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.