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10 November 2012 @ 02:30 am

Have a "gang" of 6 friends from my university days (side note: omg I'm old enough to use the words 'university days' :0), 4 of whom are male. The two girls are quite particular about gentlemanly men and we nag quite a bit at the boys. Apparently after 3 years, things actually went in their brains!

Was pleasantly surprised when over lunch, S helped the girls get water and cutlery so we needn't get up. When I dropped my knife, I went to get a replacement. But when I returned, he told me he would have gone if I had asked him to.

Today after work, met Z for coffee. While waiting for him, I left my laptop bag on a railing (this bag is now my "second handbag" and it weighs a ton. My arms are pretty toned from the daily exercise). When he arrived, he grabbed the bag without a word and carried it for the rest of the time. This isn't the first time he has done such a thing. And he had his own laptop bag too!

Aww how our boys have grown. Proud of you :) proud of us for being wonderful naggers hehe.

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28 October 2012 @ 03:15 pm
so confused. need you here now.
21 October 2012 @ 12:05 am
"bringing my girlfriend to it" -- reminder that what we had isn't that special after all if you can willingly share it with someone else. that's why I stopped going on twitter. what was I thinking?
20 October 2012 @ 05:13 pm

"That's Chopin's lover"
"But they eventually separated"
"To have each other, 10 years is plenty"

But when you are in love, those years seem like mere seconds.

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18 October 2012 @ 10:34 pm

The Fall in Total Recall (the movie) from Philip K. Dick's story


Deep Drop in Lost in a Good Book by Jasper Fforde

THE SAME THING! Tsk Fforde, your readers do notice.

Work has been driving me quite insane if you can't tell. Still alive but barely breathing. Still working but barely awake.

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14 October 2012 @ 06:01 pm

All these previously private entries are made public because I think (and hope) you still read my journal.

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09 October 2012 @ 08:30 pm
At what point after a break up do you start to delete your former other half from Facebook? His friends? Do you ask your friends to delete him? Is it puerile of you to take delight in being able to unfriend him? You know, we broke up, so I'm not going to friend you anymore. And I'm not going to friend your friends either because they post photos of you and your girlfriend.

And it hurts.

Because at the end of it all, I'm not the cold-hearted bitch you think I am.

I can't possibly miss you more tonight. Want you. Need you.
28 August 2012 @ 11:50 pm
"It's one of those things that people say, you can't move on until you let go of the past. Letting go is the easy part, it's the moving on that's painful. So sometimes we fight it, try and keep things the same. Things can't stay the same though. At some point, you just have to let go. Move on. Because no matter how painful it is, it's the only way we grow."
- Meredith Grey
10 June 2012 @ 12:26 pm
I am proud to be from NBS and will be proud to announce that I'm a NBS graduate.

Sometimes, people look down upon my choice of university. "Oh you're from NTU..." is often followed by a look of pity. This is particularly prevalent after they find out that I'm a Rafflesian, or my 'A' level results. Even fellow NBS schoolmates have told me that I've "wasted (my) Raffles education". The 'waste' they lament is doubled when they take a look at my Facebook feed and see that I have friends from the top-notch universities like Oxbridge, Ivies, UCB, Imperial, Wharton...

I used to get really upset with these comments. Who are you to judge my choice? But now, it's just water off a duck's back. I love my education in NBS, love the people I met, love the knowledge I acquired, and love my life there.

Most people chose 'accountancy' as their course because they "didn't want to do engineering, or arts, or business, or..." and the last palatable choice left is 'accountancy'. But for me... "As a child, I was a little different from the rest. Instead of possessing ambitions of being a teacher or policeman when I grew up, I played with calculators and longed to balance financial statements." When I graduated from JC, I didn't apply to anything else. Just three university applications to the three Singapore business schools. My obstinacy still puzzles me till date. I had no knowledge of what accounting was really like. Just a lot of spreadsheets, a lot of late nights, and a calculator as your best friend. I knew nothing about 'debit' and 'credit', and nothing about 'FRS'.

But I got lucky. I fell in love with the subject. Concepts came quite easily for me. The 'debits' and 'credits'. The account ledgers. The balancing. The income. The expenses. The cash flow. How one transaction can affect so many items on your financial statements. It all made sense, somehow. I get so excited when I have to make some changes somewhere and all four of your financial statements have to change, but eventually... they all tie back together! (Sorry, accountant speak) Three years on, I'm still in love.

A more prestigious university somewhere else would mean studying a course that I don't love nor feel such passion for. I wouldn't have received the grades I received. Most importantly, I wouldn't have been happy.

Likewise, I've chosen to take a career path that isn't particularly attractive to most people. It has a low starting salary, long working hours, and a high turnover/dropout rate. But my incipient interaction with the job via my two internships makes me feel that I can be happy there. If I were to go to a bank which is viewed as much more prestigious (which I guess I could have if I put my heart into that three years ago), I wouldn't be happy. My rudimentary knowledge of options, bonds, stocks, investments, and other financial instruments were forced into me through pure memorisation. They are the most miserable parts of my education.

Somehow, the less prestigious options appeal to me more and make me happier. Seems like I'm not exactly destined for a luxurious and prestigious life.. But I feel like as long as I am happy, that's all that matters.
04 June 2012 @ 08:16 pm

been a little crazy recently...