so you think you can move markets?

The day after I launched my report with a Buy call, my counters' share prices tumbled faster than you could say Humpty Dumpty.

Tis a humbling experience. :)

Especially as I have been accused (and in my opinion, wrongly) of having an ego the size of a house. Anyone who knows me well knows it takes alot to build up my own confidence, and as Superhero would know too, that I (and we) are mostly winging it all the time. To the point that "She faked it, but I'll bet you didn't know that!" should be inscribed on my grave marker.

Thank God for perfectionism, because that has solely powered me to do all the mind-numbing figure-churning and reading thats required to produce a good research piece.
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My mother failed Math in Form 5, so I've always had this aversion to numbers, despite anally making sure I got A in A Levels. Doing the Excel model now, its boggling to forecast.

For example, to forecast item A -

A = THAT = THIS TIMES B = HERE TIMES TWO THIRDS = GDP GROWTH*X

FML.

At this point, I feel like I wanna quit this shit.
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When in Rome is an incredibly stupid movie. Only Josh Duhamel helped to prevent moviegoers from realizing that fact during the movie, but even his melting good looks couldn't stop me from realizing on the way home that it was, as aforementioned, an INCREDIBLY stupid movie.

Nobody has guts to live for and grab such passion. NOBODY. And I say it with more courage than I ever have talking about my Buy calls.

Today's 20-somethings are too busy ambitiously making wads of cash to really fall in love, too scared of falling down or losing control. It all boils down to the fact that the incredible expectations we have on ourselves to succeed prevent us from making those passionate mistakes.

We think of all the time wasted on a summer fling which could have been put to good use, look down on those burying their faces in Kleenex when in fact, the said Kleenex users may have loved. Unfortunately, I'm still part of the camp who'd rather ingest mood-enhancing drugs than ever let myself get caught in a painful situation like that.

Because it hurts like a bitch. And the pain never really goes away. No matter how much you fake it. I dreamt my heart was broken once and I woke up crying like I hadn't in the last 10 years. It's that bad.

Yes, I do protect the core of my being with rabid intensity.
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On another note, karma is very much alive and in the well. I must seriously stop talking about my great (eye) vision because God decided to punish me late yesterday. Scene Karma Bites Back - Midnight, hot dirty and sweaty, REALLY needing a bath, but God let a huge ass lizard calmly lounge on the water heater wall the bastard is asking for it (the lizard I mean) seriously. So I had to, of all horrors, sleep without bathing yesterday night.

Lesson? Karma is alive and in the well. Repeat as needed.

What would you do.. ?

If your partner cheats?

Twas the topic on Berry chat earlier between myself and Amber.

Me - I'd clean his credit card balance on a nice Tod's bag, and pack up and leave. Can cry later.

Amber - Some people can forgive. I don't think I can. Probly try to kill him.

Me - I'll get a friend to fake being my GP and call him to say I've got AIDS and have been admitted. It's procedural to inform all partners with history of sexual relations.

This was largely prompted by weekend reading of gossip magazines on Sandra Bullock's marriage that is falling apart faster than you can say 'roving jackass'.

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Today at the health checkup for the company insurance policy, the GP commented that she was amazed I had perfect vision, because not many people have that nowadays.

Which made me break out in a cold sweat, because the fear that I have never admitted to anyone, is the fear of losing my sight. Losing sight means losing control. But most importantly, losing sight means I'll have to see the darkness.

As it is I sleep with bright lights on every night. Imagine having to live in the dark 24/7, seeing nothing but the black that I'm absolutely terrified of.

Yeah... *sarcastically* Other than being afraid of the dark, completely unable to sit on rollercoasters, afraid of working alone in the office late at night, I'm a pretty brave soul. -_-

Which nobody really believes because its unfathomable to them that I of all people, would be like that. The power of (mis)perception.

Revenge of Coklat Boy

Me: "I don't eat the yolk of the egg. Tastes funny if you eat two at one go." *explaining my reason for eating two half boiled eggs but throwing away one yolk before tucking in*

CPO Boy: "Feels like you're eating the chick huh, if you eat the yolk."

Coklat Boy: "The yolk is not the chick, the chick is the black dot you sometimes see in your half or full boiled eggs."

Everyone else: "Waaaa..." *impressed*

Coklat Boy is actually very brilliant with numbers and figuring out models and revamping iffy Bloomberg templates that none of us have the patience or intellect to figure out.

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I have another launch coming up, so that's goodbye to my 2Q10. Hope to move into the new place by then though so I can work late in a spanking new condo.

After going all out on renovating my bathroom (hacking and replacing all the tiles, the bathroom accessories) I realized I have to buy IKEA from now on. :D

My bloody expensive (but oh so damn droolworthily black and sleek) induction cooker cost a bomb to buy, just because I wanted it to match my all black kitchen, and because I think a gas cooker is so "semalam".

all that I'm after is a life full of laughter

give me some color

My new home as four different colors. My interior designer nearly fainted after I chose bright yellow for the feature wall in the living room, lime green wall in the kitchen coupled with an all-black kitchen, two toned blue walls in the bedroom, and a bright red wall in the 2nd bedroom. For the colors to stand out, the rest of the walls and ceiling in the rooms will be painted a brilliant white. Being on the 23rd (0f 25) floor enables sunlight streaming in from all corners of the house, thus upping the flash factor.

Yes yes, brilliant white is uber-cool but impractical. But I'd better do impractical before I get married, settle down and have kids.

Unfortunately I didn't get my way for one major change I wanted to make, that is, to break down the wall separating the room and the bathroom to replace with clear glass. The bathrooms are tiny, and I wanted to create some space but unfortunately that wall is just a brick wall without any beams, so apparently there's nothing we can do about it because my airconditioner can't be moved elsewhere.

Oh well. Be heading back to IKEA tomorrow with a handy helping pair of hands to be my pack mule. :D Since I've busted my renovation budget, I've to buy the finishes like curtain rails etc from IKEA.

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Was at IKEA earlier getting a pair of curtains cut and measured when some Malay bimbo rudely interrupted the guy who was serving me to ask -

"One blind can cover how many ft window?"

"How long is your window, miss?"

"Two panel."

"No, whats the measurement?"

"The samela, two panel! All sama kan, the condo punya window."

"No miss, we still need measurement to be safe. No window has the same length."

At this point, I lost it, and turned to her and said snarkily, "This is IKEA. The reason why that blind is 39.90 is because its DIY. That means all of us have to come here with measurements."

Must be some Malay datuk's mistress.

*one of Lafite's signature dessert*