<?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-2367700522146977543</id><updated>2011-07-29T03:46:08.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3 Chocolates</title><subtitle type='html'>I write, I share, I hate, I love.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>K.Fung</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/Srs5lX5h8xI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_6pXfmg82Sk/S220/DSC01036.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367700522146977543.post-6808079778449011134</id><published>2009-10-29T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T22:06:57.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Langkawi Trip Part 1 :D</title><content type='html'>HO YEAH!! I went langkawi island like, a week ago. No doubt, it really worth the money we spent, with the girls of course. :) I'm uploading some photos, so yea let's seeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day was basically nothing, we gathered in school at 5.45pm and get on bus at 6 something. There's only 26 person who are going to the trip, so almost every student are sitting, lying on 2 seats, awesome!! We all basically listen to songs, eating to spend an hour before reaching KL Sentra, no one really talks cause each of us are seperate, far far away. Right after we got drop by, the whole team, carrying bags and run to the train cause it was a little late :P The whole running progress was pretty fun, you don't experience this everyday, so yeah! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train, the train is not good, at all. The foods are expensive, 5 bucks for some rice and it never worth it! I had some chocolate with me so it's not really a problem to skip my dinner. My friends bought some foods there, and eat in the small-stiffy canteen, and we talked, chitchatted. The toilet in the train, is soooooo small and you can't even turn around in the toilet. There's was a thing there, more like a board there, wrote, no pee/shit when the train stops. -_- i guess the pee/shits are drop down straight on the ground, that's why they don't allow us to pee/shit when the train stops, because they pee/shits will drop on the station, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the train, we played, gayed, talked, and it took around twelve hours to reach Kedah. :) The girls didn't really sleep, they only slept for 2 or 3 hours. But i sleep for 6 hours :D i guess i'm jus too good in sleeping. Meh, pictures are done uploading, here you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i310.photobucket.com/albums/kk438/EspadaFung/DSC00008.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone took this picture when we all are waiting in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i310.photobucket.com/albums/kk438/EspadaFung/DSC00022.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay time!! Wee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, there isn't many pictures for the first day, so i'll post more on the other days :) I'll post more tomorrow, be patient and wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367700522146977543-6808079778449011134?l=isharesecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6808079778449011134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/10/langkawi-trip-part-1-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/6808079778449011134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/6808079778449011134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/10/langkawi-trip-part-1-d.html' title='Langkawi Trip Part 1 :D'/><author><name>K.Fung</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/Srs5lX5h8xI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_6pXfmg82Sk/S220/DSC01036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367700522146977543.post-1135639128105589927</id><published>2009-10-29T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:40:39.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey yo macha!! Oh yes, i didn't update my blog posts for decades, so yea, why not update a few posts to keep you entertained? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, PMR is over, for like, 2 weeks ago. To be honest, the exams were easy, very easy *cough*iCheated*cough*! Well well, i did study every night during the exams. I did study for 8 hours for the freaking KH, from 9pm to 5am and i took some sleep before going to school and of course, i manage to score pretty well in it, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours later, it's mandarin time!! :D Honestly, i did a pretty-fine-okay-not-bad-job in paper 2, i wrote the chinese ink thingy (idk what it called) and yes, my shirt and bag have black spots of it, damn! Never mind, i'll just take it as an excuse to get new shirts for next year :) I don't really like long length shirts :P and for paper 1, i copied almost all 40 questions from KarWai. I guess the prays that i did really worked, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, PMR is over, and i guess i can get around 5As, let's hope so. I'm trying to get a job at myDin, i haven't call the OE of it, tomorrow, tomorrow :). Anyone who need a job too, try apply there, i heard from my mum they're recruiting around 3 workers. :D see ya around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367700522146977543-1135639128105589927?l=isharesecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/1135639128105589927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-yo-macha-oh-yes-i-didnt-update-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/1135639128105589927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/1135639128105589927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-yo-macha-oh-yes-i-didnt-update-my.html' title=''/><author><name>K.Fung</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/Srs5lX5h8xI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_6pXfmg82Sk/S220/DSC01036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367700522146977543.post-2626681006973681058</id><published>2009-10-15T15:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T15:50:30.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beep Beep!!</title><content type='html'>Hey pretty ladies out there, your gent is not gonna be around for the next 96 hours, so don't cry for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who know me, feel free to text me whenever you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who just finished their PMR exam, congratulations, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, i'll update my blog once i'm back. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367700522146977543-2626681006973681058?l=isharesecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/2626681006973681058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-pretty-ladies-out-there-your-gent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/2626681006973681058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/2626681006973681058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-pretty-ladies-out-there-your-gent.html' title='Beep Beep!!'/><author><name>K.Fung</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/Srs5lX5h8xI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_6pXfmg82Sk/S220/DSC01036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367700522146977543.post-4191024673374540242</id><published>2009-10-11T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T20:12:44.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fools;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is actually inspired by some fools that i know, who carpool with me, for the tuition thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so how the incident happened. The place where we tuition together is a school. The chairman of the school wanted us to wear our high school uniform, or sport shirts, and shoes that cover your foots, cause he thought that his school is a very holy place for study and no one should ever ruin it. So, i obeyed it. I wore sport shirt of school, and slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, a fool that i mentioned, wore PJ shirt and some kind of sandal that show his toes. The fool went to canteen to get some drink and he met the chairman, the chairman asked why isn't he in the class, and he replied the teacher wasn't in class. Then he got yelled for wearing sandal that show his toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 30.5 seconds the fool came in to class, the chairman stepped in and start shouting. He said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HOW MANY FUCKING TIME DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO WEAR SPORT SHIRT AND SHOES THAT COVER YOUR FOOTS?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;" and blablabla. He pointed at the fool and ask him if he understand what he said, the fool said yes. I didn't know what happened when the chairman came in, so me and my friends whispered to each other, start talking bout him like some auntie who like to gossip around :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when the tuition ended, my mum is the one who suppose to drive them back for that week. Once they stepped in the fool stepped in the car, he starts sharing his lil "wonderful" experiences to his foolish brother, two  girls, my mama and me. The foolish brothers keep talking how fucking stupid, idiotic is the chairman. They even said he wanted to wear sandal next week, just to challenge the chairman. His brother said he's gonna scratch the chairman's blue honda civic with some shit, and the funniest part is my mum even dared him to do so, i was laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How stupid can a human being? Challenge the most powerful man in his own castle? Scratching the most powerful man's car when there are couple CCTV around? Oh please, do they even thought of the consequences? I believe in Karma, what goes around comes around. The chairman can suspend you from the tuition, and you can get fined thousands bucks or even jail for scratching his car. How the fuck can a person be dumb as the brothers are? Even if they're just joking, trying to show how tough they are, it's still a stupid act of fools. When you talk, at least use the brain for just one second. They look like fools from a side viewer. My mum and i talked about the fools when they got out from the car, how can they be as immature as they are when they're same/older than me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peoples are getting really dumb and arrogance these days, think twice before you speak, cause what you do, what you speak defines who you are, and the brothers i mentioned are some pathetic, idiotic, moronic, fools. May God bless them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367700522146977543-4191024673374540242?l=isharesecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4191024673374540242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/10/fools.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/4191024673374540242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/4191024673374540242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/10/fools.html' title='Fools;'/><author><name>K.Fung</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/Srs5lX5h8xI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_6pXfmg82Sk/S220/DSC01036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367700522146977543.post-5321693188470026611</id><published>2009-10-01T18:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T19:19:52.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrows from the cupid, geez.</title><content type='html'>Alright, PMR is getting real close. There's only like 6 or 7 more days before i enter the battlefield. So this might be my last posts before 13th of October, 2009. To people who miss me, continue missing me, to people for love me, go on what you're doing, to people who hate me, go fuck yourself alright? Alright cool, so let's get started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love makes you feel happy for her words, exciting for her every move, passion for her every love, cherish for every moment you had and have with her, delight for every jokes she made, crazy for her, and tear for every hurting words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the past fifteen years of my life, spent 7 months and a week to find out a fact, a truth, that only the one you love, you care, you like hurts you most. For those who ever fall in love, hurting words from your lover's mouth, they make you feel like they're tearing your chest apart, grabbing out your heart and stab on it. Those who never feel that  kind of pain, ever, sorry to break your little tiny soul, that you and your ex or current girlfriends are just some kind of puppy loves, some kind of extra-friend relationships, but not loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a short story of mine. When i was a kid, i had some kind of "like" feeling to a girl. I don't want my friends to find out who i liked, so i lied to them i like another girl. Eventually, day after day passed, and i lied and lied until the day i left both of the girls. Same thing happen these days, i like a girl, but she has no feelings at all to me and i lied to myself i don't like her, and i will forget about her. I hate lies, and i don't really lie much, not to her, not to anyone else anymore now. I decided, to stop lying and just continue like her, smile and pretend to be friends forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a quote, keep spinning in my mind, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ignorance is your best defense, your lovers are your greatest enemies who break through all defenses of yours, who usually are the one who hurts you most.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367700522146977543-5321693188470026611?l=isharesecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/5321693188470026611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/10/arrows-from-cupid-geez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/5321693188470026611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/5321693188470026611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/10/arrows-from-cupid-geez.html' title='Arrows from the cupid, geez.'/><author><name>K.Fung</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/Srs5lX5h8xI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_6pXfmg82Sk/S220/DSC01036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367700522146977543.post-1170962926883135396</id><published>2009-09-29T18:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T01:35:37.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kanye or Taylor?</title><content type='html'>Searched for songs, and the lyrics just spin around my mind, keep on repeating. I like some deep songs, with great lyrics, such as "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;goes around comes around&lt;/span&gt;" by Justin, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dead and gone&lt;/span&gt;" by T.I and so much more. Songs calm down my mind, soul. Whenever i wanna write a post, on this blog, i'll listen to Fray's song, such as "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never say never&lt;/span&gt;", simple lyrics, yet make me happy mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of song, it reminds me the incident that happened at VMA, about mister West and miss Swift. Is what Kanye West said true? Kanye said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yo Taylor, i'm really happy for you. I'ma let you finish but Beyonce had best video of all time.&lt;/span&gt;" Then he just left off the stage. I know he was rude, but he apologized for crashing the party and he had some alcohol before the VMA starts. Afterall, think about it again. It's rude but what he said are all true. Kanye writes lyrics, he's a producer and also a rap/hip hop singer, but who is taylor swift? we barely know her a year ago, just because being new doesn't mean that she deserves the award right? I'm not a big fan for taylor or beyonce, but beyonce obviously had the best video of all time and she really deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never liked taylor's songs. I remember, i saw some ten or eleven girls hang around in the canteen and start singing "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;romeo takes me somewhere we can be along, blablabla&lt;/span&gt;" and i was like, geez what the hell? and i ran off. -__- Friends of mine said she's hot, she's a beauty. Does being beauty makes her able to sing better than beyonce? Beyonce's hot too, and she sings better, much better. But again, think again, is taylor really pretty? I never liked her, not even once. She looks beautiful in the music video of love story, only if you cover her face with your tumb. I don't like her eyebrows, and her eyes too, she reminds me some old nanny, full of conspiration and tryna tryna seperate her son and her daughter-in-law. I hate her hair too, way too curly. I prefer straight hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, those above has nothing to do with personal attack except for the appearance discussion, they are just some of my little comment to the incident that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little song for you, and i love the quote, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she used to be the sweetest girl&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bivNdNjeaz4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bivNdNjeaz4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367700522146977543-1170962926883135396?l=isharesecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/1170962926883135396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/kanye-or-taylor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/1170962926883135396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/1170962926883135396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/kanye-or-taylor.html' title='Kanye or Taylor?'/><author><name>K.Fung</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/Srs5lX5h8xI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_6pXfmg82Sk/S220/DSC01036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367700522146977543.post-917709767139467184</id><published>2009-09-27T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T03:34:39.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 years later?</title><content type='html'>Ever imagine where will you be after 10 years? Ever imagine what would you do after 10 years? After 10 years, life is no longer a game for you to play with, it's no longer a show for you to watch. It'll be a war, for you to gain the states, or lose parts of yours. You'll be starved for victory, you'll do whatever it takes to win the trophy. Sometimes, it even costs your humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 25 years old at 10 years later. After college, i'll be a soldier of the war, and i'll start fighting. 10 years later, i might still sit in front of my computer but with different view. I'll probably start some online trading business. Or, i'll sit in some office, dealing with different kind of people, and start thinking for the next 10 years, where will i be again. In the office of the chairman? Or driving cab somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously i've no idea who i'll be in the next 10 years. Mum suggests me to become an engineer. Dad suggests me to be someone who earn tens of thousands of bucks monthly and my eldest sister suggests me to learn to earn money through the internet. The fact is, i earned my first twelve hundreds bucks, and spent it on my phone and gave the rest to my mum. But seriously, i don't know who should i be. Bill gates? George Washington? Brad Pitt? I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel that diploma, knowledge that you gain now is no longer needed in the next 20 years. What the community needed is professionals with experiences. No some brat with specs, holding tons of diplomas, wearing some cheap shirts interviewing, but someone with sharp mouth, know what they're doing, wearing suits, the pros. Look at Thomas Edison, he skipped classes, but still became one of the greatest man on the earth. The path to success isn't diplomas, but know to use every chances,lucks you had, and the dedication to your work. Work smart, not work hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lost, confuse, to my future, my "real" life. I need some guides, a fire to lighten me, to show me where should i go. Anyone with good suggestions, feel free to drop a few words at the box located on your right side. :) Link and follow me. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367700522146977543-917709767139467184?l=isharesecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/917709767139467184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/10-years-later.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/917709767139467184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/917709767139467184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/10-years-later.html' title='10 years later?'/><author><name>K.Fung</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/Srs5lX5h8xI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_6pXfmg82Sk/S220/DSC01036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367700522146977543.post-5344101668261176492</id><published>2009-09-25T01:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T02:08:39.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes wishes!</title><content type='html'>SHIT, i think i'm fat cause i eat couple omega eggs every morning for over a month. @_@ Well, actually i'm saving fat because you won't grow "bigger", if you work out without fats. So, here's some of my plan after i finished my PMR and my high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langkawi trip, well of course langkawi trip :D. The trip starts once the PMR's over, and i'm really excited to fill up my fridge with beers and chocolates. That's basically my buddy's plan, get wild after PMR. For those who's going for the trip, we're gonna live at homestay, which is pretty suck cause i thought i was expecting some hotel with bathtub, :D I still remember what i did with my friends with the bathtub in Singapore, man it was fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a girl, well i actually like someone now, but i don't think it's my time to get a girl yet, since she's taken. I know, you must had watch some movies/shows and the character always says "I'm happy as long as she's happy with her lover". That's not bullshit at all, but the fact is, how many human on the earth able to do so? Letting go? It's not as easy as we thought. Gah, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dye my hair!! YES YES YES!! I'm gonna dye my hair, change my hairstyle once i get to college. I'm gonna dye dark brown, and be a brunette handsome :D My mum always says that once you dye your hair, you'll never dye your hair again cause it's killing your hair! But well, who cares? My sisters, both sisters dyed their hair, and it's kinda a "tradition" for a good brother to follow, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a laptop!! I'm gonna get a laptop with powerful spec since every college student needs a laptop with them. My eldest sister got her Toshiba laptop, and it's really cool, window XP with modified OS skin. Second sister with her new, shiny, black HP, Pavilion laptop, Window Vista, 4GB ram, quad core, pure stunning!! Me? a shitty destop with only 512mb ram. It's 5 years old and for computer, 5 years old is like 100 years old for human life span. You can just get a hammer and smash on you, no one will care. -_- I want a laptop with Window 7 and 4GB ram above! :D (well only if you know what i'm talking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piercing? Tattoo? Well, i'm gonna get three piercings once PMR ends, two on left ear and one on right. I had piercing but i'm a basketball player, and my ear bleed every time i play rough game and so i let it cover. Tattoos, wasn't really sure about this but i will probably get some, on my back, or arm, i'm just not sure what to tattoo, :P Call me a bad boy, whatever you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haa, i've really really lot wishes once i'ma adult. Getting a new watch, getting new boots, getting new car... blablabla, and they probably cost me thousands of bucks. Meh, donate to meh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367700522146977543-5344101668261176492?l=isharesecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/5344101668261176492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/shit-i-think-im-fat-cause-i-eat-couple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/5344101668261176492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/5344101668261176492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/shit-i-think-im-fat-cause-i-eat-couple.html' title='Wishes wishes!'/><author><name>K.Fung</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/Srs5lX5h8xI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_6pXfmg82Sk/S220/DSC01036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367700522146977543.post-1490770311103694872</id><published>2009-09-24T20:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T21:13:41.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday MUM!!</title><content type='html'>Today's not really a normal day, because it's my beloved mum's birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i had couple glasses of drink and fell asleep for hours and woke up at 12pm. After lunch, my mum brought me and my sister for a haircut, at a saloon named Vibes, Subang Perdana. Well i actually took some picture, :) so here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/SrtuqCb7OkI/AAAAAAAAABg/Rdfkt-McVyg/s1600-h/DSC01036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/SrtuqCb7OkI/AAAAAAAAABg/Rdfkt-McVyg/s320/DSC01036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385019447939119682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;before haircut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/SrtvEGRA1AI/AAAAAAAAABo/VodtVHdEAAs/s1600-h/DSC01043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/SrtvEGRA1AI/AAAAAAAAABo/VodtVHdEAAs/s320/DSC01043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385019895643689986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having haircut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/SrtvQBjhO6I/AAAAAAAAABw/_NIjYqWXQdg/s1600-h/DSC01040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/SrtvQBjhO6I/AAAAAAAAABw/_NIjYqWXQdg/s320/DSC01040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385020100537564066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After haircut, while my sister was going to have her haircut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/SrtvfqLSTKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ejQoHaONO0s/s1600-h/DSC01049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/SrtvfqLSTKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ejQoHaONO0s/s320/DSC01049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385020369139813538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stupid sisters :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hah, that's all for the hour we spent in the saloon. Then i went to basketball court and there's only like 3 of them playing there. We can't really start a game with 4 peoples. So i just sit there and text with some girl -_- and back home at around 7.25 to have my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S LAMB CHOP!!! Well, before we start eating, me and my sisters sang the song "Happy Birthday" to my mum (my dad back to Penang) and she's happy, but she didn't show it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, today is a normal but special day, gah, i don't feel to write anymore. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367700522146977543-1490770311103694872?l=isharesecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/1490770311103694872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-mum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/1490770311103694872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/1490770311103694872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-mum.html' title='Happy Birthday MUM!!'/><author><name>K.Fung</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/Srs5lX5h8xI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_6pXfmg82Sk/S220/DSC01036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/SrtuqCb7OkI/AAAAAAAAABg/Rdfkt-McVyg/s72-c/DSC01036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367700522146977543.post-6787842930352921081</id><published>2009-09-23T12:32:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:54:19.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New game discovered, Dramas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PART ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's getting tense and boring these days. PMR's coming, day by day yet i'm not really ready for 5 As as what i promised my mum. I'm gonna study sej, geo and kh in 2 weeks, possible right? Anyway my dad's at hospital getting his meds, mum's cooking and sisters are slacking around the sofa and that's pathetic, :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i found some new online games, worth a try. I need something to cheer my life up since it's so boring these days, and i probably gonna stick to this game after PMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some screen shots of the game&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/SrmlyDgZ5tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mJYwMU98Sy8/s1600-h/Dragonica09092123441900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/SrmlyDgZ5tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mJYwMU98Sy8/s320/Dragonica09092123441900.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384517108851402450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/SrmmF5XxxoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jjgz1_9seqE/s1600-h/Dragonica09092123450901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/SrmmF5XxxoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jjgz1_9seqE/s320/Dragonica09092123450901.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384517449728247426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/Srmm89Y-gJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/g1yDMyrapcM/s1600-h/Dragonica09092123553902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/Srmm89Y-gJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/g1yDMyrapcM/s320/Dragonica09092123553902.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384518395699822738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who like to play the game, feel free to download at http://dragonica.iahgames.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, lazy to upload more pictures. :P Anyway, who's going to the Langkawi trip? I'm saving money to buy cheap beers and chocolates there, :D heard that it's really cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LINK ME FROM YOUR BLOG, :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PART TWO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family has a tradition, which is we all have to eat together on the dining table whenever my dad's around. Since my dad left to Penang Island last march, i'm really grateful cause i can eat alone in front of the computer and don't have to eat together with my eldest sister and my dad. You can call me no life, but whatever, just suit yourself. Whenever we eat together, dramas happen, lots of dramas. And today, it happened again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having lunch with family, on the dining table of course, and my eldest sister started a stupid conversation which is she said she hates to be in this home cause my younger sister will bother her every single moment, and it's very true cause i feel the same. Sooner, later, the drama starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister said something about her friend, a guy who is short and my sister can't wear heels with him. Then chit-chat continue until the chat related to my mum, and suddenly my mum yell at her for bring her into the conversation and claim that my sister said something that mum didn't do. They argue hardcore, and both parties are wrong, from the view of third party. My mum, i don't really say this often but why can't she just stop yelling for just one second? Whenever they have conversations, they end it up with argument. My mum seems to can't just let the opponent "win".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of the drama end when my sister left the table, once my sister left, my mum did a stupid victory face. Gosh, give me a break. My mum even whisper me and said my sister has a bad mouth, talks about hate being with us. My mum's right bout this, she has a bad mouth but i agree with my sister as well, i hate being with her either. Sometimes, people keeps talk bad about other while they didn't notice they are as bad as them whenever they start talking bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the other half of the short drama begin, my dad. I guess he's in bad mood as i am, and start putting the blames on me like the what he did before, plenty times. He said, "Fung, why didn't you read the newspaper?(in a fierce tone) You seem to lost connection to the social.(oh i smell sarcastic)" I guess my dad just forgot the biggest new source on the world is just right in front of me, the Internet. Meh, i don't give a damn, people makes mistakes and they blame the younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family's bitching these days, and though there's only like a week in a year that i'll eat with all of the family members on the dining table, but i don't feel like eating/being with them anymore. I just can't feel the family, not at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367700522146977543-6787842930352921081?l=isharesecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6787842930352921081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-game-discovered-woah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/6787842930352921081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/6787842930352921081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-game-discovered-woah.html' title='New game discovered, Dramas!'/><author><name>K.Fung</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/Srs5lX5h8xI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_6pXfmg82Sk/S220/DSC01036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/SrmlyDgZ5tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mJYwMU98Sy8/s72-c/Dragonica09092123441900.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367700522146977543.post-8653878950183923659</id><published>2009-09-22T11:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T12:06:40.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Hate, Anger, Sadness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been single for awhile,&lt;br /&gt;and now frozen heart's melting;&lt;br /&gt;I loved but i failed,&lt;br /&gt;nothing's gonna change this time;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely, friendly, caring,&lt;br /&gt;that's all she got;&lt;br /&gt;Hate, revenge, bitching,&lt;br /&gt;that's not who she is;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now her heart's taken,&lt;br /&gt;by a gent who deserves her;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could, i can,&lt;br /&gt;look after her, just once;&lt;br /&gt;My heart's breaking,&lt;br /&gt;piece by piece, falling;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the pieces, smile,&lt;br /&gt;pretend to be friends, forever;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's gonna be the same,&lt;br /&gt;while my heart is freezing again;&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I hope, I suggest,&lt;br /&gt;people wouldn't ask who she is;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm gonna bury my love to her,&lt;br /&gt;into my heart, deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Written with love, hate, anger, sadness of K.Fung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367700522146977543-8653878950183923659?l=isharesecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8653878950183923659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-been-single-for-awhile-and-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/8653878950183923659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/8653878950183923659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-been-single-for-awhile-and-now.html' title='Love, Hate, Anger, Sadness'/><author><name>K.Fung</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/Srs5lX5h8xI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_6pXfmg82Sk/S220/DSC01036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367700522146977543.post-7294632794433867133</id><published>2009-09-19T20:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T23:45:10.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random topic :)</title><content type='html'>BOO!!! My dad's back for the raya holiday, and my sister went Singapore for the blog competition. I was going to ask for her camera so that i can take some pretty pictures and upload them here :D&lt;br /&gt;Well, i guess i'll have to wait for her, probably in a few days. My dad, he came back two days ago and he yell at me for more than three times, good time. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can't find any good topic to post it here, so i'll just start a random topic, which is Africa. When someone mention the word Africa, the things that pop out in my mind are, African (duh), diamonds, desert, cactus and prostitution and AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never actually went there, so it's not really for me to judge. But i watched some movies, videos bout Africa and all i can see are kids with big stomach (some kind of disease, my science suck :X),  women and men lining up for foods, in some kind of camp. Other than that, there's also wars, and yellow-brownish sands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Africa, such a great place with rich resources, diamond, oil, natural gases but why are their places ruined? Wars are everywhere, but most of them are brothers fights, they fight for the right to get resources, and peoples die because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support legal diamond, don't buy the illegal diamonds that cause the wars. :P I don't know what to write anymore, i'll write more when i got the ideas :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367700522146977543-7294632794433867133?l=isharesecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/7294632794433867133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/boo-my-dads-back-for-raya-holiday-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/7294632794433867133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/7294632794433867133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/boo-my-dads-back-for-raya-holiday-and.html' title='Random topic :)'/><author><name>K.Fung</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/Srs5lX5h8xI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_6pXfmg82Sk/S220/DSC01036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367700522146977543.post-8119865548162495118</id><published>2009-09-16T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T15:45:44.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshines :)  ; Studying?</title><content type='html'>Life is getting better and better these days. My mum isn't as sick as she was anymore, i got 100 for maths and 93 for science, my mum allowed me to join the Langkawi island trip,  i kicked dvan's ass and lots more good stuffs happened around me. Now, i would like to ask God to achieve my dreams which are getting a good result for PMR and getting a GF :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, skip the craps. Here's some of my opinion about studying. I believe there's some of you thought that, why are we studying? Is studying really guarantee our future? What we studied, do they really useful to us? Some of us study to get a high score in exam; Some of us study to please our parents; Some of us study for our own good, but everything really worth it? worth studying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer is yes, we should study and it worth it. You score high marks and get a good result; you study and you can please your parents, make them happy; you study for your own good and it's self explained. No matter what's the reason we study, there's always a goal that will be achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we studying so many subjects, math, science, geographic, history, languages? When we grow up, we don't really need them anymore. Anything we learned can be search easily on the Internet, and most of what we studied is a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though those are some reasons for us not study, but i still think that studying can change our life, change us. We don't study to score high marks, we study to learn logic, to learn smart, to learn knowledge so that in the future, our path to success wouldn't be too many interferences. We wouldn't got cheated by jackasses, we wouldn't be misled by other, we learn to be mature, learn to avoid things and that's the point for studying, be smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although 99% percent of what we studied wouldn't be used in the future, but there's still 1 percent left for us to build our path. We learn to draw so that we can become an artist, an architect; we learn biology so that we wouldn't kill people when we healing other as a doctor; we learn life skill (kemahiran hidup) so we can change bulbs at our own. Most of the things we learned may be a waste, but there's still a small part of it can make our life better, brighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be a little sarcastic for me to say such things, but honestly i still think we should study. So yeah, i should grab my books very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367700522146977543-8119865548162495118?l=isharesecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8119865548162495118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunshines-studying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/8119865548162495118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/8119865548162495118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunshines-studying.html' title='Sunshines :)  ; Studying?'/><author><name>K.Fung</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/Srs5lX5h8xI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_6pXfmg82Sk/S220/DSC01036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367700522146977543.post-5413288069910855671</id><published>2009-09-15T16:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:24:09.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends or Family?</title><content type='html'>I have a weird question spinning in my mind from time to time : Which will you choose, between your family and your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My choice is my family, and maybe that's the reason why my friends are lesser than everyone else in the world. We lose and we gain and we lose, that's what a dear friend of mine said. We will lose friends someday, and we will gain new friends in the other day. But family? they can never be replaced. You can't have new parents, new sister or new brother unless your parents give birth to them of course. What a friend do, your family can do too. You can share with them, and they would never betray you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl that i know, she shared with me that she'll never tell her secrets to her mum, her parents or any of her family members. Here, i would like to give her some suggestions, there's a first time for everything, why not just share a very little secret of yours with your family? If he/she can't keep the secret, then just find another one to share with, it's not really hard to try to get along with family. A little secret of mine to tell, my sister do ask me to lend her some money when she really needs it, and i'll do the same to her when i need to. I guess after all that's what family is for, to share, to depend on, to care, to love, to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that i hate friends, i do have some friends, a few and i love them. Friends are important too. My friends, though they might be jackasses who like to shame you in front of the one you like, do something stupids on you, prank you, angry with you, ignore you, but those acts are because they care about you and for those people who i hate, who i ignore basically are people who i don't care, i don't help them even when fire's burning on them. Friends, we get along to them easily because friends are about same age as you, but the same age of physical don't mean that they are same age as you mentally. I do have maturity and childishness in my bones, but that doesn't mean that i can't get more friends. As long as i tried, i believe someday i can get true friends who will be by your side all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are temporary for a certain people, they wouldn't age with you forever and when you get to work, you'll know new friends and forgot about the past, at least that's me. But family, they will be by your side all the time. When you form a new family someday, you'll have more people to talk to, more people to care to, and they'll be with you until the death came to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends or family? When death ask you such a question, I wonder which side will you pick, friends or family to lose? Tough choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367700522146977543-5413288069910855671?l=isharesecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/5413288069910855671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/friends-or-family.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/5413288069910855671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/5413288069910855671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/friends-or-family.html' title='Friends or Family?'/><author><name>K.Fung</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/Srs5lX5h8xI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_6pXfmg82Sk/S220/DSC01036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367700522146977543.post-5256706572672884023</id><published>2009-09-14T19:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:37:31.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession, sorry.</title><content type='html'>Here's some of my deep apologizes to pretty humans, who were, are close to me. I guess it's time to say something, so that i won't regret when i missed that chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grandpa&lt;/span&gt;, sorry for what i'd done when i was still a kid, i still remember my mistakes that make you anry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;, sorry for not loving you as much as you loved me, as in other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mum&lt;/span&gt;, sorry for leaving house works for you to do, i knew i could have done better to make your days better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wan Ting&lt;/span&gt;, my eldest sister, sorry for every secrets about you that i'd told mum cause you were an ass to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wan Qi&lt;/span&gt;, my favorite sister, sorry for every word that had came out from my mouth, every vulgarities that i didn't meant it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wan Hui&lt;/span&gt;, my lil sister, Sorry for the jokes that i'd made, sorry for hurting you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WeiMing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, sorry for the fights that i'd pick on you, sorry for ignorance to your lame jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZiKent&lt;/span&gt;, sorry for ignoring you when you're giving some honest thoughts and i know it was for my own good, i just simply can't accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WaitKit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, sorry for the every ignorance to your piercing words, sorry for every words that start with a "b" from my mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrisha&lt;/span&gt;, sorry for the days before. I know it was not your fault that make me mad at you, sorry for being unreasonable. That was a unhappy yet stupid face of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damira&lt;/span&gt;, sorry for not aware of you, i didn't do it on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Denice&lt;/span&gt;, sorry whatever i did that break your heart, sorry for every word that pierced through your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yiling&lt;/span&gt;, sorry for the word that hurt you, sorry for the pencil case that i threw to you, sorry for every silly mistakes of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muzen&lt;/span&gt;, sorry for the incident that happened today, we all knew she's an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to everyone that i'd hurt, sorry for everything bad that i've done, sorry for you, being humiliate by me, truly sorry and i mean every word, every single letter that i'd typed. Things have being really hard for me these days, probably cause me unbalance of hormones and did something stupid to all my dearest peoples.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367700522146977543-5256706572672884023?l=isharesecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/5256706572672884023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/confession-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/5256706572672884023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/5256706572672884023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/confession-sorry.html' title='Confession, sorry.'/><author><name>K.Fung</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/Srs5lX5h8xI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_6pXfmg82Sk/S220/DSC01036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367700522146977543.post-614774430317969692</id><published>2009-09-13T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:29:11.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Series? love'em all!!</title><content type='html'>I love American TV series. Well, i love them cause they're always hot chicks in every episode, storyline that only genius can think of, conspirations and it's just pure awesomeness!! So, i'm here to post my thoughts to every American TV series that i'd watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prison Break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tv series is just awesome!! The comspiration of the bad asses to set up the main character, Michael and his brother, Lincoln. The brothers helped each other to break out the prison, avoid the cops though they don't share the same bloodline. The first and fourth season are my favorite. Season 2 and 3 are just fine, not really interesting. Other than the brotherhoods, there are still friendships between Michael and his cellmates who helped in breaking out, Michael's obsession to his lover, betrayal of badasses and FBIs, the whole story is just full of conspiration, genius work!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the ending wasn't really impressed me. No suprises, just a normal, dull ending. That really hurts all those fans of prison break :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tv series is okay, consider awesome but there's a few things that i hate bout it. The story was about a group of peoples, who found out they can do superhuman stuffs, and there's a badass named Sylar who's trying to collect all those talents from people all around the world. First reason why i hate the story is because peoples die, even the brother of the main character. Second reason why i hate it is because the lack of creativity of powers, there's a few peoples who owned the same powers and it's really lame -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Super Natural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tv series ain't as bad as i thought. The first episode of season 5 just started yesterday. All i can say is the story is getting really exciting. I like this story is because of the brotherhoods of Dean, the big brother and Sam, the pathetic younger brother. Dean is my favorite character. He's mature, handsome, funny and cool :D yet his brother Sam is a jackass who depends on devils to gain more power, to gain strength. In season 5, Lucifer, the king of devils is released from his "jail", and the Dean is super duper disappointed to his brother. I guess i can't wait for the whole season to be released, :) expecting something unusual in this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gossip Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just watched 11 episode of it, and it's really something. I see faces of peoples, they betray friends to get what they want, ex : love. They trade their family for new friends, to get famous which is very stupid for me. I personally want a family more than friends. Anyway, i'll write more comments when i finished the seasons :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today isn't really a good day for me, i met walls and tried to pick a fight with a friend of mine. I guess i'm not in mood to write anymore, thanks for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367700522146977543-614774430317969692?l=isharesecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/614774430317969692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/tv-series-loveem-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/614774430317969692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/614774430317969692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/tv-series-loveem-all.html' title='TV Series? love&apos;em all!!'/><author><name>K.Fung</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/Srs5lX5h8xI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_6pXfmg82Sk/S220/DSC01036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367700522146977543.post-6518590708264495992</id><published>2009-09-11T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T20:32:26.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood</title><content type='html'>Many thing happens in the past fourteen years. However i still do remember few things that happened when i was still a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;age : two, location : Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, i don't really remember why my family and i were at sg(Singapore) but i do remember something that happened there. I remember my family were living in our relative's house. I was two, so gender doesn't really matter, i bathed with my cousin who was same age as me and something bad happened.&lt;br /&gt;We were at bathtub, and I fell. I was struggling to live, struggling for air. I remember how it felt when the water goes into your lungs and it hurts. I wasn't wearing google, and i saw bubbles in the water, lots of bubbles and finally my aunt came in and saved my life :P it was horrible, and i still do remember everything happen in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;age : four, location : Home/a mystery room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a grandpa and he loved me a lot. He died at 80 something. When i was a kid, 2 or 3 he brought me to stalls and bought snacks for me when he had to walk with stick. Someday when i was four, my mum received a call from my dad, and the moment she picked up the phone  i knew something happened and yea i was right, my grandpa was dead for felling and i was stoned, shocked. Before he buried, his body and coffin will put in the middle of a room for 7 days and the relatives of him will visit him for the last time (it's a chinese tradition). My family reached early that day, my maid picked me up and let me look at my grandpa. Something weird happened, i saw my grandpa under the coffin's glass, smile and waving at me. I remember i had this thought : How adults predicted grandpa was gonna die and put him in the coffin? Even i was four i had that thought and i still remember every word of it. Until someday few years back, i told my mum and sister and they replied that maybe i saw his soul. Well it doesn't scared my pants off since we were very close, even closer than my dad, my mum or anyone. He was basically my babysitter and i loved him, very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more things happened during my childhood, and most of them aren't good things. :) I'll write more someday, follow me my blog :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367700522146977543-6518590708264495992?l=isharesecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6518590708264495992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/childhood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/6518590708264495992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/6518590708264495992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/childhood.html' title='Childhood'/><author><name>K.Fung</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/Srs5lX5h8xI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_6pXfmg82Sk/S220/DSC01036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367700522146977543.post-4023580965040026283</id><published>2009-09-08T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:21:09.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last meal</title><content type='html'>Alright, here's the thing. My sister's going back to her college tonight, and dad, mum, lil sister and me are having our dinner at 7.25pm while my sister's bathing. After 10 minutes, which is 7.35, my sister's still bathing and my dad started to talk. He said my sister should ready since her friend's waiting for her at 8.30 and it'll take 15 minutes to reach where her friend is, and so they had an agreement, to start the engine at 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;This is the part where they pissed me off. First, my dad argued with my mum. My dad said he was told that they're suppose to be in car at 7.30 and reach at 8, 30 minutes before my sister's friend fetch her back to college. My mum said she was told that they're suppose to reach at 8.30, start the car at 8, and they argue while fucking eating. They stopped for a moment, and it was real quiet until my dad suddenly turn his anger to me, saying that i shouldn't bath before my sister. Here's the thing, how the fuck am i suppose to know did my sister bathed when i'm at the living room, my sister's in her room. You know, sometimes people just like to blame on you when they're in bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;8.40 my sister's done bathing. She eat with us, and told my dad the truth, which is they start the car at 8, reach her friend at 8.20 and start driving back at 8.30. My dad must heard it wrong cause my sister said she'll remind my dad 30 minutes before they start driving to her friend, what an old man. He didn't stop after he knew the truth, he kept talking and talking, yelling and yelling until they get into the car. The last thing he told my sister is "Don't you ever come back again."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367700522146977543-4023580965040026283?l=isharesecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4023580965040026283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/alright-heres-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/4023580965040026283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/4023580965040026283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/alright-heres-thing.html' title='Last meal'/><author><name>K.Fung</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/Srs5lX5h8xI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_6pXfmg82Sk/S220/DSC01036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367700522146977543.post-4993062928364758315</id><published>2009-09-06T20:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T20:41:06.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectation; Dreams; Responsibility</title><content type='html'>My parents especially my mum, they have a huge expectation on me. She expects me to get straight As for my PMR which is a mission impossible for me since my history totally suckass.&lt;br /&gt;My mum used to tell me that I'm a guy, and I'll become a man someday who have a family, kids and that's a really big responsibility. But err, I ain't a guy with a huge dream. All I ever wanted is just 10k monthly income, get married, no kids (kids = troubles).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's just skip those craps. I read a few blogs today and from my point of view, most of them write 3 sentences and consider it as a new post of the day.  I mean, if you want to write something, at least make the post meaningful but no those craps like "hi, im going out now, bye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a basketball game this morning though it wasn't as fun as what I expected. Well it rained last midnight and the court was wet, I nearly fall for times, it was really awful. Then, my relatives came at noon to visit my family while I'm having webcam conversation with someone :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running out of idea, what to write -_- so stay strong, bye :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367700522146977543-4993062928364758315?l=isharesecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4993062928364758315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/expectation-dreams-responsibility.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/4993062928364758315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/4993062928364758315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/expectation-dreams-responsibility.html' title='Expectation; Dreams; Responsibility'/><author><name>K.Fung</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/Srs5lX5h8xI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_6pXfmg82Sk/S220/DSC01036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367700522146977543.post-1130808999676155278</id><published>2009-09-04T14:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T14:37:08.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First time in my life</title><content type='html'>Well, this post is suppose to be written yesterday, but I had a hardtime yesterday and just expressed my feelings. :) So let's just take this as a fresh start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First time in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, peoples around me, my sisters and my friends, they all write blogs. Yesterday, I had a feeling to write blogs, to keep my memories of days, to express my feelings and so I'm here to say hello to blogspot.com&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMR is getting nearer and nearer. To be honest, I'm not ready for it yet and I'm really lazy to study these days. So yea, hopefully someday I'll pick up my history text book again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girls, Chicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, they always ask this question, "Fung, where's your girlfriend?" and I'll answer "I'm single."&lt;br /&gt;The fact is, I've been single for 2 years and 9 months and still counting. I'm currently looking for a girl to love, :) so if you don't have a penis, feel free to find me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know alot peoples, but just a small part of them are my friends. I guess I just never try to be their friends, to take the very first step of getting friends, the heart. I'm who I am, but I'll try to change, try to tell them what I feel, try to let them know who I am, just give me a lil time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever views my blog, hope that you really enjoy what I wrote. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367700522146977543-1130808999676155278?l=isharesecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/1130808999676155278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-this-post-is-suppose-to-be-written.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/1130808999676155278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/1130808999676155278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-this-post-is-suppose-to-be-written.html' title='First time in my life'/><author><name>K.Fung</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/Srs5lX5h8xI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_6pXfmg82Sk/S220/DSC01036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367700522146977543.post-6851577641865364285</id><published>2009-09-03T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T16:17:32.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare</title><content type='html'>Well, the very first reason for me to create this blog is to share my happiness, anger, sadness with people that i know and care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so let's get started, 3rd September 2009 where nightmares started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum's at hospital now, probably having her operation and so my dad's back from Penang to take care of me and my sister. In fact, I never liked my dad. We have nothing in common except for the stoned, expressionless face.&lt;br /&gt;7.15am, he told me that I'm unreliable, always make my mum worries, I don't do right things, and the last thing he told me before I walked out from my house is "Do not force me." and yea, he ruined my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there's some nice things happened today. I played some stupid games which was Dan's idea. -_- We vote for the most beautiful girl today and yea, congratulations to Mrisha, Izza, Sero and some other pretty girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still unfuckingbelievable that I have such a dad who doesn't trust his own son, sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2367700522146977543-6851577641865364285?l=isharesecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6851577641865364285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/nightmare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/6851577641865364285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2367700522146977543/posts/default/6851577641865364285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isharesecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/nightmare.html' title='Nightmare'/><author><name>K.Fung</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_heEK1JCKnhM/Srs5lX5h8xI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_6pXfmg82Sk/S220/DSC01036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
