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.