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people change, like how the moon changes from a full moon to a crescent and how the tide surges and recedes. People change, some taking years, some in a blink of an eye. People change, some for the better, some for the worse. People change, sometimes making your day, sometimes breaking your heart.
Amazingly, many of my beliefs and perspectives have survived through the test of time. So many years yet the things I hold onto, the beliefs I commit myself to, the ideals and the perspectives are still very much the same. Maybe I am slightly prehistoric, maybe I belong to the museum, but that's the way I am.
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SO! yesterday was shitty finance project day where we effectively sat inside the room for more than 6 hours doing the calculations on lengthy excel spreadsheet only to realise when we reached home that the first starting value was WRONG. So cynthia had to redo the whole part because we used the wrong value given to us by this other person who evaporated approximately 2 hours plus into the meeting. Come to think of it, his only contribution to the entire project was the aforementioned wrong value that resulted in the great loss of time spent. Other than that he was effectively MIA.
Met stef for dinner at ichiban boshi. I love catching up with my girl friends! They are such loves!:D:D It was the usual good food plus chit chat plus endless laughter plus cam whoring plus walk about after dinner combination that we indulged in last night.
But things took an unpleasant turn when I reached home. Firstly, I forgot that my twc journal was due at 12am so I was rushing furiously against time to write something decent and hoping desperately that vista doesn't screw up on me. I ended up submitting a measly write up with a word count of probably a quarter of this entry at about 11:57. Then cynthia realised that the wacc value in our finance calculations was wrong. She worked hard to correct it while I started a brand new spreadsheet and started computing the CFP all over again from scratch to double check with hers. Oh yes, thanks cyn so much for correcting the inaccurate values and doing the changes for assumptions. You really did a lot a lot for this project! I owe you one man. And your sis too! Help me say thanks!(:
AND THEN, the classic happened. I did a cp once again. Sometimes I get sick of myself for doing such stuff over and over again. As much as my brain tells me rationally that I shouldn't behave this way, that things are fine, that I should be a good girl and behave yet my heart always does the opposite. My heart takes my body into an incredible state of auto-pilot and my mouth starts spewing out nonsense that I myself can't believe that a sane woman would be uttering such things. My anxiety and worry burst through like a river against the dam and I couldn't handle my emotions in any better way than having them expressed as anger.
But I still don't like guys who club.
Amazingly, many of my beliefs and perspectives have survived through the test of time. So many years yet the things I hold onto, the beliefs I commit myself to, the ideals and the perspectives are still very much the same. Maybe I am slightly prehistoric, maybe I belong to the museum, but that's the way I am.
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SO! yesterday was shitty finance project day where we effectively sat inside the room for more than 6 hours doing the calculations on lengthy excel spreadsheet only to realise when we reached home that the first starting value was WRONG. So cynthia had to redo the whole part because we used the wrong value given to us by this other person who evaporated approximately 2 hours plus into the meeting. Come to think of it, his only contribution to the entire project was the aforementioned wrong value that resulted in the great loss of time spent. Other than that he was effectively MIA.
Met stef for dinner at ichiban boshi. I love catching up with my girl friends! They are such loves!:D:D It was the usual good food plus chit chat plus endless laughter plus cam whoring plus walk about after dinner combination that we indulged in last night.
But things took an unpleasant turn when I reached home. Firstly, I forgot that my twc journal was due at 12am so I was rushing furiously against time to write something decent and hoping desperately that vista doesn't screw up on me. I ended up submitting a measly write up with a word count of probably a quarter of this entry at about 11:57. Then cynthia realised that the wacc value in our finance calculations was wrong. She worked hard to correct it while I started a brand new spreadsheet and started computing the CFP all over again from scratch to double check with hers. Oh yes, thanks cyn so much for correcting the inaccurate values and doing the changes for assumptions. You really did a lot a lot for this project! I owe you one man. And your sis too! Help me say thanks!(:
AND THEN, the classic happened. I did a cp once again. Sometimes I get sick of myself for doing such stuff over and over again. As much as my brain tells me rationally that I shouldn't behave this way, that things are fine, that I should be a good girl and behave yet my heart always does the opposite. My heart takes my body into an incredible state of auto-pilot and my mouth starts spewing out nonsense that I myself can't believe that a sane woman would be uttering such things. My anxiety and worry burst through like a river against the dam and I couldn't handle my emotions in any better way than having them expressed as anger.
But I still don't like guys who club.