Time
Crunch

Rise
Odds

Mono
Aims
Vary

Wants
Achieves

Seas
Oceans

Triumph

Ah.

Go get it! =)

what is a hedge fund?

i dunno. googled it and i got:

Hedge funds are often unregulated investment vehicles domiciled in offshore locations, with considerable flexibility in the investment markets and techniques they utilize

domiciled? i thought domicile was only a common word in Joanne Tan's essays.

unregulated. sounds cool.

and so, over Ben and Jerry's, in me nurtured an interest in... PB!

ah. i just invited myself to another round of mind boggling, tear jerking decision making.

i'm not so sure. meeting people? why not?

but to the extent of collecting their dry cleaned for them? hell, no!

principles. principles. principles.

JPMorgan. dream.

Add:

v. dom·i·ciled, dom·i·cil·ing, dom·i·ciles
v. tr.

1. To establish (oneself or another person) in a residence.
2. To provide with often temporary lodging.

Home

i'm going back to Singapore tommorow.
i'm gonna miss home so much.



it never occured to me that i would miss my family and appreciate them even more when i'm physically further away from them. last year i always looked forward to coming back, but for different reasons. i'd be anticipating the day i can meet up with friends, and fill my self with yummies =D. but now, a simple dinner with my family is all it takes to satiate me.



family, i believe, is the essence of life.

where would i be without them?

they are the only people whom i can trust completely.

but after hearing so many stories about other people's rather unharmonious families, i know i'm lucky.


we are small, yes, but we're such a close and caring unit. each of us have upheld our responsibilities, especially mum and dad. and even Joyee, his growth and maturity have amazed me.

i am really proud of them.

and friends... people change. i dare not say i have not. maybe friendships work like enzymes. with different environments, different temperatures, the lock-key theory holds. there is no effective collision, thus there is no point. except for sentimentality that tugs at heartstrings, very much begging to not be forgotten.

then the hectic life rushes in and displaces the sentimentality, and only at times like this when one is alone, and has time to reflect and reminisce about the past, does one feel the loss.



but some friends give me hope... friends who unexpectedly call, or messages you online. there are few, yet they make my life so much more meaningful.

to my friends, and my family,

thank you.

the Pianist

watched the Pianist today and now i think Adrien Brody's pretty hot.i didn't notice it when i watched King Kong with Fatty but ah... his eyes and gaze are just so mesmerising.

but the movie was uh... well to make it clear i did not have any food till 2 30pm. i thought the German's ought to be ashamed of themselves. the scenes in real life are surely a few million times worse than portrayed on the silver screen. how did mankind ever stoop so low?

and to think that it happened about only 60 years ago. i think i wouldn't be able to survive even for a day under those conditions.

tommorrow's CHEM I.
i know i will survive.

and oh yeah. i bought teacher's days presents...




nice huh?

hope it makes it's point!

just to brighten things up a bit!

inconspiciously
then a sudden torrent
overwhelming
yet not hard to comprehend

you were direct and forthcoming
i did not expect
although i knew

i knew of the neglect
consciously unconscious
it just did not occur

you had enough

and then i felt it

the tingle
accompanied by
warmth
sourness
guilt

the hand gives
and the hand recieves
and the hand keeps

the hand should offer

sorry.

Most Beautiful Poem

IF YOU FORGET ME

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

Pablo Neruda

hm... it's true. i can vouch for it...