I hate finance post
Why did I even decide to take on this module? Because the faculty is cute? funny? because he will spoon feed us?
The lady is certain: she will not embark in a job that has anything near these figures, these FCFFs, these EBITDA EBIT EBI, these valuations, these net operating income = (EBIT + non operating income) x (1 - tx) - minority interest in erarnings + other incomes (loss) - extraordinary items and discontinued operations
these pitch books.
these IPOs.
these M&As
These fucking number crunching freaky stuff.
So what if you will pay $2.1 million to my team for fees?
I cannot man. I just cannot.
So good bye JPMorgan dream. Good bye a lot of money.
I am so so so on the verge now. And I mean it. d e s p e r a t e l y.
It's just terrible terrible terrible.
It look 4 whole years and ONE freaking module to decide that I'm so not for it.
I was so happy with Economics. Why din I just stayed on. Why din I transfer to BSc (Econs) or let it be my double. Why din SMU offer Econs as a first major?
Well maybe just i banking.
BUT I NEVER WANTED TO BE AN INVESTMENT BANKER IN THE FIRST PLACE
So don't talk to me till 5pm on Monday where I will meet the doom man. The man that caused me all these agony. The man who uses pokemon as his password. An* Se* Ke*g!!!
The only fucking redemming factor is that it keeps my mind off.
So let's to the gym wear that Kebaya fly off to space with my Anakin.
Thursday, March 31, 2005
Sunday, March 27, 2005
a lil out of the blue concern for my chao mugger friends
who are typically situated at the left hand corner of the singapore map, right at the edge, where even the mrt track ends. yes you guys...
i know, its tough to be top honours. and i cannot say aye don't start so early lah, because you are the ones who will graduate with people waving their scholarships at you (and that person who signed his life to the government, ....)
but okay lah, just try to sleep okay. this no sleep till morning and pia revision thing is... just waay beyond me.
(comp eng people are weird)
i know, its tough to be top honours. and i cannot say aye don't start so early lah, because you are the ones who will graduate with people waving their scholarships at you (and that person who signed his life to the government, ....)
but okay lah, just try to sleep okay. this no sleep till morning and pia revision thing is... just waay beyond me.
(comp eng people are weird)
Saturday, March 26, 2005
When?
The effect of a passing cloud of gas/aerosol will be delayed inside tents, buildings and vehicles. Owing to the lower air exchange in such places, it will take longer for the cloud to penetrate. A certain amount of the CW agent will be taken up and bound on walls and other surfaces, which also contributes to decreases in concentration. Consequently, it may be expected that there is a certain reduction in the effect of a passing cloud of gas.
It will, thus, take longer for the cloud of gas to penetrate a house, for example. For the same reason, the gas will remain longer in-doors when the rest of the cloud has passed by. Consequently, it is of the greatest importance to obtain information on when it is possible to start airing the building again.
Will the cloud clear? When?
The cloud passed through. Through a non existing 2004. Does it really take longer to penetrate? Or is it clearing out.
"Modern communication enabling technologies will only heighten your sense of desolation by making you more keenly aware of the fact that no one is trying to call."
It will, thus, take longer for the cloud of gas to penetrate a house, for example. For the same reason, the gas will remain longer in-doors when the rest of the cloud has passed by. Consequently, it is of the greatest importance to obtain information on when it is possible to start airing the building again.
Will the cloud clear? When?
The cloud passed through. Through a non existing 2004. Does it really take longer to penetrate? Or is it clearing out.
"Modern communication enabling technologies will only heighten your sense of desolation by making you more keenly aware of the fact that no one is trying to call."
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Moving house is never fun
Especially when you move twice in a year, plus pseudo moving in Thailand. So that makes 3 times.
But I guess it's the mega da shao chu for me, since my household have never been big on that every year. So we get decade old stuff still lurking around, clothes you wun take a second look at, and *gasps* my toys. Not those selected few, but almost ALL my toys.
I choose to adopt the throw away now, while my mum decided to go there then clear as there is no time. And my bro? Just not do anything about it.
But the good part is, I can now design the room the way I want it. I painted it in a ridiculous color that made the room look smaller, but I like it so shuddup. :D
No house warming anytime soon my friends, it will take the Chong Family months (hopefully) to get the house carton box free.
But meanwhile, you are welcome to try out my spanking new not-even-out-of-the-packaging MJ table.
Not next week though, because the deadlines we have to meet? Terrible.
Due to the lack of financial resources, the China dream is more or less dashed. At least, for the better half. I still got money lah, but have no idea where. Phillipines?
To end this boring entry, here's some cut and paste shit (since it seems to be in the rage nowadays and I am but a trend follower :P) I have been warned by that forwarded msg that if I don't send it to 10 people, I will NEVER EVER have good sex. Isn't that scary really!
"This message has been sent to you for good luck in sex.
The original is in a room in Palaiseau.
It has been sent around the world nine times.
Now sex has been sent to you.
The "Hot Sex Fairy" will visit you within four days of receiving this message, provided you, in turn, send it on. If you don't, then you will never receive good sex again for the rest of your life. You will eventually become celibate, and your genitals will rot and fall off."
1. Sex is a beauty treatment. Scientific tests find that when women
make love they produce amounts of the hormone estrogen, which
makes hair shine and skin smooth.
2. Gentle, relaxed lovemaking reduces your chances of suffering
dermatitis, skin rashes and blemishes. The sweat produced cleanses the pores and makes your skin glow.
3. Lovemaking can burn up those calories you piled on during that
romantic dinner.
4. Sex is one of the safest sports you can take up. It stretches and
tones up just about every muscle in the body. It's more enjoyable than
swimming 20 laps, and you don't need special sneakers!
5. Sex is an instant cure for mild depression. It releases endorphins into
the bloodstream, producing a sense of euphoria and leaving you
with a feeling of well-being.
6. The more sex you have, the more you will be offered. The sexually
active body gives off greater quantities of chemicals called pheromones.
These subtle sex perfumes drive the opposite sex crazy!
7. Sex is the safest tranquilizer in the world. IT IS 10 TIMES MORE
EFFECTIVE THAN VALIUM.
8. Kissing each day will keep the dentist away. Kissing encourages
saliva to wash food from the teeth and lowers the level of the acid that
causes decay, preventing plaque build-up.
9. Sex actually relieves headaches. A lovemaking session can release
the tension that restricts blood vessels in the brain.
10. A lot of lovemaking can unblock a stuffy nose. Sex is a natural
antihistamine. It can help combat asthma and hay fever.
But I guess it's the mega da shao chu for me, since my household have never been big on that every year. So we get decade old stuff still lurking around, clothes you wun take a second look at, and *gasps* my toys. Not those selected few, but almost ALL my toys.
I choose to adopt the throw away now, while my mum decided to go there then clear as there is no time. And my bro? Just not do anything about it.
But the good part is, I can now design the room the way I want it. I painted it in a ridiculous color that made the room look smaller, but I like it so shuddup. :D
No house warming anytime soon my friends, it will take the Chong Family months (hopefully) to get the house carton box free.
But meanwhile, you are welcome to try out my spanking new not-even-out-of-the-packaging MJ table.
Not next week though, because the deadlines we have to meet? Terrible.
Due to the lack of financial resources, the China dream is more or less dashed. At least, for the better half. I still got money lah, but have no idea where. Phillipines?
To end this boring entry, here's some cut and paste shit (since it seems to be in the rage nowadays and I am but a trend follower :P) I have been warned by that forwarded msg that if I don't send it to 10 people, I will NEVER EVER have good sex. Isn't that scary really!
"This message has been sent to you for good luck in sex.
The original is in a room in Palaiseau.
It has been sent around the world nine times.
Now sex has been sent to you.
The "Hot Sex Fairy" will visit you within four days of receiving this message, provided you, in turn, send it on. If you don't, then you will never receive good sex again for the rest of your life. You will eventually become celibate, and your genitals will rot and fall off."
1. Sex is a beauty treatment. Scientific tests find that when women
make love they produce amounts of the hormone estrogen, which
makes hair shine and skin smooth.
2. Gentle, relaxed lovemaking reduces your chances of suffering
dermatitis, skin rashes and blemishes. The sweat produced cleanses the pores and makes your skin glow.
3. Lovemaking can burn up those calories you piled on during that
romantic dinner.
4. Sex is one of the safest sports you can take up. It stretches and
tones up just about every muscle in the body. It's more enjoyable than
swimming 20 laps, and you don't need special sneakers!
5. Sex is an instant cure for mild depression. It releases endorphins into
the bloodstream, producing a sense of euphoria and leaving you
with a feeling of well-being.
6. The more sex you have, the more you will be offered. The sexually
active body gives off greater quantities of chemicals called pheromones.
These subtle sex perfumes drive the opposite sex crazy!
7. Sex is the safest tranquilizer in the world. IT IS 10 TIMES MORE
EFFECTIVE THAN VALIUM.
8. Kissing each day will keep the dentist away. Kissing encourages
saliva to wash food from the teeth and lowers the level of the acid that
causes decay, preventing plaque build-up.
9. Sex actually relieves headaches. A lovemaking session can release
the tension that restricts blood vessels in the brain.
10. A lot of lovemaking can unblock a stuffy nose. Sex is a natural
antihistamine. It can help combat asthma and hay fever.
Monday, March 14, 2005
Before I start my speech, and because you silly pig have NO comment box, here it is.
"So, Ki*rpal really did make your life better in a weird way eh? I mean, sure, it's kinda crappy that he talks about himself all the time, but hey the module actually got a bit of use lah?"
Today's post will not be of some thoughts I've been thinking about a lot all this while, because I hadn't been thinking much. But for a change, because I am such a mysterious person, I shall spell out the days (not in such a boring way as some other blogs but yes, let me end this poorly constructed sentence now.
M1 was okay. Apart from the fact that they did not seem to fancy Motorola and placed the display sets either next to something prettier and cheaper, or right next to your feet, where you need to squat waaay waay down and squint to see the display, they were okay. At least, not as bad as the hearsay is. Or at least because I was so on guard, I din even sneak off anywhere except to sit on the toilet bowl for about 5 minutes. But then again, the sales wun that fantastic. So overall? Not entirely worth it.
Sunday was rest because somebody else wanted to work and if I don't go to hell, who will? (translate to Mandarin pulease) But it was good because Miss Lee informed me about IKEA sale and I managed to buy my corner bookcase (not very easy to find), my bathroom shelving system, the tek ko for curtains for sista, a long wire meant for curtains but I'd put it at my bed and clip pictures, paintings or whatever. At some discount. And I realised my Dad's new car is actually quite amazing, the back seats and be put down and alas, extended space to put barangs at the back of the car. My bookcase managed to come home with me in the car, and I was on top of it literally. With my mum's new quilt as a pillow, I curled up and took a nice nap home.
And today I closed my bank account, took out the 3k left in it and walked across the street with the stack of 50's to UOB to do a cash deposit. (Note: No pockets in my shorts, din bring no bag) My mum almost fainted.
And I played this new game Yun Huey bought from JB. Imagine building your own Shopping Centre! Wasn't that fantastic, but occupied me quite a bit.
And today is SO hot. I hate this weather.
The End.
"So, Ki*rpal really did make your life better in a weird way eh? I mean, sure, it's kinda crappy that he talks about himself all the time, but hey the module actually got a bit of use lah?"
Today's post will not be of some thoughts I've been thinking about a lot all this while, because I hadn't been thinking much. But for a change, because I am such a mysterious person, I shall spell out the days (not in such a boring way as some other blogs but yes, let me end this poorly constructed sentence now.
M1 was okay. Apart from the fact that they did not seem to fancy Motorola and placed the display sets either next to something prettier and cheaper, or right next to your feet, where you need to squat waaay waay down and squint to see the display, they were okay. At least, not as bad as the hearsay is. Or at least because I was so on guard, I din even sneak off anywhere except to sit on the toilet bowl for about 5 minutes. But then again, the sales wun that fantastic. So overall? Not entirely worth it.
Sunday was rest because somebody else wanted to work and if I don't go to hell, who will? (translate to Mandarin pulease) But it was good because Miss Lee informed me about IKEA sale and I managed to buy my corner bookcase (not very easy to find), my bathroom shelving system, the tek ko for curtains for sista, a long wire meant for curtains but I'd put it at my bed and clip pictures, paintings or whatever. At some discount. And I realised my Dad's new car is actually quite amazing, the back seats and be put down and alas, extended space to put barangs at the back of the car. My bookcase managed to come home with me in the car, and I was on top of it literally. With my mum's new quilt as a pillow, I curled up and took a nice nap home.
And today I closed my bank account, took out the 3k left in it and walked across the street with the stack of 50's to UOB to do a cash deposit. (Note: No pockets in my shorts, din bring no bag) My mum almost fainted.
And I played this new game Yun Huey bought from JB. Imagine building your own Shopping Centre! Wasn't that fantastic, but occupied me quite a bit.
And today is SO hot. I hate this weather.
The End.
Thursday, March 10, 2005
Of course, online quizzes are most important especially when you are dying in front of the comp doing assignments
You scored as Sloth.
Sloth | 88% | ||
Wrath | 75% | ||
Pride | 69% | ||
Greed | 69% | ||
Envy | 69% | ||
Lust | 56% | ||
Gluttony | 38% |
Seven deadly sins
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Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Of things in life I rather wish never did happened to me
Breakups are always horrible. I've experienced enough of those myself. Stories repeat day after day, from one to another. Tears never does dry. Not so soon.
The feeling sux. And while I wish I will never have to go through any break up anymore, I suspect that it is highly unlikely.
And relationship problems. He doesn't care enough for me, he makes decision without me yada yada. Why are human relationships so difficult to manage really? I mean, you hear about it, you console your friends; or yourself, but that's all you can do.
Let us put a halt to this sort of crap man. How, you ask? I donch know! Because when that situation comes along, my basic instinct is to keep my mouth tightly shut.
"What's wrong?"
".. Nothing."
I just hate those why-can't-you-just-tell-me situations, because I JUST CAN'T! And I know I am not at all making sense now.
(P.S. While I like to do the disappearing act myself every now and then, I just absolutely HATE the way I cannot find the person when I need to, because the phone is off. So charge along please)
No, I'm actually not speculating about my relationship. Really. No worries peeps, I'm doing good. Far better than my own expectations. I still flare up all the time and bite (not literally like you know who), but it has been great. At least there isn't situations where I meant something and he totally reads it the other way. And I think I fare pretty okay too. It's great that well, he just knows. :)
But well I mean, when did life ever did run smooth? I just don't wish to be too hopeful, it only means I fall from a greater height.
I don't know. I mean, with an angel going through so much life and death shit now, all these break ups and materialism seems, well, less important than it really might be. And while I do sympathise really, I just cannot help feeling helpless about someone else's something else.
And I do feel guilty at times, for not being a friend indeed, but instead, give comments on how one's life should be led without even really going deep in there to understand truly.
Like Ping says, there seem nothing much we can say, less nothing much we can do. But I just want to sum up our discussion of some sort:
There is no perfect balance between a relationship and a life.
Might be the curse of the modern world truly - 24/7 is not enough.
Sometimes, you need time out. Whether it is for yourself or for your friends.
The 'me' life 'me' time is actually very important.
The time spent to reflect about your surroundings and why you are in such a situation don't really count.
It is about simply lying in bed alone, listening to your favorite CDs, reading a good book. Thinking about yourself, or just, not thinking at all.
But I know. I am not you. I guess I do not really know. It may seem too much a luxury at this point and luxuries makes you feel guilty.
But it never did mean you as a bad friend.
Maybe you can do better, but so can many people about many many things.
Perhaps I was wrong; friends should not be judged by how much he/she is willing to sacrifice for. Or how much they are willing to do.
But you, my dearest, is someone I will run from Far East to Centerpoint (of course I will pant like siao and take very long).
Be strong.
The feeling sux. And while I wish I will never have to go through any break up anymore, I suspect that it is highly unlikely.
And relationship problems. He doesn't care enough for me, he makes decision without me yada yada. Why are human relationships so difficult to manage really? I mean, you hear about it, you console your friends; or yourself, but that's all you can do.
Let us put a halt to this sort of crap man. How, you ask? I donch know! Because when that situation comes along, my basic instinct is to keep my mouth tightly shut.
"What's wrong?"
".. Nothing."
I just hate those why-can't-you-just-tell-me situations, because I JUST CAN'T! And I know I am not at all making sense now.
(P.S. While I like to do the disappearing act myself every now and then, I just absolutely HATE the way I cannot find the person when I need to, because the phone is off. So charge along please)
No, I'm actually not speculating about my relationship. Really. No worries peeps, I'm doing good. Far better than my own expectations. I still flare up all the time and bite (not literally like you know who), but it has been great. At least there isn't situations where I meant something and he totally reads it the other way. And I think I fare pretty okay too. It's great that well, he just knows. :)
But well I mean, when did life ever did run smooth? I just don't wish to be too hopeful, it only means I fall from a greater height.
I don't know. I mean, with an angel going through so much life and death shit now, all these break ups and materialism seems, well, less important than it really might be. And while I do sympathise really, I just cannot help feeling helpless about someone else's something else.
And I do feel guilty at times, for not being a friend indeed, but instead, give comments on how one's life should be led without even really going deep in there to understand truly.
Like Ping says, there seem nothing much we can say, less nothing much we can do. But I just want to sum up our discussion of some sort:
There is no perfect balance between a relationship and a life.
Might be the curse of the modern world truly - 24/7 is not enough.
Sometimes, you need time out. Whether it is for yourself or for your friends.
The 'me' life 'me' time is actually very important.
The time spent to reflect about your surroundings and why you are in such a situation don't really count.
It is about simply lying in bed alone, listening to your favorite CDs, reading a good book. Thinking about yourself, or just, not thinking at all.
But I know. I am not you. I guess I do not really know. It may seem too much a luxury at this point and luxuries makes you feel guilty.
But it never did mean you as a bad friend.
Maybe you can do better, but so can many people about many many things.
Perhaps I was wrong; friends should not be judged by how much he/she is willing to sacrifice for. Or how much they are willing to do.
But you, my dearest, is someone I will run from Far East to Centerpoint (of course I will pant like siao and take very long).
Be strong.
Monday, March 07, 2005
A friend in need is a friend indeed
Thought of what Kirpal said in class. Friends who help you out within their own comfort zones cannot yet be considered good friends. They are just friends. To be a friend in need, it must most likely involve certain form of self-sacrifice, like not meeting up with the man of your dreams to run a very important errand for, walk from Heeren to Lido to buy your movie ticket for you and pass it to you back in Heeren without grumbling.
How many such friends do I have? And to how many people, am I such a person to?
You scored as Musical/Rhythmic. You are sensitive to sounds in your environment, enjoy music and prefer listening to music when you study or read. You learn best through melody and music. People like you include singers, conductors, composers, and others who appreciate the various elements of music.
The Rogers Indicator of Multiple Intelligences
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How many such friends do I have? And to how many people, am I such a person to?
You scored as Musical/Rhythmic. You are sensitive to sounds in your environment, enjoy music and prefer listening to music when you study or read. You learn best through melody and music. People like you include singers, conductors, composers, and others who appreciate the various elements of music.
Musical/Rhythmic | 96% | ||
Verbal/Linguistic | 82% | ||
Bodily/Kinesthetic | 79% | ||
Intrapersonal | 57% | ||
Visual/Spatial | 54% | ||
Interpersonal | 54% | ||
Logical/Mathematical | 36% |
The Rogers Indicator of Multiple Intelligences
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Wednesday, March 02, 2005
I have 439 posts
And this is my 440th. I have been blogging since May 2002. Wow. No wonder all I wanted to do is to add 2 friends on my links, changed so little of the template and it took like more than the few seconds blogger promised to republish my blog.
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
I am blogging on 3G
Not. Think I crazy ah? If I don't die from the slow handwriting on the PDA, I would have died of the dizziness from the bus ride. But I did manage to read other's blog though(and felt very very dizzy after).
What is it about blogging? Why is my friend who is apparently a late bloomer for many things also into it now? (Nevermind, being 3 years late lah is okay, since you are making it up by the number of posts in your archives. :P)
I'm not going to write long and be any inspiring because I'm only supposed to be online to print out the notes for my open book test (yipee!) tommorrow.
*Warming my hands up for some major flipping*
But anyway, I am agreeing with many others who are whining about being too typical too normal too boring. I am feeling sick of not doing anything all the time. And it is not exactly because I have no friends to be with, or I have no activities to indulge with. But I just, well don't feel like it. Because it cost money, and it is indeed a touchy issue now. I'm shifting (and I am not ashame to say that it is definitely not an upgrade), and I want to be responsible for my own things. I mean, things like a wardrobe or a table that is for MY use, shouldn't I, someone who is financially unstable YET able, contribute? I want to anyway. And I believe I can do without a few nights out merlioning and worshipping the toilet bowl. Well there will always be those glorious days where we are THE queens and kings. But hey I only need to survive a few more months before it's all over and I will be (well hopefully) not just ABLE BUT STABLE. I can make a comeback and no one would have noticed that I've even left. ;)
Strangely though, it sort of hit me a while ago and I got so sick of this whole no life thingy that it affected me abit. Afterall as my Ping and I have said while we do buy a lot of things and I have only recently discovered that I have a wardrobe bigger than most people but I have always pride in being able to find my own way out and somehow manage my expenses such that I take very little from my parents, buy a lot of things, and in turn work my butt off and burn my weekends but never, ever had to borrow money from anyone. And I could always do what I felt like doing and buy what I desired most of the time, so this self restrain is not that easy. Plus I am but just back from an exchange which was travelling up north or down south every other weekend. It is S T A R K difference. And I'm just not used to it.
But we'll see how it goes. I will lighten up, and money IS anyway for spending. I'd set aside my 1-2k for the rainy renovation days but if I ask you out, you better be a nice friend and answer Your Highness with great enthusiasm.
Alamak, it's still quite long after all.
What is it about blogging? Why is my friend who is apparently a late bloomer for many things also into it now? (Nevermind, being 3 years late lah is okay, since you are making it up by the number of posts in your archives. :P)
I'm not going to write long and be any inspiring because I'm only supposed to be online to print out the notes for my open book test (yipee!) tommorrow.
*Warming my hands up for some major flipping*
But anyway, I am agreeing with many others who are whining about being too typical too normal too boring. I am feeling sick of not doing anything all the time. And it is not exactly because I have no friends to be with, or I have no activities to indulge with. But I just, well don't feel like it. Because it cost money, and it is indeed a touchy issue now. I'm shifting (and I am not ashame to say that it is definitely not an upgrade), and I want to be responsible for my own things. I mean, things like a wardrobe or a table that is for MY use, shouldn't I, someone who is financially unstable YET able, contribute? I want to anyway. And I believe I can do without a few nights out merlioning and worshipping the toilet bowl. Well there will always be those glorious days where we are THE queens and kings. But hey I only need to survive a few more months before it's all over and I will be (well hopefully) not just ABLE BUT STABLE. I can make a comeback and no one would have noticed that I've even left. ;)
Strangely though, it sort of hit me a while ago and I got so sick of this whole no life thingy that it affected me abit. Afterall as my Ping and I have said while we do buy a lot of things and I have only recently discovered that I have a wardrobe bigger than most people but I have always pride in being able to find my own way out and somehow manage my expenses such that I take very little from my parents, buy a lot of things, and in turn work my butt off and burn my weekends but never, ever had to borrow money from anyone. And I could always do what I felt like doing and buy what I desired most of the time, so this self restrain is not that easy. Plus I am but just back from an exchange which was travelling up north or down south every other weekend. It is S T A R K difference. And I'm just not used to it.
But we'll see how it goes. I will lighten up, and money IS anyway for spending. I'd set aside my 1-2k for the rainy renovation days but if I ask you out, you better be a nice friend and answer Your Highness with great enthusiasm.
Alamak, it's still quite long after all.