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10 05 2008Categories : General
Amongst a whole lot of other things, i am addicted to finance.
I would rather spend my entire night working on fundamental and technical analysis of equities than watching prison break or top gear. I want to master financial modeling, FA/TA; i want to learn economics and understand better how countries’ economies link up and affect each other. I’m hungry for knowledge and my appetite is insatiable.
Xinhong once said, our output is only as good as our input. What wise words! We have to constantly expand our knowledge. We need to make sure we digest and master the material we read, and perfect through practice our skills and talent. Karen Gan (my Financial Instruments, Institutions and Markets prof, whom i love to bits) says the best way to learn is to put in our own words the concepts we read in the textbook. In that way, we will be able to better understand the stuff we read.
I love Tiger Woods. His success was founded on his mantra of turning his weaknesses into strengths.
I am 6 weeks into my school term and I am taking only 4 classes this term. I suck at all of my classes because i haven’t been able to focus at all in classes.It’s been hard because I miss my dad all the time. He passed away on 4th January this year from pancreatic cancer. I remember sitting by his side as I held his hand and watched him take his last breath in his sleep. It was about 5am that morning, and it was the longest night of my life. Rest in peace, dad.
Anyhow, I really have to start catching up on my work. I need to start from week 1’s material and bring myself up to speed. I give myself 3 weeks to do this. By the end of my mid term break, I will be at the top of my game again. I need to focus on being the best I can be so that I can add value to the lives of the people around me. God help me.
Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

Of all the sins that hurt God’s feelings, lying is the worst of all.
In big ways and small ways, lying eats away the heart God gave us and leaves us empty and sad.
If we are going to be happy and go to heaven, we have to tell the truth.
Sometimes we convince ourselves that we have no choice but to lie. First we lie to ourselves, and then to people.
Sometimes all we really have to do is ask ourselves: Is that what God would have done?

Editorial Review
In 2005, James Blunt was everybody’s favorite overnight success story.
In 2007, he’s the guy who’s making rock meaningful again.
All the Lost Souls, the sophomore effort from the Brit responsible for restoring the seriousness of “beautiful” as a compliment, brims with big build-ups, epic-sounding ballads, and lyrics to lose yourself in. The vibe, laid out neatly on first single and opening track “1973,” is clear-eyed and heavy-hearted; in anybody over 35, it’ll produce nostalgia tempered by hopefulness–here’s a set that suggests rock has got its head screwed on straight again, that the path to real feelings need not necessarily be led by Norah Jones. In anybody younger, it’ll cause the unsinkable suspicion that a lot of modern balladeers should be digging deeper. But in both cases it will satisfy.
Compared with David Gray and Damien Rice last time out, this time Blunt seems to owe a debt to Barry Gibb–his voice quavers as sweetly and with the same delicate reach. Stand-outs on a brief but dud-less set include “I Really Want You,” in which the sound of Blunt’s breaking heart is set sparely and elegantly to something approximating the chirp of a cricket, the poignant and desperate “Give Me Some Love”, and the VH-1 ready “Same Mistakes.” -Tammy La Gorce
source: amazon.com
“Sometimes, after we’ve been hurt, we fear being hurt again. It’s all too easy to set up a barrier that can unconsciously push a new person away. Give new love a fair chance and don’t jump to conclusions.” -Susan Miller.
She grabs her magazines
She packs her things and she goes
She leaves the pictures hanging on the wall, she burns all
Her notes and she knows, she’s been here too few years
To feel this old
He smokes his cigarette, he stays outside ’till it’s gone
If anybody ever had a heart, he wouldn’t be alone
He knows, she’s been here too few years, to be gone
And we always say, it would be good to go away, someday
But if there’s nothing there to make things change
If it’s the same for you I’ll just hang
The trouble understand, is she got reasons he don’t
Funny how he couldn’t see at all, ’til she grabbed up her coat
And she goes, she’s been here too few years to take it all in stride
But still it’s much too long, to let hurt go (you let her go)
And we always say, it would be good to go away, someday
But if there’s nothing there to make things change
If it’s the same for you I’ll just hang
The same for you
I’ll always hang
Well I always say, it would be good to go away
But if things don’t work out like we think
And there’s nothing there to ease this ache
But if there’s nothing there to make things change
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