Thursday, March 29, 2007

sweet, sugah, candyman!

Good things come for boys who wait...



Watch Urban Pulse: The Hottest Thing Since Buttered Toast



Get your tickets now!

Ask me nicely and I'll ask Mr J Tan, the ticket I/C nicely for good seats! Or if you bump into him you can ask him nicely yourself, he's the guy doing the lunge in the postah.

We have:
1. Hot Girls
2. Hot Boys
3. Hot Dances (OK actually haven't really learned the choreo yet but guaranteed plus chop 100% hot)
4.Hot Pulsating Beat

What more do you want? Is this not the stuff your dreams are made of? And please don't go all literal on me and answer 'no, your dreams are made of brain cell stuff'! No no, not funny at all...

Way way way way overdue Hip Hop Night's pictures













OK some of the picture qualities are quite bad 'cos weren't taken using flash and I can't be bothered to adjust the brightness/sharpness watchamacallit.

Monday, March 26, 2007

deep sigh

I think I've just screwed up the online numerical test for ML! Damnitttt.

Hhhhhhhhh.

Playing poker to calm me down.

Okay just won a hand with trip Kings.

Does being lucky in poker mean my luck in career will go down????????

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I will never forgive myself if I screw up the test! I am supposed to be good with numbers! What the hell's wrong with me. Or maybe I am actually really really stupid and has just been disillusioned all this while =(

*knocks heads of those who agree silently with the last statement.

my stupid mouth and the bloody chamber

I'm never speaking up again
It only hurts me
I'd rather be a mystery than she desert me
Oh I'm never speaking up again
Starting now
Starting now

One more thing
Why is it my fault?
So maybe I try too hard
But it's all because of this desire
I just wanna be liked, just wanna be funny
Looks like the joke's on me
So call me Captain Backfire

-- John Mayer, My Stupid Mouth

I love his lyrics! They always, always ring true. Imagine this poor guy who's trying to impress the girl of his dreams!



I just bought a collection of fairy tales edited by Angela Carter, which made me feel like buying her celebrated book of short stories, The Bloody Chamber. The title story is based on the dark fairy tale Bluebeard.



Synopsis of Bluebeard from Wiki

"Bluebeard was a wealthy aristocrat, feared because of his "frightfully ugly" blue beard. He had been married three times, but no one knew what had become of his wives. He was therefore avoided by the local girls. When Bluebeard visited one of his neighbours and asked to marry one of her daughters, they were terrified, and each tried to pass him on to the other. Eventually he persuaded the younger daughter to marry him, and after the ceremony she went to live with him in his château.

Very shortly after, however, Bluebeard announced that he had to leave the country for a while; he gave over all the keys of the chateau to his new wife, including the key to one small room that she was forbidden to enter. He then went away and left the house in her hands. Almost immediately she was overcome with the desire to see what the forbidden room held, and finally her visiting sister convinced her to satisfy her curiosity and open the room.

However, the wife immediately discovered the room's horrible secret: Its floor reeked of blood, and the dead bodies of her husband's former wives hung on the walls. Horrified, she locked the door, but blood had come onto the key which would not wash off. Bluebeard returned unexpectedly and immediately knew what his wife had done. In a blind rage he threatened to behead her on the spot, and so she locked herself in the highest tower with her sister. While Bluebeard, sword in hand, tried to break down the door, the sisters waited for their two brothers to arrive. At the last moment, as Bluebeard was about to deliver the fatal blow, the brothers broke into the castle, and as he attempted to flee, they killed him.

He left no heirs but his wife, who inherited all his great fortune. She used part of it for a dowry to marry her sister to the one that loved her, another part for her brothers' captains commissions, and the rest to marry a worthy gentleman who made her forget her ill treatment by Bluebeard."

Angela Carter's version has some plot twists which should not be Wiki-ed lest it spoils your reading pleasure. Boooo. Really wanna read it.

Friday, March 23, 2007

lucky you

In the world of high-stakes poker, Huck Cheever is a blaster--a player who goes all out, all the time. But in his personal relationships, Huck plays it tight, expertly avoiding emotional commitments and long-term expectations. When Huck sets out to win the main event of the 2003 World Series of Poker--and the affections of Billie Offer, a young singer from Bakersfield--there is one significant obstacle in his path: his anger toward his father, L.C. Cheever, the poker legend who abandoned Huck's mother years ago. As these two rivals progress toward a final showdown at the poker table, Huck learns that to win in the games of life and poker, he must try to play cards the way he has been living his life and live his life the way he has been playing cards.

My prediction: with cameos from the likes of Daniel Negreanu, I declare Lucky You as THE MUST-SEE MOVIE OF THE YEAR IF YOU ARE A POKER ADDICT.

Coincidentally, if you look at the hole cards Eric Bana gets in the movie poster, KJ is always a tough pairing to bet pre-flop. It looks good at first but when you think about it, you're getting caught in between a rock and a hard place. If high cards pop out, you get screwed by an Ace. If low cards pop out, you STILL get screwed by an Ace-high. For me at least, I tend to overbet seeing as they make such a pretty pairing. I'd say KJ looks more attractive than KQ, simply because girls would rather check out two boys rather than a couple.

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It's 2 AM in the morn and I have a lesson in 6.5 hours yet my mind refuses to sleep. It's filled with thoughts, which is a rare phenomenon since it's normally set on Autocruise mode. It'll respond whenever I need it to work (eg. to carry out half-decent conversations, play poker, and oh yeah the occasional school stuff) but the default state would be Dormant.

Anyhoo. Thoughts. Yep yep. It just suddenly dawned on me how utterly marvellous change is. Sure it's scary, it's daunting, and it puts you in supremely awkward positions (nono not physically!) (I hope), yet change provides you the thrills that your life would otherwise lack. Change is constant, it'll always be there in the subtlest of ways, but there will be periods in your life when you see it working its curious magic at a heightened frequency.

I am at such a period. I'm not sure if I like it, yet. I'm not sure if everything will turn out fine, yet. I'm not sure if I should reveal more, yet. I'm so afraid of announcing how I feel about this and how I feel about that. Oh dear! Have my posts always been so cryptic? I just feel like I have to screen my words for some unknown reason!

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

The Weekly Wednesday Post From A GSR*

Hokay so I drove my little brother to school again. Question: why does he insist on reaching school as early as 6.30 am? Has my memory failed me, or did pre-university school days really start THAT early?? Gosh. I can't imagine digesting English Lit or having Chem Lab at such inhumane hours. Imagine if you accidentally fall asleep standing up, and your face droop directly into the bunsen burner. Nice.

So I've got ten minutes before AMA* starts. Quick quick what shall I write about? Hmmm... Errmm... Hnngghhh... Gurrgghhh... Ah! EUREKA! (That must be the ultimate nerdiest discovery lingo, by the way) Let's talk about Music & Lyrics.

Talking About Music & Lyrics



So I watched this show on Sunday with SYd and Jess. It's your typical romantic comedy, and I hated Drew's character, yet it has its saving graces too. Some of which are:
1. Hugh Grant
2. Hugh Grant
3. Hugh Grant

Honestly, I'd recommend anyone to watch it just to see Hugh Grant do some forceful pelvic-thrusting. He's such a charming character! But my fave still has got to be him in Mickey Blue Eyes. When I watched that show for the first time I actually folded over with laughter and fell off the couch.

Back to Music & Lyrics, the show has some pretty nifty songs. Like Way Back Into Love and Don't Write Me Off. I'd love to hear the entire soundtrack! *nudges Jess*

Goals to achieve this summer
(kinda random but I need to remind myself)

1. Get a nifty internship
2. Lose fats, esp on cheeks
3. Earn some shoe & bag money from trading
4. Lead a fulfilling lovelife with my ideal partner (see post from couple of months back)
5. Smile more, build deeper friendships
6. Go for makeover with Jing
7. Play all pocket 7's in Hold'em

*Definitions for SMUSpeak

GSR: Group Study Room; a small room the size of a dentist's office used for conducting project meetings, general studying, and apparently emergency make-out sessions. Spread in large quantities throughout the campus buildings, always overbooked.

AMA: Advanced Management Accounting; one of the advanced accounting courses which you can only take from Feb to June in Semester 2, requires plenty of class participation. Lecturer has a tendency to call names, hence surfing blogs or playing at Full Tilt not recommended.

Monday, March 19, 2007

so!

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I thought you of all people would understand.

Monday, March 12, 2007

girl power night

Nothing In This World



Nothing in this world can stop us tonight
I can do what she can do so much better

With Love



All this time we finally know each other
Now that I'll be leaning on your shoulder
I can tell you baby that you're right and right and wrong and wrong

A bit bimbotic but we need to shut off our brains some time. Yes yes?

Experienced a hell ride in Mel's car. My heart literally leaped to the back of my throat, then down to the bottom of my stomach, and got stuck at the back seat before recovering. If this is what his girlfriend has to deal with, I do not envy Jess at all. He should put a bumper sticker saying "not for the faint-hearted".

Watched Pursuit of Happyness recently.

*SPOILER BELOW!*

*REALLY!*

*DON'T TELL ME I DIDN'T WARN YOU!*

It's a never-give-up type of show, supposed to be touching and heart-wrenching but I felt it was rather painful to watch. And I experienced additional stress watching the guy get the internship under ridiculous conditions when I'm still waiting on tenterhooks for the result of my interview.

OK let's not talk about internships, it's rather sickening.

*SPOILER ENDS HERE*

*YOU CAN LOOK NOW*

*REALLY!*

I had a violent dream yesterday. Somehow my consciousness got embodied in a male hack-'n-slash hero and suddenly I was supposed to slay hundreds of enemies inside some traditional Chinese tower / mansion. Apparently I was the leader of the defenders and extremely skillful. Like Condor Hero level. The problem is my consciousness is still ME, and I'm obviously scared of dying so I just hid behind the door and slashed the necks of the enemies who came by (the cowardly way to kill).

When one of them managed to scratch my hand I panicked and started screaming, then I tried cutting the neck of the enemy. While blood spurted out I was afraid he was still alive so I kept sawing back and forth. Then I tried piercing his stomach but found it really hard to penetrate his body because of resistance from the bones. It all seemed so... REAL! It was even difficult to pull the sword back out. All this while I was aware of an urgency - I knew I had to hurry in finishing the guy off before the Sub-Enemy-Boss came to find me.

The Sub-Boss came, some elderly fella with long white hair, and I was really freaked out. I was so scared of getting hurt and dying. I'm scared he'll see right through my bluff of bravado.I couldn't let him know that I didn't believe in my capabilities. It's tough putting on a strong facade.

Was so shaken when I woke up. Brrrrrr!

Saturday, March 10, 2007

rumpelstiltskin

Ohmygoodness.

It's been such a long and tiring two days.

Waking up at 5.30 am and trying to stay awake until 4.30 am of the next day is quite a feat.

Those who are trying to ace their interviews should learn from the story of Rumpelstiltskin. Don't lie about your capabilities, don't promise things you know you won't and can't deliver, and most importantly it is CRUCIAL that you know the right answer to impossible questions.

The lack of sleep has made me irritable. After a tiring 2-day mental marathon I reached home thinking that finally I could unknot myself and rest but no, I still have to entertain her. Why doesn't she just go home already?

She seems to quietly disapprove whatever actions I take, and she monitors my movements 24/7, and I just don't know WHY. Why? What's the point? Will it make me love her more? No! That's impossible. I'm sorry but since young I was never close to her. Why start now? Why bother? Especially when her comments are barbed. She and my mother drove me up the wall so high I hit the ceiling.

Don't ask me questions, I don't like answering to you. Don't come into my room without knocking, I don't like your peeking face. Just don't. Don't don't don't.

(I know I should be nicer but... I can't. Please, not now... I just want to go to sleep. I'm desperate for some sleep. Please, just let me go to sleep.)

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

the time now is 7.29 am

And I'm in school! Like, what the HEY?

Well, it's a medium-length story, and not a very interesting one either. Once upon a time, I got fed up with morning buses and decided to drive to school. But since our family has only one car I have an obligation to send my brutha to HIS school first, and HE demands that we leave the house at 6 am.

Insert scream of agony here.

But that's fine, I'd do anything, even waking up at the hours of the undead, to avoid taking the morning bus to school.

Reasons why I hate the morning bus:

1. It is puke-inducing. It jerks forward, then stops, then jerks again, then stops, making my chocolate milk crawl back up my throat.
2. It moves at snail-pace because of traffic and a lot of working people flagging the damn bus.
3. You always don't get a seat because all the aunties / working people already took up the seats, and most of them are happily snoring away with their heads keeled back and drool dripping out of the corners of their mouth.
4. You get squeezed together with people who rushed through their morning routines, leaving their breaths smelling less than can be desired.
5. The working people's bulky briefcases poke you from all angles, and they think they're such big shots that they don't bother apologizing, or they act like it's a privilege to be poked by them.
6. When you lose your balance as a result of the jerking of the bus, there's nothing to hold on to other than the sweaty armpit of the person next to you.
7. I don't think we need more reasons here.

So hokay, I foresee myself hanging around school at this time for three times a week because I have 3 morning classes. It's all good. Gives me time to catch up on readings. Mon is a nerd but she is a nerd who managed to avoid morning commute!

Saturday, March 03, 2007

so there IS hope!

Recently I became really worried about getting internships because of something a friend said to me. He said that normally for trading internships you need to show that you have had some trading experience on your own before.

Well, during the flurry of internship applications I haven't really considered THAT. So I left my friend feeling crushed and hopeless as I knew I'd probably not get called for interviews because I never displayed any trading capabilities either in the resume or cover letter. All I've got is a new, empty account with Vickers.

Yesterday, after getting back home from Zouk at 4 am I decided to check my school e-mail to see if Chloe's sent any facility booking confirmation for our meeting venue the next day. But all thoughts of the project meeting flew out the window when I read an e-mail from someone else: the Campus Recruitment manager of Goldman Sachs.

So there's my first interview, and whilst I'm afraid of botching it up I'm also full of hope. The best scenario that can happen now is that they offer me the internship at the end. Hell, it's not even IB we're talking about here. It's Trading. That extremely competitive, tough, hard-to-get-in business area. If I really get it I'm gonna open several bottles at Velvet!

But if I don't, well, at least they'd given me hope, which is one of the best damn things you can have next to you.

Friday, March 02, 2007

what's your phobia?

Agoraphobia: Fear of open spaces or of being in crowded, public places like markets. Fear of leaving a safe place.

Allodoxaphobia: Fear of opinions.

Anuptaphobia: Fear of staying single.

Arachibutyrophobia: Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth.

Automatonophobia: Fear of ventriloquist's dummies, animatronic creatures, wax statues - anything that falsely represents a sentient being.

Bogyphobia: Fear of bogies or the bogeyman.

Bromidrophobia: Fear of body smells.

Cacophobia: Fear of ugliness.

Caligynephobia: Fear of beautiful women.

Coulrophobia: Fear of clowns.

Deipnophobia: Fear of dining or dinner conversations.

Dextrophobia: Fear of objects at the right side of the body.

Eisoptrophobia: Fear of mirrors or of seeing oneself in a mirror.

Geniophobia: Fear of chins.

Gerontophobia: Fear of old people or of growing old.

Haptephobia: Fear of being touched.

Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia: Fear of long words.

Ichthyophobia: Fear of fish.

Illyngophobia: Fear of vertigo or feeling dizzy when looking down.

Ithyphallophobia: Fear of seeing, thinking about or having an erect penis.

Kathisophobia: Fear of sitting down.

Lachanophobia: Fear of vegetables.

Macrophobia: Fear of long waits.

Mageirocophobia: Fear of cooking.

Monophobia: Fear of solitude or being alone.

Necrophobia: Fear of death or dead things.

Octophobia: Fear of the figure 8.

Odontophobia: Fear of teeth or dental surgery.

Panophobia: Fear of everything.

Parthenophobia: Fear of virgins or young girls.

Philematophobia: Fear of kissing.

Philophobia: Fear of falling in love or being in love.

Pogonophobia: Fear of beards.

Rhytiphobia: Fear of getting wrinkles.

Taphophobia: Fear of being buried alive or of cemeteries.

Trichophobia: Fear of hair.

Urophobia: Fear of urine or urinating.

Vestiphobia: Fear of clothing.

Xanthophobia: Fear of the color yellow or the word yellow.

Zelophobia: Fear of jealousy.

Zemmiphobia: Fear of the great mole rat.