Friday, September 28, 2007

omg. i feel like a retard. i FORGOT to go for my primary school class gathering, when i was looking forward to it. my spastic phone is perpetually on silent mode so i didnt hear the calls either.

which kinda proves how frighteningly hectic and stressful school has become. that i forget things like that.

:(

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

little glows.

it's midautumn festival and happy kids are running about with lanterns outside. but here i am, feeling utterly miserable. there's this sense of impending gloom. crazy amount of work to be done over this two weeks. and it can only get worse after mid-term break.

well, something nice happened in the morning though. it certainly brightened up my day !

but then, there's a horrribly difficult, or so we've heard, quiz tomorrow to dampen the lightest of spirits.

i hate school. :(

Saturday, September 22, 2007

feet unbound

watched a screening of feet unbound, a film documenting the long march. much to my ignorance, i have never heard of this long march by the red army. pretty settings and a dramatic story. well, it's china after all--so much baggage and at times, a horribly bloodied history.

i was quite shaken by the film. i cant really imagine the old grannies interviewed going through so much, although that's really happened. i think i would i probably have surrendered and begged for mercy if i were in their shoes. such a weakling, i am. ohwell.

and some wacky bridge after that ! i say wacky, because this is a group of people who bid ridiculous bids like 5 no trump. haha. and i am the ever so conservative bridge player.

on other note, this week has been bizarre. but i'm glad everything's cleared up.

now, i am staring at balance sheets. i get all my financial ratios wrong and i have no clue where i went wrong. it's quite frustrating, really.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

i am, to put it rather mildly - truly, appalled.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

!! i am madly rehearsing for my presentation tomorrow because my prof doesnt like cue cards. and he likes fluff ! i hate my group. i hate this module. i hate MPW. management of people at work. i dont like this module. fluffy subject and useless groupmates.

and i have been ridiculously busy of late.

Monday, September 03, 2007

cat

is driving me nuts.

and no, i dont mean the animal, cat. but CAT. computer as an analysis tool. everytime i print my assignment i spot one stupid minor mistake. then i reprint, and i spot another mistake. and this happens again and again and again. now i have a pile of rough paper beside me. and coloured ink is not cheap !

and i just came from the ubs talk. was supposed to network but i ended up standing next to a pillar eating the food that wasnt too shabby really. the year3s were swarming the ubs people so it was quite hard to talk to them. and i wouldnt have much to say to them. because i know nothing much about banking and what the different divisions do. although now i do know i probably wouldnt want to do investment banking, because the IB panellist said you gotta love excel. With cat driving me to the wall, i doubt that's going to happen anytime soon. the working hours are quite crazy too. i think i would still like to have a life in the future.

oh well, but i guess it's too early to really decide what i want.

and i dont feel like going for the barclays talk tomorrow. because i know i'll end up gorging my face with food instead of 'networking'.

haynes just called but the line got cut off. and i've been trying to call but i cant hear anything on the other side. sigh, unreliable free services..... boo.

Saturday, September 01, 2007

time & time again.



take care & be good, you.

If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie,
Life would be delight,-
But things couldn't go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn't be I.

If earth was heaven, and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I'd be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn't be you.

If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair,-
Yet they'd all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn't be we.

-ee cummings