<?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-8160498954330277234</id><updated>2011-07-09T00:47:44.748+08:00</updated><category term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Life Lesson</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirong-lifelesson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160498954330277234/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirong-lifelesson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092484826248142080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Twth69wKgVg/SqOSm5-uraI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wkgxHo9PVFc/S220/DSCN1805.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160498954330277234.post-7472151585729794069</id><published>2010-04-20T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T01:46:19.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JoB</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. So long never update le..&lt;br /&gt;It been two years in ITE and another 2 years in poly and Woa~ I getting old..&lt;br /&gt;I got a job as admin. the Job is not so stressful and compare to my other job is more better. Still not used to the office environment.. I too quiet lei.&lt;br /&gt;Typical duties: data-entry, call phone calls....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I got a job after searching for so long. Haven talk much to my sisters. Kept my distance coz really nothing to say.. Sometimes I hate myself being an introvert and not a chatterbox.. I feel neglected and unimportant in this family.. It like stranger in the house.. My youngest sister look up to the 2nd sister more than me.. Why? probably I dun talk much.. I quite addicted to porn.. I must admit this.. But it is because they don't talk to me often, then I watch nude woman.. Just to get attention? I realli.. dun know. Aiya.. kind of embarrassed. Everything I feel neglected and lost, I will look at dirty things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I can changed.. Nothing is impossible.. Maybe other guys out there also have this problem.&lt;br /&gt;June.. I think I'll be enlist to NS soon in June~2 months times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to Update more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8160498954330277234-7472151585729794069?l=shirong-lifelesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirong-lifelesson.blogspot.com/feeds/7472151585729794069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shirong-lifelesson.blogspot.com/2010/04/job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160498954330277234/posts/default/7472151585729794069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160498954330277234/posts/default/7472151585729794069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirong-lifelesson.blogspot.com/2010/04/job.html' title='JoB'/><author><name>Shirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092484826248142080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Twth69wKgVg/SqOSm5-uraI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wkgxHo9PVFc/S220/DSCN1805.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160498954330277234.post-6341217343359743713</id><published>2009-12-06T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T17:09:54.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>Common Test are round the corner... I think I am 65% prepared liao.&lt;br /&gt;Wireless RF and Telecommunication, Subjects that I am taking now. 1 more year down the road and I'll graduated from poly and head off to army life.&lt;br /&gt;I wish only time can fly back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was in a foul mood with my sister.. I don't know why I was so angry..&lt;br /&gt;She let her boyfriend stay over night, and says that he's sick.. I don't believe... A sudden rage overcome me and I just couldn't sleep that night... I did something that was unthinkable.. I yell her name and scold her a "Slut".. And then I think i was worry about her. I tot i didn't care her one lol.. I was not so close to her compared to my youngest sister.. lol&lt;br /&gt;That night was the first time I qurrel with her regarding her boyfriend. Actually I just don't wanna care, but something tells me that wrong.. Was I wrong to scold her??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAybe he is sick.. Maybe ba.. But how can a girl let him stay in her room.. I can't understand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that maybe I was too protective of her.. Because since young, I don't care lol.. Bully her.. like throw her stuffs, punch her.. lol maybe when i'm older I realized that she's important to me so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reaLLY don't want to bother but Its sickening.. lol be it a brother or another sibling.. sick tml school starts..&lt;br /&gt;As I look over my neighbour's children riding on their bicycle, I feel a lost feeling..a long time "we" have not go out together. It bleaks out the loneliness in my family. I thinks everyone has their own problems. No One can be sure who's right only outsiders know better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this blogs, tell me what are I going to do? What will you do in my shose?&lt;br /&gt;Hope that this realli helps me.. lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8160498954330277234-6341217343359743713?l=shirong-lifelesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirong-lifelesson.blogspot.com/feeds/6341217343359743713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shirong-lifelesson.blogspot.com/2009/12/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160498954330277234/posts/default/6341217343359743713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160498954330277234/posts/default/6341217343359743713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirong-lifelesson.blogspot.com/2009/12/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>Shirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092484826248142080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Twth69wKgVg/SqOSm5-uraI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wkgxHo9PVFc/S220/DSCN1805.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160498954330277234.post-4742248367484474743</id><published>2009-09-12T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T10:39:40.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This I treasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;The Special Day of My Mother!&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yesterday was her Birthday.. Too bad I can't think of any present to give her. So disappointing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Twth69wKgVg/SqsH_wz427I/AAAAAAAAACQ/96Itj5cb760/s1600/DSCN2753.JPG" imageanchor="0" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Twth69wKgVg/SqsH_wz427I/AAAAAAAAACQ/96Itj5cb760/s200/DSCN2753.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Twth69wKgVg/SqsGqEa75EI/AAAAAAAAACI/fJrMiY7IIEc/s1600/DSCN2755.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Twth69wKgVg/SqsGqEa75EI/AAAAAAAAACI/fJrMiY7IIEc/s200/DSCN2755.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Twth69wKgVg/SqsIfEWgZJI/AAAAAAAAACY/hyypCcyh93A/s1600-h/DSCN2756.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Twth69wKgVg/SqsIfEWgZJI/AAAAAAAAACY/hyypCcyh93A/s200/DSCN2756.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Twth69wKgVg/SqsATewNJNI/AAAAAAAAABw/DDsHbKviGms/s1600-h/DSCN2754.JPG" imageanchor="0" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img align="topright" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Twth69wKgVg/SqsATewNJNI/AAAAAAAAABw/DDsHbKviGms/s200/DSCN2754.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8160498954330277234-4742248367484474743?l=shirong-lifelesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirong-lifelesson.blogspot.com/feeds/4742248367484474743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shirong-lifelesson.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-i-treasure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160498954330277234/posts/default/4742248367484474743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160498954330277234/posts/default/4742248367484474743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirong-lifelesson.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-i-treasure.html' title='This I treasure'/><author><name>Shirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092484826248142080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Twth69wKgVg/SqOSm5-uraI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wkgxHo9PVFc/S220/DSCN1805.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Twth69wKgVg/SqsH_wz427I/AAAAAAAAACQ/96Itj5cb760/s72-c/DSCN2753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160498954330277234.post-6465549229953457949</id><published>2009-09-10T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:24:25.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About my Turtles</title><content type='html'>I have kept 2 turtles. I think one is male and the other I still not sure. Actually, I have 3 turtles. The female unfortunately has died. The turtles are a species from red ear slider. They live in semi-aquatic habitats with quiet streams and can suit in a types of water. I feed them turtle pettle(dry), lettuce, carrots and other fruits such as grapes, apples and banana.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This is Blackie. He is 2years old. He got a big appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Twth69wKgVg/Sqhq--YfwfI/AAAAAAAAABI/MCACD9_UVJo/s1600-h/DSCN1793.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Twth69wKgVg/Sqhq--YfwfI/AAAAAAAAABI/MCACD9_UVJo/s200/DSCN1793.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Twth69wKgVg/SqhtQPNfCVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TMbifPbGq18/s1600-h/DSCN2749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Twth69wKgVg/SqhtQPNfCVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TMbifPbGq18/s200/DSCN2749.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is when my Light has turned on. Blackie likes to bask on top of that diftwood. It is his favourite spot. Sorry, the photo abit blur. As you can see, I have put Blackie to the top tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Twth69wKgVg/SqhtnEKcVDI/AAAAAAAAABY/UhO6oXFW1oM/s1600-h/DSCN1792.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Twth69wKgVg/SqhtnEKcVDI/AAAAAAAAABY/UhO6oXFW1oM/s200/DSCN1792.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the smaller turtle. Also 2 years old. However, his limbs got burnt while I am washing the pails. Poor thing. Its name is called Mischief because even though his small size, it likes to bite other turtles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Below is my customize tank that my father has bought. I quite don't like it. I prefer putting my turtles inside the plastic container and that is much easier to wash the tank. This is quite difficult. One mistake that I have made is that I have bought black sand in the upper tank. Sand is bad for turtles and quite messy to clean too. The sand can get stuck in their digestive system. I hope nothing serious happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Twth69wKgVg/Sqhw5EMXAkI/AAAAAAAAABg/Pa8_Z_DNrqo/s1600-h/DSCN2732.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Twth69wKgVg/Sqhw5EMXAkI/AAAAAAAAABg/Pa8_Z_DNrqo/s320/DSCN2732.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8160498954330277234-6465549229953457949?l=shirong-lifelesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirong-lifelesson.blogspot.com/feeds/6465549229953457949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shirong-lifelesson.blogspot.com/2009/09/about-my-turtles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160498954330277234/posts/default/6465549229953457949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160498954330277234/posts/default/6465549229953457949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirong-lifelesson.blogspot.com/2009/09/about-my-turtles.html' title='About my Turtles'/><author><name>Shirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092484826248142080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Twth69wKgVg/SqOSm5-uraI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wkgxHo9PVFc/S220/DSCN1805.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Twth69wKgVg/Sqhq--YfwfI/AAAAAAAAABI/MCACD9_UVJo/s72-c/DSCN1793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160498954330277234.post-2263146050881856253</id><published>2009-09-07T18:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:11:49.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing BTT</title><content type='html'>YaY!! I passed my Basic Theory Test. I have got a long way to go.. Go ShiRong!&lt;br /&gt;This is terrific. But I now need to plan my time properly and not enough money sia..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8160498954330277234-2263146050881856253?l=shirong-lifelesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirong-lifelesson.blogspot.com/feeds/2263146050881856253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shirong-lifelesson.blogspot.com/2009/09/passing-btt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160498954330277234/posts/default/2263146050881856253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160498954330277234/posts/default/2263146050881856253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirong-lifelesson.blogspot.com/2009/09/passing-btt.html' title='Passing BTT'/><author><name>Shirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092484826248142080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Twth69wKgVg/SqOSm5-uraI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wkgxHo9PVFc/S220/DSCN1805.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160498954330277234.post-7313414869306698626</id><published>2009-09-04T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:29:23.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handle Anger</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. I have talked about Anger right..&lt;br /&gt;well, everyone has one. The ways to handle them right and in the correct way is important.&lt;br /&gt;Before, starting up the topic about how to handle anger, I will like to ask you what cause the person to be angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Bad day&lt;br /&gt;most probably, the day does not goes right for that person. The sky went dark and it rains when that person had planned to have a picinic out maybe. The bad day may spoil a man's mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Does not makes his/her expectations&lt;br /&gt;When the person sets his ideas too high on another person. For example, if A is the motherof B and A wants B to score 90 marks on his math test but B scored only 75 marks. A would be very angry as B does not make her target. This is quite unrealistic because to me, passing the test is better than scoring poorly or even failing the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) thinks negatively&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the situation isn't as bad as it seems. But the person think it is bad and he/she worry too much. The more he/she thinks the more angry he/she becomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Misunderstood of others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misunderstood of others is very dangerous and may cause both parties to be loggerheads for a period of time. This can be solved if both parties are willing to give way and clear out their misunderstandings. Some people might choose to ignored the problem or avoid each other. That way does not solve the problem, however, it leads to mistrust of one another and create a even bigger problem if both parties are made to work together for a project for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After discussing some factors that might cause parties to be angry, now let's us look at the ways in which parties are handle anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ask&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself why are you so angry about that person? What trigger the anger? Is it other events that you happen to push it to another person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Count to ten&lt;br /&gt;Start to count. From ten thousand-one to ten thousand-ten. Count before approaching the person.Relax before talking to that person whom you are angry with. This will help delay your action and you might think through your feelings;whether it is appropriate to yell to that person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Use "I feel" question&lt;br /&gt;I feel that this is quite effective. It warns the other party and let the other party know how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;Other people might yell " you are so stupid! Didn't care about my feelings". Versus." I feel sad when you did not care about me!"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Finally Breath&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in slowly and out slowly. This will calm you down. You should avoid shouting at the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, This is what I would like to share about.. More to come are Top Ten questions asked by Interviewers and more about my Hobbies. Yippie, well please post a comment coz I'm new here and please give me more topic to share with. Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8160498954330277234-7313414869306698626?l=shirong-lifelesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirong-lifelesson.blogspot.com/feeds/7313414869306698626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shirong-lifelesson.blogspot.com/2009/09/handle-anger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160498954330277234/posts/default/7313414869306698626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160498954330277234/posts/default/7313414869306698626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirong-lifelesson.blogspot.com/2009/09/handle-anger.html' title='Handle Anger'/><author><name>Shirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092484826248142080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Twth69wKgVg/SqOSm5-uraI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wkgxHo9PVFc/S220/DSCN1805.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160498954330277234.post-7785917750963495732</id><published>2009-09-04T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T20:57:29.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempers and anger</title><content type='html'>Everyone has temper and some people has nasty too. It depends on the person's knowledge of dealing with things and the way it is accepted by their environement. Some people are easily to get angry while others may not experienced anger in a short fuse or at a shorter time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, anger and being able to handle anger is important and unique to everyone. Some people likes to pause and take a short time to realize why are they angry. Some are usually very slow at being angry. There are many ways to handle anger: either be good or bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about anger, I have also quite a short fuse.I remember when I was young about 9 years old or younger, I would be angry at little things like why nobody care about me-parents working and sisters playing among themselves. I started throwing things like my toy train, my pillows, everything I could see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up, I also throw things and yell at my sisters when I am angry. Usually as I grow older, I get angry when I have to clear and clean the tables after every dinner time or when my sisters fought one another. I guess I slowly ignore them and now I seldom yell at them anymore. Things have changed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I grow up. The way I handle things have changed tremendous. Hehe.. This blog seem to be a diary of mine. Actually, I don't like to plan things and have never wrote a diary before. Now, maybe I have nothing to do...And I wanted to write these down so that I can recall those days and how much I have changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8160498954330277234-7785917750963495732?l=shirong-lifelesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirong-lifelesson.blogspot.com/feeds/7785917750963495732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shirong-lifelesson.blogspot.com/2009/09/tempers-and-anger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160498954330277234/posts/default/7785917750963495732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160498954330277234/posts/default/7785917750963495732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirong-lifelesson.blogspot.com/2009/09/tempers-and-anger.html' title='Tempers and anger'/><author><name>Shirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092484826248142080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Twth69wKgVg/SqOSm5-uraI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wkgxHo9PVFc/S220/DSCN1805.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160498954330277234.post-2723783162204918442</id><published>2009-09-04T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T10:28:54.853+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>About ME</title><content type='html'>I am studying in Nanyang Poly and graduating next year. I am the elder brother in the family and i have 2 sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, being the brother has tremendous duties and responsiblities. I have learnt a lot through my roles as a brother. I admit i am not a good brother but I am slowly learning how to be one. A lot of balancing from being able to share your things to your sister and being strict at times when it is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when I was young, I do not know the meaning of a good brother and how to really take care of my sisters. I would bully them, beat them... Now, I want to make a time machine and start over to be a good brother. Anyway, i starting to learn.. change to make a better brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school, I am quite shy and seldom seen at a large groups. I have only a few friends. I believe friends are very important lot. They teaches us various aspect of life, show us their joy and we share their pain and sorrows. I'm glad that i have met some wonderful friends that have brighten up my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about all I can say now. Till then maybe next time. I will show my family pictures and talk about it. HaHa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8160498954330277234-2723783162204918442?l=shirong-lifelesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirong-lifelesson.blogspot.com/feeds/2723783162204918442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shirong-lifelesson.blogspot.com/2009/09/about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160498954330277234/posts/default/2723783162204918442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160498954330277234/posts/default/2723783162204918442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirong-lifelesson.blogspot.com/2009/09/about-me.html' title='About ME'/><author><name>Shirong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05092484826248142080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Twth69wKgVg/SqOSm5-uraI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wkgxHo9PVFc/S220/DSCN1805.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
