is a totally irrelevant entry. but its more of a personal reference of what im supposed to do. so bear with me until the next entry. i'll try to be more funny nxt time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-112801879059209206?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/112801879059209206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=112801879059209206' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/112801879059209206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/112801879059209206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2005/09/ok-its-that-time-of-semester-again.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15971124.post-112756698522683704</id><published>2005-09-24T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T06:03:05.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im done being childish. done being a kid. done sulking like a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am moving onto a new phase.&lt;br /&gt;prob wont indulge in blogging anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i realise im just like any other kid.&lt;br /&gt;but im not cos i have God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best for those having exams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-112756698522683704?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/112756698522683704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=112756698522683704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/112756698522683704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/112756698522683704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-done-being-childish.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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-15971124.post-112703344775487305</id><published>2005-09-18T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T01:50:47.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok lah, looks like i failed in my promise to blog an entry a day. wahahah. too lazy. too busy. mto driving me nuts. esp multi stage leaching. ARGH. never seem to get it. but whew.. thank God i got qaas and bio within my grasp. of course. the qaas doubts were answered by the 100 marks boy kwan yong. tsk. buay tahan him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anna always say i blog once in 3 months. got meh.. i think she dosent know that i have this new blog.hohoohohoho. ok no link. exam on tuesday. ends 29 sept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good.&lt;br /&gt;then.&lt;br /&gt;i.&lt;br /&gt;can.&lt;br /&gt;statisfy.&lt;br /&gt;my.&lt;br /&gt;longing.&lt;br /&gt;of.&lt;br /&gt;tonight.8.&lt;br /&gt;or.&lt;br /&gt;what.time.is.it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farhan dont laugh. i will be back. the revenge of the kp king. muahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving onto other funny things. fruitful time of studying in w323.while kwang derek cs left to do stuff, with the 4Ms br and me in the room........THE question of the questions arose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone except farok: eh br, ask farok the million dollar qn&lt;br /&gt;farhan: this qn harder than exam questions sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*serious faces*&lt;br /&gt;br: eh farok. who u choose to have a 1 night stand with?  * or @&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farok *exclaims*: WAH. CANNOT AH.. HOW TO CHOOSE.. SIAN LEH. * got 3 boobs and smelly breath, @ must cover face, sian leh can dont choose.cannot cannot. really cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;br: okokok dont 1 night stand, kiss only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farok *in deep serious though*:...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cant believe he's thinking about it-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;br: everyone choose already, all same answer. faster choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farok: ah ok la. i choose @ *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 min of silence. all stare at one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then cannon the cannon unleashed hysterical laughter that filled the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farok: eh why you laugh sia. only you laugh leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannon: u know what..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farok: what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannon: WE NEVER CHOOSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL BURST OUT INTO LAUGHTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sian leh. dunno how the rest hold their laughter for so long.like totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk sorry to others who dunno this joke, but its the hardest qn u'll find in any questionnaire or mcq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think thats all for the entry. time for ind bio + qaas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all my church friends...&lt;em&gt;should i be a cg leader? i feel the pull from Him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-112703344775487305?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/112703344775487305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=112703344775487305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/112703344775487305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/112703344775487305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2005/09/ok-lah-looks-like-i-failed-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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-15971124.post-112601202411984843</id><published>2005-09-06T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T06:07:04.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TOP 10 SIGNS TO SHOW THAT YOU ARE EXAM STRESS-ED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, this short production brings you 10 signs that show that you are stressed. Brought to you by Kenneth, Youchang, Yongxuan and last but not least, the main character, DEREK. Guest appearance by ChinSiang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, starting from &lt;strong&gt;No.10:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b241/eden-07/Image475.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sulk like Derek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No.9 and 8:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b241/eden-07/Image477.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to stuff in information when yr mind is full of D.O.T.A. "Tonight 8", "come", "what time isit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b241/eden-07/Image478.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek: do u know how i owned with CM? OWNING...MEGAKILL...MMMMMMmmmMONSTER KILL...GODLIKE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No.7:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b241/eden-07/Image474.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YouChang is stressed too. He's meditating. with his eyes open mind you. shh. do not disturb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No.6:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b241/eden-07/Image0501.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff yourself with lots and lots and lots of food like what Yongxuan is doing. goodness.. dosent she look like she's gonna bloat up any minute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No.5:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b241/eden-07/Image480.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so stressed that Derek wants to pull his hair out. *NO DONT BE BALD!* Chinsiang looks on in disbelief.. and thinks in his mind how handsome derek will be if hes bald.. and SMILES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No.4:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b241/eden-07/Image482.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wakes up from sleep* Huh? isit exam time already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No.3:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b241/eden-07/14432848419011l2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STARE AT THIS PICTURE VERY CAREFULLY. DO YOU SEE AN EXTRA FACE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;pls note that if you do, you are definitely stressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No.2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b241/eden-07/Image0191.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is me. I am celebrating my own birthday. Look! my KUEH LAPIS! sooo nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, but not least, the &lt;strong&gt;No.1&lt;/strong&gt; sign.. exclusively posed by Derek:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b241/eden-07/Image476.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going crazy, saying "BUANG LA BUANG LA.. DIE LAH DIE LAH DIE" and waves hands around in an hysterical manner. Just like Derek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we have come to the end of this issue of exam stress. If you need help, dial 1800-IAMSTRESSED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-112601202411984843?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/112601202411984843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=112601202411984843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/112601202411984843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/112601202411984843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2005/09/top-10-signs-to-show-that-you-are-exam.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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-15971124.post-112571989891429955</id><published>2005-09-02T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T21:05:37.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?!?!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*warning, if you have not taken dinner, pls do not read* Mature content. Seek parental consent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day.. i went into one of the toilets in campus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I SAW A BIG LUMP OF FAECES IN ONE OF THE CUBICLES.*imagine dinosaur's poo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont they know how to freaking flush the toilet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another incident was pretty similar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day... i went into one of the toilets in campus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I SAW 2 URINALS FILLED TO THE BRIM WITH *crysanthemum-drink-colour-but different smell* URINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;goodness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another incident was a combination of both:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day... i went into one of the toilets in campus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I SAW THE TOILET BOWL FILLED TO THE BRIM WITH FAECES, URINE AND TOILET PAPER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;faints&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you all puking? i guess not. wait till i post up the pictures. then the puking will begin.&lt;br /&gt;say hello to mr gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;show u a sample 1st. the urinals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b241/eden-07/Image464.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-112571989891429955?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/112571989891429955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=112571989891429955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/112571989891429955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/112571989891429955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-is-wrong-with-people-warning-if.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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-15971124.post-112551321381757336</id><published>2005-09-01T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T11:33:33.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I BEAT GERALD AT WINNING ELEVEN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;haha ok. i am abit over reacting.. in case for those who dont know who the heck gerald is. he's this darn irritating guy that sulks when you dont cook dinner for him, whines if he dosent get to play dota, merciless at winning eleven, speechless when i beat him in it. my goodness am i so gonna enjoy this entry. wahahaha. ok and i happen to spend quite alot of my time on this whimp at his house getting my big fat butt whooped by him  at practically every game *&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;except dota&lt;/span&gt;*.. leaving me a sad wreck when i leave the "clubhouse". *&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;i shall delay teaching him guitar LONGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;* or should i just irritate you with fen ni? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;However after what seemed like FOREVER. i &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;FINALLY &lt;/span&gt;beat him in a penalty shoot-out after scoring 2 goals in the dying secs in the prev match, and losing the subsequent P.K. shootout. IMAGINE THE AGONY. THE PAIN. THE HEARTBRAKE...umm no THE HEARTBREAK KID (i.e. HBK aka Showstopper). aiya lame. but nevertheless.. i countered his &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;AWFUL POWER RANGER SINGING&lt;/span&gt; with my trusty mp3, shutting out unnecessary disturbances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway saw amanda at the traffic light earlier, and alice was at kap. oh my goodness, i didnt even notice lah.. actually i did, but ACTED COOL. super funny.. like pretended to be engrossed in mugging for my bio quiz in like few hrs time.. yep.. i like bio. muahaha. but i hate the theory. so much chunks of words. so fat already, i'll burst if i take in more words. and then gerald + ashley came with their ny pri sch ppl. ashley has potential. once his parents get more liberal, HE'S FREE.i sound as if his parents are terrorising, over-protective tyrants. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I JUST REALISED SOMETHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tues- chat w gerald on msn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wed- go to gerald's place and beat him at winning eleven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thur- bs with gerald + shop for bday + shop for materials&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fri - gerald's house again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sat- seeing gerald at cell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sun- seeing gerald in church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ARGH GERALD WONG WHY MUST I SEE YOU EVERYDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Readers take note: I AM STRAIGHT. I DO NOT SPEND QUALITY TIME WITH GERALD. I AM NOT OBSESSED WITH GERALD. but i think he's obsessed with me. I AM NOT GAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;someone save me pleaseeee..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and today apparently is teachers day, yesterday was their half day. and im totally unaware of it. sigh,the exclusion of tertiary students. PROTEST. WE WANT HOLIDAY AS WELL. MATTHEW!! GO DEBATE FOR IT. I'LL SUPPORT YOU. DEFINITELY. but our teachers really rock. i have pics of them but i dont know how do i get them in this blog thing. i guess i shld get the book "Blogging for DUMMIES". but before that, why not get "LOSING WEIGHT FOR DUMMIES", better alternative, better effects, better outlook. but poorer future *getting whacked for being to handsome* Get the package now at $49.99! While Stocks last! Free aerobics dvd for the first 50 callers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's this car stopped by the roadside, guess it broke down on the expressway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fat guy trying to hitch a ride but no one's pulling over, even attempting to sell his skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This skinny guy pulled his car over and wanted to know if he could help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skinny guy: Yo dude, whazzap?&lt;br /&gt;Fat guy *with flu*:uhhh.. Yo, ya see ma car 'ere broke down.. guess id mait bee a flaat tire&lt;br /&gt;Skinny guy: dang, ya think ya gotta spare tyre?&lt;br /&gt;Fat guy: uhhh.. naw, wuz hoping ya had one&lt;br /&gt;Skinny guy: Ya sure?&lt;br /&gt;Fat guy: duhhh, dunchya suppose ya have one?&lt;br /&gt;Skinny guy: ya already have three on ya body dude&lt;br /&gt;Fat guy: ait,ya gettin me pissed 'ere&lt;br /&gt;Skinny guy: wowowow, hold it right there big fella, dunch want your oil spilling all over me might bounce off yr jelly man&lt;br /&gt;Fat guy: that's it brother, your gonna get it.&lt;br /&gt;Skinny guy: who's your brother man, i aint yr fat brother, yr momma's so fat, that she split her weight between you and your bro man.. yr papa's so fat, that he needs 3 belts to belt up his trousers dude..&lt;br /&gt;Fat guy:@#%&amp;*%^#!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*knocks the skinny guy out and drives his car away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you a person that recognises another's inadequacies and magnifies them for the whole world to see? or are you a poor victim. LIKE ME. under scrutiny of weighty issues. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh my, that was totally impromptu. i wanted to blog a FAT joke. nevermind.it turns out to be a reflective story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok back to sleep. waking up at 6 to mug bio again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, i pray i dont dream of gerald. let me dream of you, or my future wife, or my future job. anything, NOT GERALD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-112551321381757336?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/112551321381757336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=112551321381757336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/112551321381757336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/112551321381757336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-beat-gerald-at-winning-eleven-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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-15971124.post-112540478314882099</id><published>2005-08-30T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T05:26:23.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI everyone~..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i've ditched the old blog.. too dull, too plain, too lazy to update. this one's different.  i'll try to post as regularly as possible. really!! i'll try. but then again, can u hear something? mr exam is calling OUT MY NAME! "&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CANNON!! IM COMING!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*wow. got colour sia*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tdy is quite lonesome.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;are you lonesome tonight.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;actually thanks to plant design. making me accomplish a feat i never could any other day. sleeping at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5AM!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;almost stayed up to say bye bye to my sister going out for school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I AM ZOMBIE-FIED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yes and siewnoi is RIGHT! i nodd-ed in jin kai's class again. eh not bad. i agree with everything he says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am shocked i get highest for CSW test 2. considering the prev night i was &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;DOTA-ING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and only read through in the car ride to sch. ar la. nvm.. the ride home alone was so-so.. let my mind run wild.. from God, to church, to cell group.. to school work.. to exams.. to exam results.. to whether can I make it to the university or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a hunch my classmates will say &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;you ar? sure cannot lah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and then laugh at my stupid ambition. But i really think university life is within my grasp. despite all the nerds, competitive-ppl-who-are-so-kiasu-about-grades that will most prob take up most of the placings there, i think my attitude towards work outshines them in certain ways. Well, i've decided that if Waileng asks me during the interview &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;do you think your education results portray a fair reflection of you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'll definitely say no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course over the years in polytechnic, i've come to a realisation point that grades simply do not matter.. no wait. they do,but to a small extent. what does a distinction mean to you? does it mean that you thoroughly understand the subject or you cheat to get to it? I'm not targeting anyone, but a distinction to me represents what distinguishes YOU from the REST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, during CSW, what makes you stand out so much that the company/university will hire you/take you in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. i agree im a normal 19 yr old, nothing special, scores only Bs and Cs and occassional Ds in my whole polytechnic life. and OH, an A for character development. WOW. ok a recent event might let my other classmates think how immature i am. but deep down i do actually think about my next 50 years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to study in a university.. NUS/NTU.. NTU/NUS.. SMU? Nah SMU dosent have Chem Eng.  I wonder wad does He have instore for me, Melbourne Uni? I've heard it afew times, but i want a triple confirmation from you that it is your will. However you have given us freedom of choice.. ARGH.. whyyyyyyy.. tough decision man..if i go i'll prob miss the rest of emerge already. i'll be 25 when i come back. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i enter the workforce after slogging my butt out to lose weight for the nation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. that was meant to be a joke. but nevermind, im giggling to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sigh, the troubles of a 19 year old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time for the boys to become a men. in fact it should be long ago. Men shld have dominion.Male by birth, men by choice... hmmm leaving me to ponder, did some people choose the opp sex? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've said this once and i'd say it again :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:5&lt;br /&gt;So I said: "Woe is me, for I am undone! Because I am a man of unclean lips, And I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips; For my eyes have seen the King, The Lord of hosts."&lt;br /&gt;6:6&lt;br /&gt;Then one of the seraphim flew to me, having in his hand a &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;live coal&lt;/span&gt; which he had taken with the tongs from the altar.&lt;br /&gt;6:7&lt;br /&gt;And he touched my mouth with it, and said: "Behold, this has touched your lips; Your iniquity is taken away, And your sin purged."&lt;br /&gt;6:8&lt;br /&gt;Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying: "Whom shall I send, And who will go for Us?" Then I said, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Here am I! Send me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to give a 100%? I know i am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15971124-112540478314882099?l=kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/112540478314882099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15971124&amp;postID=112540478314882099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/112540478314882099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15971124/posts/default/112540478314882099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenneth-cannon-whatever.blogspot.com/2005/08/hi-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14591377347237731061</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>
