Random thoughts

1) Was I so blur, annoying and noisy in my first year? I possibly was. But now when i look at the freshies, i feel FRUSTRATED. Especially when they block the friggin corridor.

2) Why do girls wear heels to NUS? I still dont get it. After 2 years in NUS, i still havent found an answer to that question. Its bad enough we need to wear heels for presentations and stuff and by the end of the day, i'm practically limping. But fancy, strappy things?!?!? HELLO!

3) I need to study!!!!

4) I need a life!!!!

5) I cannot wait for week 13



The End.

Going,going.....GONE

Its unbelievable. 3 months of holiday GONE. POOF!
And in just 2 days its back to boring ol' classes, tests, projects, headache, stress, overeating, etc etc
Ah well, the semester's gonna fly. Can't wait for December. Woosh!

Die, Dying, Dieded

So, its the time of the year where everyone goes crazy, throwing their points like water for "awesomely interesting" modules which they're going to have to slog through and survive at the end of 4 months.

I am stuck with ONLY 3 modules. Now, thats good right. Only 3. BUT, thats only 12 credits and the minimum is apparently 15 and also, the lesser modules i take this semester, the more painful my suffering and eventual death would be next semester.

So, where is my financial markets?? GIVE IT TO ME! They have to give it to me , right?? I thought pre-allocation would mean i would get whatever i wanted. Apparently not.

Ah! i'm dead.

my love

I am reading Paulo Coelho's " The Pilgrimage" and i cannot express how wonderful it has been reading it till now. I have always loved Paulo Coelho, and have read most of his works (i think).

What i love most about his books, is the thought process that you go through while reading the book, the relevance of many of the things said, how many a times it feels like your mind's being read.

Why read self-help books when you have Paulo Coelho's books.

This blog post will never justify his wonderful words because i can never express things as beautifully as he does but i know i truly appreciate and love his work.

If i would like to meet one person in this lifetime, that person would be Paulo Coelho.

Fairy tales should be abolished

Why?

Happily ever after does not exist. Kids, do not believe that.
We live in a world where there is a bombing every other day at some part.
We live in a world where materialism has overtaken love.
So, the princess does NOT marry a pauper,
The prince does NOT bother saving a damsel in distress as that requires money and time and theres competition for that.

I might be cynical here. But practicality has overtaken fantasies.
So, lets all get a reality check and just continue running in this rat race for fame,fortune,power and get married to a fellow rat racer and have JUST ONE KID or NONE.

Booya!

Sales are bad, especially when you're broke and despite that you still spend.
The sexy pair of heels, that awesome pair of pants, a really nice bag..

Now, this is not easy ok.Conflict management experts will definitely agree that this is a conflict of interest between several parties, the heart,the mind,the hand.
The heart wants it, the mind tries to deny it with pragmatisim,practicality, etc (for eg. weight! ) Now, the hand is a real bitch i tell ya. It plays both sides (no fair!!) but ultimately chooses the winning side.

So, who do you listen to then?? Well, if you have some extra bucks burning a hole in your pocket, go ahead spend it.Or, maybe you're a pragmatic human being who would rather stuff Mr Piggy than your closet. That's fine too.

Eventually, you shouldn't feel regret.Then you know you've made the right choice.

Truths About Life

Raising teenagers is like,
nailing Jello to a tree,
and that yesterday,
can be a better place to be.

Car sickness is the feeling you get,
when the car payment is due,
and families are like fudge,
mostly sweet with nuts - just a few !

The best way to keep kids at home,
is to let the air out of their tyres,
and you know you've got old when you forget,
your old flames and even their fires !

Middle age is when you choose your cereal,
for the fibre and not the gift,
and when your mind not only wanders,
it sometimes takes the express lift.

And today's mighty oak is just yesterday's,
nut that held its ground,
and happiness is easily lost,
and often harder found.

But there's a lot to be thankful for,
you've just got to open your eyes,

and wrinkles don't hurt so bad,
when laughing is your exercise.

Copyright Allen Jesson

Obviously i did not come up with this. But i like it.

Turbulence

Emotions are such a pain in the ass. I wish i could feel nothing.

You might be thinking that this blog is taking a turn to what i said it won't be but i'm not whining.
I'm expressing some thoughts through words.

So, emotions. Complicated things. I've never figured out mine till now. Off late, it seems to me, they're experiencing turbulence, like a really bad flight. You feel fine one moment, then theres a massive jolt and you're thrown off guard.

Well, one lesson from this would be : Don't hold a glass of water/or anything liquid during turbulence. It could be messy.

If life were a play, and we were all actors and God is the director, I'm thinking it's one bad play.
Or atleast,why couldnt i have been given a better character?
Maybe the Director felt that this would be a perfect role for me.
Am i doing a good job?
I do not want this play to flop because i did not play my character well.
But, its the Director's job to guide you right? But, i don't feel his presence.
Come on Director, guide me here. I want to get a Tony for my role and for the play.

The story of the single leaf

Fluttering and traveling in the breeze, the leaf lands, only to be trodden on and it lies, crushed and buried in the dirt.
It is probably screaming " No! Don't step on me! Don't step on me! " but no one hears.
It eventually succumbs to its fate.

The worm crawling in the dirt comes across the leaf. In the distance, it spots the bird, scanning the ground. It hides under the leaf and prays that it wont be found.'

Its good fortune, is it not. Thanks to the leaf.

Apparently, the glass of creative juices is still half full.

Raffles place has exorbitant food prices.
A meal costs an average of 5 bucks and here i refer to hawker food+drink. If you're talking about gourmet food(sandwiches,salads,wraps,etc) a meal could cost an average minimum of 7 bucks.
While at work, i was thinking about this and i think about this almost everyday close to lunch time.
How can these people afford to eat out everyday? Well i guess the difference lies in the pay cheque.
Theres me with a minimal intern salary and the rest with decent(or indecently large) salaries.
So, what can we interns do? (and i'm not talking about those with your hot shot internships in some Bank/Financial house)

-Bring your own meal
-Stick to a plate of rice/noodles at Lau Pa Sat and do not even look at those gourmet cafes/restaurants
-Eat fruits( though in Raffles place, even fruits seem overpriced)
-Maybe travel out of raffles place to some hawker centre in pasir panjang( though with traveling cost included you might as well eat in raffles place)
-Last option, starve occasionally,save some extra cash and have a really big meal once in few days

My personal option would be bringing my own meal though i havent been doing that.

Thus, unless you have loads of cash to waste, please dont overspend(except occasional indulgence). This is a lesson for me as well as everyone else working in Raffles Place, who feels that their money seems to be depleting at an exponential rate.

So after the Es got over, i have been busy with AIESEC transition as well as work.
I have no life.
The creative juices have apparently evaporated and thus i cant seem to write about anything interesting.
I have no life.

The End.

So while i was working on finance and i saw people doing readings after readings, i was thinking
"Damn , i hate numbers. Words look far more interesting".

Today i have started on my readings for Asia Pacific Business and Ethics (sounds quite cool dun it) and i hate it! Words are starting to drive me crazy! Smart me also wanting to save money printed two pages on one side and its TINY!! Effness.

And last but not the least, i hate how my blog posts are turning into whinings about exams.Effness.

Laundry

I believe i have run out of clothes in my Hall room.

My bed has whole-heartedly agreed to be my official laundry basket cum bed. Thus, every night its an effort to clean up the bed before going to sleep. And here, i don't mean folding the clothes and putting them neatly in my laundry bag ( Well, i do partially blame it on sloth and that would be an entire blog post of its own). I take as much as my hands can hold and chuck them all on the chair on top of my bag, hoping that they all wouldn't end up on the floor over the course of the night.

The next morning, when i need my bag, i grab all the clothes and chuck them back on the bed. Believe me, its a tiring process.

I need to do laundry.

It seems that there is something addictive about venting out your frustrations through words, especially when you're in the middle of "Issuing Securities to the Public"and strange jargon ( underwriters, articles of incorporation, issuance of common stock, offer price etc etc) pops up and purely out of sheer confusion ( yea right! ) you look up and find yourself facing the laptop screen and suddenly, you have this URGE to vent!

So you go onto Blogger, start typing(and attempting to be coherent; grammatically and otherwise) while taking frequent glances at the notes. Yes, Multi-tasking, thats the word and apparently multi-tasking is unproductive and creates inefficiency.

Then, fear sets in because its 10.13 am already (of course, that was when i was typing that sentence. At this full -stop, its 10.15 am) and your train of thought starts derailing and you decide Corporate Finance is obviously more important to the society as a whole than this blog entry and that the world would need capable I Bankers like myself in the near future and thus i should study.

The Usual Before Exam Post

Its that time of the year again, when you feel like pulling out every strand of your hair, when coffee is a substitute for food, when you frantically attempt to organise your notes and find out you have not printed out half the lecture notes,tutorials are mostly undone and you're swearing at yourself for that, when everything seems so hazy and it feels like you learnt nothing the entire semester, etc etc

So, the E time is usually a period of regrets for me. Regret at not having done much practically the entire semester, Regret at not keeping up with those stupid New Year resolutions( I will do all my tutorials, i will start studying right from the beginning, yada yada yada.. does that sounds familiar or what), Regret that i do not have a single chromosome of genius-ness in me and many others.

But, there is no point regretting. You cant live your life with regrets, right. So, the nerd me, faithfully, attempts to organise my messy life (a.k.a table), makes a timetable ( and furiously attempts to follow it ), gets all my stuff ready, and sits with a cup of coffee to MUG (a.k.a study)

Then, the Es come ( and you stare at the paper and are like "what the F***) and they go!

Then the cycle repeats the following semester.

Swinging with the moods

A mood swing is an extreme or rapid change in mood (Wikipedia).


My mood off late seems to resemble the Singapore weather. Highly unpredictable.

I was trying to analyse why i was experiencing these mood swings. Let me tell you, it is NOT PLEASANT. One minute you seem perfectly normal and happy, the next minute you feel like a bull ready to charge. Its almost tiring, trying to keep up with your moods and manage people and relationships.

So, now the question is : How do you handle a mood-swinger?
(oh i like this word, its quite a swinging word. Feels like the 70s)

1) You let them rant. Rant. Whine. Complain. Cry. Whatever they want to do.
2) Do not interrupt and try to have your 2 cents worth of fame with some lame ass advice
(though it is a much appreciated attempt)
3) If there is alcohol, hand it over immediately. No one needs it more than a mood-swinger
4) It is advantageous to give chocolate.
5) Numb yourself ( this is very very important). Use dry ice, alcohol, or just be an emotion-less prick as it can get nasty (being attacked by words and occasionally even physical attack)

So, eventually, they're bound to "swing" back to a less grumpy/angry mood. Subsequently, they'll get back to normal. But till then, i guess the mood-swinger would have to walk around with a "Beware" sign.

P.S. These are with regards to my mood swings. I do not mean to hurt anyone.

Ok, i was just surfing through the net and i ran across this :

Thats a friggin swimming pool?!?! Sometimes you think about the extravagant nature of the minority rich and the many million other less fortunate people in the world and you wonder, "whats wrong with the world?"

and i came across this video:





pretty awesome i think. Man did evolve from apes/monkey. These animals just managed to retain their intelligence while man's losing it.

Inauguration

Well, apparently its time that i started a blog.

So that got me thinking, what should i blog about?

You know how at the start of modules (ok this is just the beginning of my uni talk), or conferences, or talks, meetings etc etc, they always set a clear agenda of what is to be expected, what is not to be expected.

Well, i though i would set clear expectations about my blog so as to filter readers (per se) or to put it in a nicer way, not waste their time if they come to my blog expecting something but not getting what they want.

1) : Do not expect me to talk about my personal life, my problems, the issues i'm facing, my hopes and fears, my deepest darkest secrets and fantasies because how i feel about talking about these issues on the World Wide Web is like how some people feel about PDA(public display of affection).

2) : Do not expect all posts to make sense. They may not.

3) : There is no point 3.

So, what am i going to write about? Its mostly going to be random. It could be about anything from the pains of having a messy bed to global warming. There might be occasional bimbo moments where i go on and on about a cute guy or an awesome dress i saw but whats the point of being a girl if you dont have your bimbo moments.

Ok, i think i have better things to do.