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wwa.. the hour are getting crazy.. I .. I… I… 

 

somedays i think abt labour laws.

Ups and downs

i hate waking up. 

i am not made for IB

 

the stress is making me more agitated than normal. I think i’m getting a bit more sensitive also.. which really isn’t a good thing

 

Am I really weird?
Its funny.. thats not how i’ve been known to be. Then again, people change I suppose. 

 

I miss those days (but I refuse to live in the past) 
I think there needs to be an increase in the opportunity cost of time for me to have a more fulfilling life.  dang. where art thou

tfb

i think tfb deserves a special mention in this blog.

tick tock.

my bosses got me a black ipod. nice. indebted kind.

welcome to the world of apple i say.

 

tick tock. 2:57. tick tock. EF beckons.
tick tock. 3:07. tick tock. <sings in a chirpy voice> knn knn knn </sings>

tick tock 3:18. OVER.

weekends

spent nua-ing at home.

Went for supper with s last night. I like going to the airport. And i’m a old man.

“whatever makes you love me, and I’m glad I’m better now”

sigh.

ouch

Talk about getting caught with your pants down. my my.

 

I have such mixed feelings for today.

 

Anyway there was this drunk guy sitting behind me in the bus. and I was happily listenin’ to the new travis album when he started to puke! I guess I’m really thankful coz he was sitting right behind me, but he puked to the seat to his right.. and after that I shifted 1 seat forward and dropped some money. And this kind soul actually picked it up and returned it to me~ wa. the only word that came to my mind was.. Karma! I’m not saying I’m a real do-gooder but I know for sure that I would return money that I find.

Training gave me mixed emotions too. The warm-up was mother shag. and I swear I didn’t say “steph! there is something wrong with your face!” though i don’t quite remember what I said.. But thats not the point. So I walked steph to find her mom at NAFA. Walked her back. Tried my best to distract her from thinking about the swelling and the itch. I could tell that she was dying to scratch her face… and while it may not be good, it was kinda a blessing in disguise as I really got to talk to her for a good hour and a half. I think shes one of those keeper kinda friends. good stuff.

After I got her into her mom’s car, I went back to the CCA room.

Eh.. Well.. I guess its kinda my fault.. but… but… I’m just trying my best to be part of the team. Personally, (I had this tot in the shower), its really quite inconsequential whether I perform or not. I just dance cos I like it. I think thats about what there is to it. period. oh well oh well.. I’m sorry if I let the team down somehow but the downside risk is way lower in this case. Its better that I disappoint and not commit to perform than commit to perform and not be able to show up. ha. My bosses said (at st regis) that I can understand risk. is this it? heh. maybe. Maybe.

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Anyway since I’m in the mood for a little ramblings, shall write about the happenings at St. Regis.
Basically, the bosses brought me out for lunch. They asked me to lunch the day before and it was like JUST me. I seriously wondered what I had done wrong.. I could have sworn that they wanted to sack me. Ahhh. but I guess my fears were kinda unfounded.

The lunch at St. Regis was really nice. Wagu beef cheek. Plus really awesome earl grey and a high tea buffet.

They offered me to stay in Dragonfly for another year. I was really shocked. Whatttt. I kinda have 3 options;
a) I stay in DF till I grad, but get to do a summer internship out there. Placement follows.
b) I stay in DF for summer and till I grad, but they allow me to shadow any of their contacts in like the trading desk or what. Placement follows.
c) I end my contract at the initially stipulated time after year 3.

I guess the real draw or the real ego booster was that they said they’ve only done this for 1 intern and im the second one. wa. -head grows really big- And that there would actually do a placement and kinda guarantee my future employment. wa… a chance like this doesn’t fall from the sky every other day.

WA wa wa. Dilemma. =|

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On a seperate note (i’m on a roll here), I saw ahem ahem today… haps. but WASTED. ARGHHHHH. WASTEDD.. ARGH. WASTED. ARGH. Someone STAB ME PLEASE!!!!!! TNW TNW TNW! think TNW. THINK TNW!

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Slow dancing in a burning room is a nice song.. I can’t wait to watch the performance! (pressure pressure) Die die also must go watch sia. Just don’t put me through another 5 hours!

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<WARNING: the following paragraph uses fuck as a noun, verb and everything in between>
My mom fetched me home last night. Had a good talk with her last night. sometimes some family members suck. I have this fucking uncle who keeps taking money from us. like fucking all the time everytime. and he doesn’t want to get a fucking job! for like. 10 years already. fuck man. just found out like my grandma is borrowing money from the maid!? fuck la. fucking asshole. and my family has had so many fucking quarrels over this useless uncle. fuck la.
<ok fucking rant over>

yea. so was talking to my mom. She kinda made this comment about my job being underpaid and overworked. I guess its true to a certain extent, I guess I shouldn’t have been so defensive and rude. tsk tsk. nick. bad boy nick. but it was alright, I managed to amicably shove away the negative emotions and apologise. heh. good boy. was a good chat overall. yea. thanks mom.

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i’m in such a ranty mood tonight. I wonder why. Maybe its the tough warm ups. wah. I haven’t felt so freaking shag in sooo freakin long. My secondary school teacher used to say that exercise stimulates the mind. hmmm! okay. ranting mood over. Time to do some EF modeling den sleep lor. peace out

the risk of friendships

I tot of this title when I was bathing just now.

 

CT’s birthday was awesomely funny. and fun. and … nice..

ok random incoherent thoughts follow;

Risk, put in layman term’s, is just uncertainity. And uncertainty is definitely present in friendships.
Come to think of it, putting effort and time into a friendship is just like investing in a stock. The value of the stock , like friendship, is just a figure determined by both sides of the transaction. As the price of the stock increase, so does the strength of a friendship.

In life it is not as simple as looking at valuation models.. where the heart and feelings are involved, the equation becomes much more complicated.

Do friendships last forever?

I guess i’ve matured a bit from when I was in Sec sch/ JC. Friends were like the centre of my life at that point ..

and those people who walked into my life then are still here. but its just different i guess. Friends in which I see on a day to day basis and those of my younger days. I still see people like zhao n rus all the time though.

hmm. but sometimes the scariest part is not knowing what the other party thinks.

argh… the tots are too random and i’m too lazy to do structuring!

 

Actually let me write this proper.

or maybe not! haha

different tunes, different moments

hello world,

I somedays wonder when I would come clean and open up to the rest of the world. heh. the secret lives we allhave.

today was a really tiring day. it was just a drain going to such a slow class. and even though i took a nap after twc, the fatigue was just there. hmm. i’m expecting to stay rather late tomorrow as well. oh well. hope the var lesson goes well.. caderas was shag also. rather strange. i was actually lookin forward to dance the entire week, but i was just damn shag to go full out for today.. hmm. the mind is so weak.

i had this sudden thought last night; that when I decide so, i’ll get the number, and i’ll just call and i’ll just see how it goes. woot.. confidence is always charming.

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i don’t like going to sleep hungry =|

tomyam steamboat

yummy. I like. I used to have it with 2 bowls of rice, and 2 cups of lemon tea.
But we used to do a lot of things in the past don’t we? =)

Talked about some parts of the past which should have remained in the past. (Like how centro closed down and should remain closed down). I never knew I met you before. Oh well. Its v easy to blame things on poor memory isn’t it? ha. Parkway is always a place where you meet familiar faces. All the time. Thankfully didn’t see anyone that would have created an awkward situation. That won’t have been too pleasent.

Didn’t get my specs in the end =| I can never choose a nice frame. maybe i have not much confidence in my taste.. Or maybe i’m just more dependent on what others think. A crowd follower and crowd pleaser. ha. thats prob true. Ah. Door mat and brothel. I reckon a door mat is an upgrade… den again, the brothel probably has lotsa hot chicks in it if its in france.

okay. I’m in a rambling mood.
Must be the “zhai” coffee I just down-ed. Ahh the wonders of caffine. (which I reckon is damn bad for the teeth. I think I might have uneven shades after I removed my braces…) and yes, talkin’ about braces. Really. Its a good thing. seriously. Objectively. Don’t think just do. like the 10k run. ha. don’t die young hor.

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I think some of the optician’s words are true. some..

i didn’t sell my soul

i just sold my life. well well..
I already miss miss union.