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    <title>Authentic Musings</title>
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    <description>Authentic Musings</description>
    <lastBuildDate>Fri, 08 Aug 2008 09:10:00 PDT</lastBuildDate>
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    <copyright>Copyright 2008.</copyright>
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      <title>Notice</title>
      <link>http://chriskok.blogdrive.com/archive/109.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Aug 2008 07:48:18 GMT</pubDate>
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       This blog shall be temporarily suspended. The author has decided to commit
his time to work, relationships and everything in between. As he has
discovered, blogging remains the luxury of students. However coming across
another student's post like &quot;I am so bored, *Screams* &quot; does
sometimes prompt the author to reminiscence about the good old days. 

    Future posts, if it should occur, would be work
related. The author would like to believe that his days of emotional banter are
finally over.


                                    
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      <title>All in?</title>
      <link>http://chriskok.blogdrive.com/archive/108.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 07 Jun 2008 17:54:26 GMT</pubDate>
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  My plams are sweaty, My vision blury,
  And yet to the rest of the world I seem no different at all,
  But underneath my calm and stoic expression,
  Logic and emotions colide,
  And just like the poker player, I sit and stare at my hand,
  Shall I go ALL IN???? 
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      <title>Random thoughts</title>
      <link>http://chriskok.blogdrive.com/archive/107.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 11:46:54 GMT</pubDate>
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Long ago, you told me to use my hands,
To fufill what's in my heart,
But I guess I didn't realise,
The time it takes for that to transpise,
I just  don't want to end up, 
Building castles in the sky,
I do, I still do,
Love you  more than life,
Maybe I just  haven't been; in love that much,
I hear stories, I see visions,
But what about the pespiration?
I'm done with wanting what others want, i just want what you want,
Is this a beautiful affliction? 
No matter the perception,
I'll still believe. 

 
  
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      <title>More changes</title>
      <link>http://chriskok.blogdrive.com/archive/106.html</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 21 Mar 2008 18:22:47 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>    
   The 2008 election results.
   And now Bear Stearns is gone.
   I find myself becoming increasingly unfamiliar with world we live in. 

 
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      <title>Change</title>
      <link>http://chriskok.blogdrive.com/archive/105.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2008 16:11:49 GMT</pubDate>
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Change. We make like it or we may hate it but yet it happens. And so much has changed in the past few months that I'm not even going to try to blog about about it. 
Just started work this week. And so begins my journey.

 I think I might stop blogging altogether. It remains the luxury of students I guess. So just call me out for a drink if you want to catch up. Old friends are always a joy to see. Provided I'm not chasing a deadline of course. 

Perhaps initially I felt lost in transition. Storms do test your faith, but when you know the author of your destiny, you can never be truly lost.... (more)</description>
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      <title>The Flip Side</title>
      <link>http://chriskok.blogdrive.com/archive/104.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 15:24:23 GMT</pubDate>
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  The flip side to every teary goodbye is the joyous reunion in the future......
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      <title>The boy who never wanted to grow up</title>
      <link>http://chriskok.blogdrive.com/archive/103.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 10 Feb 2008 18:54:54 GMT</pubDate>
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 The confusion is long gone. You no longer wake up not knowing where you are. It feels
familiar. Comfortable even. Like it always has been. And then it feels like you've never left at all. Except that, you have. And now you're all grown up. With responsibilities. With duties. But then again there's always a flip side to every coin. I'm free. Free to pursue my own dreams. Free to be my own man. Free to follow the adventures God has installed for me. 

Peter:
Forget them, Wendy. Forget them all. Come with me where you'll never, never have to worry about grown up things again. 


Wendy:... (more)</description>
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      <title>Relationships and business</title>
      <link>http://chriskok.blogdrive.com/archive/102.html</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Feb 2008 18:57:35 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Came across this while browsing the net. It's a bit dated but it still cracks me up. So for all you business people out there, go have a read. It's an ad from a paper in NYC. 

THE AD

 What am I doing wrong?
Okay, I知 tired of beating around the bush. I知 a beautiful

(spectacularly beautiful) 25 year old girl. I知 articulate and classy.

I知 not from New York . I知 looking to get married to a guy who makes at

least half a million a year. I know how that sounds, but keep in mind

that a million a year is middle class in New York City , so I don稚 think

I知 overreaching at all.
Are... (more)</description>
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      <title>Free</title>
      <link>http://chriskok.blogdrive.com/archive/101.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2007 17:04:57 GMT</pubDate>
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I don't believe that romance is dead. Because I know the author of romance isn't.

I don't care about the conditions I'm going to face in the future. I just care about your presence. 

I'm not worried about not having all the answers when people question me. Because I know the one who has all the answers.

I'm not bound to cynicism because of my past. Cause you're my savior. You have set me free forever. 




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      <title>A walk in remembrance</title>
      <link>http://chriskok.blogdrive.com/archive/100.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 22 Dec 2007 15:01:36 GMT</pubDate>
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    Bright orange light. Searing Heat.  And then for but a
moment, night becomes day.No sooner than it occurs, the flames burn out and darkness covers my vision
again. It's going to be a long walk home from Crown, I tell myself. But then again
what's the hurry?


   Thoughts filled my head as I walked along the Yarra River
amidst the brilliant display of pyro-techniques. Thoughts of all the things that
had happened this year. The good, the bad and the ugly. And just like the flames,
this year was spectacular. Yes. Spectacular but oh so fast. Over before I even
knew... (more)</description>
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