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Thursday 31 December 2009

pixels


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its the end of a whole year. the climax of the whole intercourse. the time we reflect on what we have gone through. the things we did. the people we came across. the wrongs we have committed.matters that is left unspoken. all in a rhetorical manner, comes back to us, one by one, floating aimlessly till it strikes us.

all this daily endeavours revolves around our interaction with people. face it, unless you are a hermit living unattached from the modern world for the greater goodness, chances are you would have dealt and manoeuvred yourself out of situations too delicate to discuss in public. i know i have. dealing with people have always been the greater concern with the public generally, except those few blessed souls whom can get away with anything. it all boils down to what do you want. at one point of time all of us are guilty of using someone to get what we want or reach to a certain level.

carefulness, seriousness. two imposters that go well together in a minute scale, sneaking into us when we least need it. use them wisely and they will be the aide from heaven, otherwise the destruction they import will never be known the cause. remember karma is as real as you and me. as you hike the success hill, never look past people as mere objects. you may never know what lies beneath them.

for me this year has brought a lot of things to the light. more tears have been shed compared the previous years. enough said, it did bring a few surprises that makes me strive on the current of globalization.

next year, will i be the same person? or can i still believe in what i believe? 2010, will it shine in the same resolution or will the pixels change? happy new year. be safe.


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Saturday 19 December 2009

the meaning of meanings

how often have we wondered the real intention of people? how many times have we raised an eyebrow on the motives behind peoples action? how many times we have done that to people? how many times have we gotten away by saying, I did not mean to say that? is it smart to slip away by saying, i did not mean it? ponder upon this, as i did, watching raindrops splatter the glass in a surreal motion, all at once bringing panic and striking me in aura of awe. 


will write more on this, soon.



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Tuesday 15 December 2009

random ramblings



A good read.  Superb article ..EVERY one should read and share with children.... .
Inspirational !  SHARE IT WITH CHILDREN
Power of Money, By Adam Khoo
( Singapore 's youngest millionaire at 26 yrs.)

Some of you may already know that I travel around the region pretty frequently, having to visit and conduct seminars at my offices in Malaysia , Indonesia , Thailand and Suzhou ( China ). I am in the airport almost every other week so I get to bump into many people who have attended my seminars or have read my books.

Recently, someone came up to me on a plane to KL and looked rather shockedHe asked, 'How come a millionaire like you is traveling economy?'  My reply was, 'That's why I am a millionaire. ' He still looked pretty confused.
This again confirms that greatest lie ever told about wealth(which I wrote about in my latest book 'Secrets of Self-Made Millionaires' ). Many people have been brainwashed to think that millionaires have to wear Gucci, Hugo BossRolex, and sit on first class in air travel. This is why so  many people never become rich because the moment that they earn more money, they think that it is only natural that they spend more, putting them back to square one.
The truth is that most self-made millionaires are frugal and only spend on what is necessary and of valueThat is why they are able to accumulate and multiply their wealth so much faster.
Over the last 7 years, I have saved about 80% of my income while today I save only about 60% (because I have my wife, mother in law, 2 maids, 2 kids, etc. to support).  Still, it is way above most people who save 10% of their income (if they are lucky).
I refuse to buy a first class ticket or to buy a $300 shirt because I think that it is a complete waste of money. However, I happily pay $1,300 to send my 2-year old daughter to Julia Gabriel Speech and Drama without thinking twice.
When I joined the YEO (Young Entrepreneur' s Orgn)a few years back (YEO) is an exclusive club open to those who are under 40 and make over $1m a year in their own business) I discovered that those who were self-made thought like me.  Many of them with net worth well over $5m,travelled economy class and some even drove Toyota 's and Nissans,not Audis, Mercs, BMWs.
I noticed that it was only those who never had to work hard to build their own wealth (there were also a few ministers' and tycoons' sons in the club) who spent like there was no tomorrow. Somehow, when you did not have to build everything from scratch, you do not really value money. This is precisely the reason why a family's wealth (no matter how much) rarely lasts past the third generation
Thank God my rich dad foresaw this terrible possibility and refused to give me a cent to start my business.
Then some people ask me, 'What is the point in making so much money if you don't enjoy it?' The thing is that I don't really find happiness in buying branded clothes, jewellery or sitting first class.  Even if buying something makes me happy it is only for a while, it does not last.
Material happiness never lasts, it just give you a quick fix. After a while you feel lousy again and have to buy the next thing which you think will make you happyI always think that if you need material things to make you happy, then you live a pretty sad and unfulfilled life..
Instead, what makes me happy is when I see my children laughing and playing and learning so fast. What makes me happy is when I see my companies and trainers reaching more and more people every year in so many more countries.
What makes me really happy is when I read all the emails about how my books and seminars have touched and inspired someone's life.
What makes me really happy is reading all your wonderful posts about how this blog is inspiring you. This happiness makes me feel really good for a long time, much much more than what a Rolex would do for me.


I think the point I want to put across is that happiness must come from doing your life's work (be it teaching, building homes, designing,trading, winning tournaments etc.) and the money that comes is only a by-productIf you hate what you are doing and rely on the money you earn to make you happy by buying stuff, then I think that you are living a life of meaninglessness.







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Sunday 13 December 2009

scratched shell


the shell is scratched. the defense mechanism is in question. no more amount of compensation seem to reason the block held up high all these years. planning just doesn't seem to make sense anymore. letting it loose seem to scare the daylights out of me. the very identity that brought me through all those hurdles, is about to be reformated. maybe. i lost many years due to a dark secret that i kept to my self for more then 8 years. how can i explain? or shall i just put medication to the scratches and move on, or break free from the ties that binded me? the memory started to haunt me back. i thought i let it go, forgotten it, but now, its back, and this time, i have to face it. i have to , cause the shell is scratched.  


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Saturday 12 December 2009

the comfort of strangers


last Thursday, i had a mock interview for an assignment to judge how prepared i am in facing the real world. i nailed it perfectly, even though i could not hide my nervousness.. when my lecturer asked me why i was extremely nervous, as i am a confident and articulate person, i replied the notion of being judged by people and having to please them to get marks, scared and made me disoriented for a moment. (+ an overdose of coffee overnight!) so i would not sound  not confident, i added up i am more comfortable with strangers then with people i know, in the case i was being judged.

at that point of time, i did not realized the depth of my statement, till i was riding back on lrt it strike me. talking with strangers have never been an issue for me. but making a point across to a person whom i know, well thats a whole different story.

i get comfortable with strangers easily. some may view it as a dangerous attribute, but i see it as a way of testing waters before plunging in. being friendly (or optimistic!) to the point of being annoying right at the first meeting is something i indulge at the spur of the moment. to many i'm a ridiculously  quiet person, but for the randomly select few, ( that includes u my dummy gummy bear!) i can be a whirlwind of spontaneity, insanity, creativity, and noise. judging from the amount of disbelieving stares i get when those who know me as the quiet sweet boy see me chattering away, i know im being my self. sounds confusing?  hahaha.. somethings are better twistted than staright forward

the norm of this society is, you have to be at the best of your behavior with unknown people, at the same time maintaining an amount of privacy, secrecy and courtesy. you can do all these without having to fake yourself right? but how many of us be ourself when interacting with new people , new surroundings, new culture? not many of us are grounded  and sincere in our daily endeavors , and yes, that includes, yours truly too. guilty as charged. yes, sometimes i have this unexplained urge to be sickly sugary and but that always flop glamorously at a point of trigger. with strangers, you are not obliged to impress them nor weasel your way with them. speaking of that, none of us are obliged to impress anyone actually. so why all the unnecessary drama?

i don't know. i seriously don't know. for one, you have to understand, as how unfamiliar you are to a stranger, that strange  you are to them. an unknown wonder. so address them  with the same level of comfort you would with any of you r friends, and trust me, even those who think they are superior among all, will know in order to be superior, you have to be inferior. so go out, explore and enjoy the world and life in comfort of your own pace. the comfort of strangers

p/s: someone told me that not to trust people easily, but the fact i trusted that person is enough than said. *wink*wink*



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Friday 11 December 2009

crossed


just when i thought i had a friend where i can be myself and share my life, the bond was shattered. for the first time in many years, i saw tears in my eyes. i never knew you had such an impact on me.  you misinterpreted what i said, but its my fault as well for being blatantly honest. today, you brought pain, and emptiness just as you brought happiness to my life all these days.. when  i said this will never work out, you defied it and challenged it will. guess i was rite. maybe we were never meant to be together. maybe our paths are never meant to be crossed. but why i cant say goodbye yet? adamant or just a blind hope things will alright back?



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cause and effect

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u killed me with your words.  tc 



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Sunday 6 December 2009

tough act

so much to write, so little time. maybe some other time. 
for now, lets hear the rave about the wave..^^




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Tuesday 1 December 2009

of oldies and and the gap


soon SPM ends and this marks the starting of the ending of school life for a whole new set of kids. this will most probably be the last time many of them will wear their uniform either with heads held up high or with sheer glee that soon they can discard it off. to those who worked hard all these times, and to those who did not, may the force be with you. do well and make everyone proud.

i still remember my SPM experience. i was a science stream student, and during my time, i was the second last batch that did the science and mathematics in malay language, so we had an extra subject called est, which stands for english for science and maths. so we had 10 subjects to study for. not enough with that, because my dear dear sister took  principles of accountings as an extra subject, i was forced by my  parents to take it up too. so the total count is 11.  those were the days. being a fifth former + prefect, with tuition only for my extra subject and another weekend classes that was more of a motivation, rather than a tuition class, i somehow pulled myself miraculously to achieve a very good grade. but the the process of it, well thats another story.

a story which i see my cousin brother go through again, for he is in the hot seat now. stress and pressure from parents. a whole mountain of it. form 5, a kid will be 17 years old, in the brink of young adulthood, with the hormones raging, and mind wondering, and a period where curiosity kills more than a cat, considering one has nine lives, thats something. personally, that was the time i found my self, who i am truly, what made me, well me and i came to realize the what i can do to make an impact on the society.

on a wondering note, the phrase let them do their mistakes is a bit under appreciated. generally no one likes making a mistake unless you are psychotic lunatic with a a twisted childhood, chances are anyone will avoid making one. why this notion? life should have bends and bumps and choices between the path less trodden rather than a straight long road. it gets boring. this raises another million dollar question, which mistakes are acceptable and which isn't? as weird as it sounds, some mistakes are actually builds character  and some deeds which are deemed as appropriate and all the sugar and spice well just destroys a persons character.

so parents, instead of just pushing your kids to be another miniature you character wise, give them space to well have sense of identity, but guide when they slide a tad too far from reality. after all a cut diamond is far more worth then a raw one. so let them have their bruises and downfall, but at the same time don't think whatever they do will lead to a downfall just because it was not the way it was done in your times.

kids nowadays have more at stake then those who grew up in the rocking seventies. peer pressure is way more evident now and hell yeah it starts more early then you could say boo. so give them what they deserve, a sense of respect, a sense of pride, a sense of trust, a sense of responsibility, but be there to knock some common sense when they get carried away. now how to draw the line to start knocking sense? that my parents, is your call to find out. bon voyage!


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