Sunday, June 15, 2008

Absolutely Delusional

Mr Junior Banker: I don’t want to hurt you.

Me: Huh?

Mr Junior Banker: Well, I don’t want to hurt you, because I think you are either infatuated with me, or falling in love with me…


Talk about delusional. Is he serious?

Some days later…


Me: … infatuation is what I have for my shoes. And as for falling in love, no offense, but no, I am not falling for you - I don’t know you well enough.

And maybe that’s all those years and attempts at relationships talking, but being “in love” is more than just a feeling. It’s about trust, and responsibility, and honesty, and knowing that everything that you are, were, will be, is it, and that he is okay with.

Recently I’ve realized that as if my emotions are dead. I want to be swept away, but I don’t seem to anymore. Is that growing up or is that being guarded? I’d like to think I’m not the latter - because I believe in giving everything I want to do 100%. It just seems that there are more important things to do than “feeling something”.

But I do feel happy.

Oh yes, no longer seeing Mr Junior Banker. I know I lack details, but suffice to say, it was fun whilst it lasted, but after what was said, I couldn’t see him and not laugh my head off - I just didn’t have to heart to tell him that I was involved with someone else. Why make someone feel bad about themselves? Innocent


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Friday, June 6, 2008

T-2

Okay, I am freaking out. Right about now.

 

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Thursday, June 5, 2008

12 Sustainable Design Ideas from Nature

This is AMAZING. I can’t stop thinking about it.


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If the clip doesn’t show up (evidently I am not as tech-savvy as I’d like to be), click here.

 

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Tuesday, June 3, 2008

The Purpose of the Invesment Profession

If anyone who works in the finance industry (not applicable to the good work of the likes of micro-financing, am refering to mainstream, such as advisory, funds management, sell-side research) tells me that they believe they are working for the greater good, then they are honestly taking in their own spin.

Face it, guys, you and I, we’re here just to make money.

Spotted, page 129, CFA Program Curriculum, Vol 1, on the greater good of the investment profession:

“… A first greater good qualifying investment analysis as a profession is the promotion of fair and efficient capital markets. … A second broader good served by investments analysis is the clients’ financial well-being.”

Not one, but two greater goods.

Hi-la-rious.


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Exclusively Shared

Damn, I should definitely write more often.

4 days to D-Day. Again. I am definitely getting sick of doing these exams. When someone last asked me about the possibility of MBA I nearly choked up. No way in hell.

(Don’t take me seriously, I am allowed to change my mind)

What’s happened since my last post? I know I have been busy, but can’t quite recall. Maybe they were all meaningless? I am sure that is not so.

Though recently, I realize that I have parted with what I once was. Maybe it’s a good thing, maybe it’s not so good. Does it really matter if it’s good or bad? I keep thinking, maybe it’s the experience that mattered.

I remembered once I had discussed with a friend at which point in a relationship you become exclusive. Traditionally, you go on a few dates, a few drinks, flirt a little, and maybe by the time you make out and hold hands you would think you are maybe exclusive. By the time you share one’s bed, exclusitivity is definite.

But is that really the modern way of “dating”? What if you cut to the chase and get to the sex within the first few dates?  After the event, are you exclusive? How can you be exclusive if you don’t really know that much about each other? Why hit the sack then, I hear you cry. Well, for no other reason than it was enjoyable. If you get to know each other after the fact and really quite like each other - well on aggregate that is the same story, no?

Thoughts are welcomed (if anyone else still bothers reading my whinge).


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