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This is real, this is me.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
1 year. 100k.
Watch me.

2:22 AM

Hello all, I'm at the Singapore Expo helping out Success Resources with their new seminar. Key speaker will be T. Harv Eker, the author of "Secrets of a Millionaire Mind", the best selling book that will unveal the secrets of getting it rich through a diversified portfolio.

I've been here for the past three days and have learnt alot during my stay. I came to realise that one has alot of ways to diversify the portofolio into different risk areas, of low risk, medium risk, and high risk.

Low risk - Bonds, Securities, Land Banking
Medium risk - Land Banking, Natural Gas Investment, ATM investment, Diamonds.
High risk - Commodities, Stocks, Indices.

Knowledge of how to earn a massive passive income was flowing freely in the atmosphere. As much as I could I tried to absorb as much information as possible whilst working. Working hours are long, pay's like peanuts. But I just hoped to learn as much as possible from the wise and rich speakers.

Speakers ranged from stockbrokers to investors of Argyle pink diamonds, Stock portfolios, Natural gas investments, Technical indicators, ATM investments, Land banking, and many more. Spoilt for choice, i lay aback in my seat and absorb as much as i can from theese knowledgeable saints.

I wanna be like them.
I will be.

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2:13 AM

Thursday, June 18, 2009
Since my starting days in SIM I've come to know a very good friend.

One that's so simple.
One that's so naive.
One that's so fragile,
That part I'd wish you don't see.

He comes along as a soft spoken man.
A creature of kind intent.
He holds a heart of gold,
Lessons he has thought me many fold.

He taught me how to be humble, not by his words, not by his dressing, not by how he speaks; But each and everyone of his actions carry along a strand of hope and kindess. One which knows no boundaries.

He taught me that no matter how rich we dress ourselves up, if inside we are nothing but a vacumn of colours, we are nothing.
He taught me that no matter how loaded we are, we are nothing if we dont love our neighbour as oneself.
He taught me that goals should be set ethically, with which friends should not be used as steppin stones.
He taught me that we should be humble, always thatnkful for anything and everything that was given to us, by the society, by our parents, or even our friends.
He taught me alot of things, with which i wont be here today.

Thank you Zhi Hao,
Thank you for believing in me. I will get out of this shit and make it even bigger than what i could do.

WATCH ME.













6:03 AM

Hi all. It's been a while.
Have been bumming around all day, running, gym-ing, swimming.
Training up for the year end marathon in which I dont even have the slighest confidence of finishing it. It's gonna be a challenge for me, a limit i set for myself to break.

I've lost in stocks. Burnt my fingers in the stock market. Will be officially declared bankrupt by end June if i dont settle the issue by end July. Sigh.

Mid life crisis at 22.

My mentor told me i'd experience my mid life crisis in my twenties. A mid life crisis, as deemed from the words itself, implies that halfway through your life, you'd be so stressed up by financial and future burdens that we cant sleep well, cant enjoy ourselves, cant splurge; and a time where while everything seems so good on the outside, it's just nothing but an empty vessel inside.

I burnt my hands in the stock market. Am in debt, but I'd like to say that i learnt alot of lessons from it. I believe it's a medium that can generate money so fast you can make what people make a year in just one week.

Along the way i realised that money is almost everything. To a certain extent, it can buy you friends, company, and maybe even happiness. I know i will be rich someday. It's only a matter of WHEN. Sigh. At least i know in the near future, my debt of 5 digits at the age of 22 is gonna be one huge life lesson to me.

Staying afloat.

5:54 AM

Saturday, June 6, 2009
It's intriguing to why anyone can be like this.
Love should be free.
Love sholdnt even be without a fee.
You're disappointing to no degree.

I contemplated what to do;
recollected what we did;
Tried to make myself a fool;
just to be up to your bid.

No one will feel me;
Nothing can replace the feelings.
Everyone can come in;
with which all are just nothings.

This is me saying i love you.
It hurts me to see you
It hurts me to see us like that.
Bros forever,

IK.


The days in Support company..

2:52 PM

Monday, June 1, 2009
With great expectations come great hopes.
With great hopes come greater limits.
With greater limits comes greater stress.
With these stress we will fight.

With this fight we shall fight.
With this fight we shall hold.
With this hold we will bond,
With this bond we will stand.

I want to break free.

10:43 AM

Torn.

So much i have to do.
So little i have to do.
So high the expectations,
So low the qualifications.

Pris commented i will only be happy if
I lower expectations of myself.
Words cant express what i feel inside.
Regret on what i covet is beside.

I cant do it anymore.
I cant do it anymore.
I've changed.
There's no more flame.

All alone the winter flakes engulf my soul;
With which flames implode from a foe.
Black and gray the sillouhettes gather,
My heart drops like a feather.

Close so dear they seem to me,
Far yet near they will always be.
Mom and Dad dont understand me,
But they've been wantein to change everything about me.

A picture speaks a thousand words,
A poem represents a thousand woes.
A teardrop from a broken heart;
A broken wing from afar.

This is ken signing off.
Time to be a normal person.
A humble one;
Normal like the others.

Dont think I'm different.
Dont think I'm extra ordinary.
Dont look up to me.
Dont think I'm a leader.

10:36 AM

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