Exam, Banks & Love
W00t, and today I am done with one of my CT papers, now to see what's the result.
Dear God, please let me pass. I'm happy with just a pass, really!
Anyways...
I should really come up with an entry, but I don't know what to write! Shock! Horror! Heresy! Apparently people say that I bullshit a lot(which is evidently true), but it seems writing is a little I've lost over the years of cramming random digits and formulae into my brain. It's just that with time constrains, it's been really hard to work on writing down my thoughts(interestingly I used to keep a handwritten diary, but now it's been locked away in the depths of my cupboard.)
To make life easier, I will segregate the topics into individual titles, just so that I don't fly off talking about other crap.
CT Exam
Like I mentioned earlier, I had sat for a paper this morning, which is the CT1: Financial Mathematics. As the number it's being denoted(CT being an abbreviation for Core Technical), it's the first paper in the CT series. All 8 in total for the first part. I expected to be dead, but after actually working on the paper, I do think I will at least, AT LEAST get a pass. It wasn't as hell as I had expected, but I did forget to take in consideration the taxable part of the income flow in several bits. Thank goodness I noticed it before I made a whole shit of calculations. However the marker's gonna go, 'WTF, arrows everywhere,'
I took the paper at British Council Malaysia in Selangor Dredging building in KL. Nice place, wish I could work there. The air smelt fresh and clean because of the greenery and the water fountain in the middle. It is a bad way to describe it, but I find no other word which could describe the moment of utmost euphoria I had then.
The place smells of SMEXY SEX.
Before you all start thinking that orgies are regular occurrences there, no sorry to disappoint. This is just how I express myself. And ooooh, I must mention this, the people there are sexy! The boys and the girls alike! :D What a refreshing view to take in to ease my tired eyes after weeks of being deprived of hot people.
Rant on Banks
Just last week, I got a bit emotional on the subject of banks. I find it absolutely ridiculous that, in this age of computers and advance technology, in order to close an account, one needs to go back to the bank branch where they first opened the account in.
Excuse me? Weren't the records all computerised?
It is preposterous! I refuse to believe that banks can't do a bloody phone call and system update! Say that I'm from Sarawak and working in KL, do they REALLY expect me to go back ALL THE WAY to Sarawak just so that I could close an account? Who's gonna compensate on my air ticket?! The bank? All I wanted to do is just close my account! I have my ID, I am there in person at a bank branch! It's good enough information to close a bloody account.
God damnit really.
Funnily, I had this same funny story when I TRY to OPEN an account.
I currently live near Shah Alam, so obviously I went to the Shah Alam bank branch to get things done. (What? People expect me to spend a 20 minutes drive and RM2.20 for toll to open an account?). I happen to live in Petaling Jaya before(still do in some ways tho), but I figured that I shouldn't have any issues opening an account, my company provided me a letter to help in account opening. Therefore there is no frauds going on, the bank could've called up my employer to verify who I am in the worst case senario.
"Go to the PJ branch and open there," <---- the response I got.
Honestly...
Love Life
Sif I have one, HA.
Well, alas, I really do not have one...well...at least one which is of a mutual type. Much of my love life is basically just one-sided loves and rejections(alas...). I remember back then when I was young, I was a believer of 'THERE'S A PERSON OUT THERE JUST FOR ME. THERE IS ONLY ONE. WE ARE LIKE, MADE FOR EACH OTHER ONLY', but gradually I started to abandon that belief, especially after I developed crushes after crushes(and getting over them without much being done in many cases).
Ok, maybe it had something to do with losing someone who I had really, really, really wanted to be with. Maybe, possibly...quite likely? >.>;; I grew into a bitter woman from that, haha. Also, I kept rationalising that love is just the romanticised term for the human need to procreate(clearly from this statement, I lack colours and happiness in my life).
Fine, maybe I'm just trying to comfort myself over the loss, but it's bloody effective I tell ya!
On a side, I find it strangely amusing when people I'm not close to ask me whether I have a lover. Kinda like, wtf, I don't know you, why the shit should I tell you that?! Well at least that is my thought about it. Saying 'no' is starting to bore me, despite the fact that it's pretty much a standard answer which everyone would (rationally) use. Perhaps I should invent an elaborated, overblown false story to talk about, just for kicks.
Oh yes, I used to date this guy from my college, it was all good till he started to have an abnormal sexual interest in Lara Croft in Tomb Raider. I wasn't happy about it obviously, so I strayed around a bit without his knowledge to find other suitable candidates. One of them was a one-eyed goat with a peg leg, the other was a sister from this church near my apartment. We had a torrid love affair and even got to the point where we had sweaty, passionate lesbian sex on one of the large, ancient pedestal in the bush. The old woods provided a sylvan feel to our experience.
Now isn't that a better story to talk about? :D
Back to seriousness. I sorta have someone I'm rather interested in at the moment...2 actually. However both the persons themselves aren't really an obvious possibility. One of them is...but uh...not really, don't feel the absolute desire to want to be with him. The other I internally feel that our personality differences=won't work. Why rock the boat when I know it won't work hey? Bleh, life goes on...
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*Livejournal location detector says that I'm in Puchong, wth?*
Dear God, please let me pass. I'm happy with just a pass, really!
Anyways...
I should really come up with an entry, but I don't know what to write! Shock! Horror! Heresy! Apparently people say that I bullshit a lot(which is evidently true), but it seems writing is a little I've lost over the years of cramming random digits and formulae into my brain. It's just that with time constrains, it's been really hard to work on writing down my thoughts(interestingly I used to keep a handwritten diary, but now it's been locked away in the depths of my cupboard.)
To make life easier, I will segregate the topics into individual titles, just so that I don't fly off talking about other crap.
CT Exam
Like I mentioned earlier, I had sat for a paper this morning, which is the CT1: Financial Mathematics. As the number it's being denoted(CT being an abbreviation for Core Technical), it's the first paper in the CT series. All 8 in total for the first part. I expected to be dead, but after actually working on the paper, I do think I will at least, AT LEAST get a pass. It wasn't as hell as I had expected, but I did forget to take in consideration the taxable part of the income flow in several bits. Thank goodness I noticed it before I made a whole shit of calculations. However the marker's gonna go, 'WTF, arrows everywhere,'
I took the paper at British Council Malaysia in Selangor Dredging building in KL. Nice place, wish I could work there. The air smelt fresh and clean because of the greenery and the water fountain in the middle. It is a bad way to describe it, but I find no other word which could describe the moment of utmost euphoria I had then.
The place smells of SMEXY SEX.
Before you all start thinking that orgies are regular occurrences there, no sorry to disappoint. This is just how I express myself. And ooooh, I must mention this, the people there are sexy! The boys and the girls alike! :D What a refreshing view to take in to ease my tired eyes after weeks of being deprived of hot people.
Rant on Banks
Just last week, I got a bit emotional on the subject of banks. I find it absolutely ridiculous that, in this age of computers and advance technology, in order to close an account, one needs to go back to the bank branch where they first opened the account in.
Excuse me? Weren't the records all computerised?
It is preposterous! I refuse to believe that banks can't do a bloody phone call and system update! Say that I'm from Sarawak and working in KL, do they REALLY expect me to go back ALL THE WAY to Sarawak just so that I could close an account? Who's gonna compensate on my air ticket?! The bank? All I wanted to do is just close my account! I have my ID, I am there in person at a bank branch! It's good enough information to close a bloody account.
God damnit really.
Funnily, I had this same funny story when I TRY to OPEN an account.
I currently live near Shah Alam, so obviously I went to the Shah Alam bank branch to get things done. (What? People expect me to spend a 20 minutes drive and RM2.20 for toll to open an account?). I happen to live in Petaling Jaya before(still do in some ways tho), but I figured that I shouldn't have any issues opening an account, my company provided me a letter to help in account opening. Therefore there is no frauds going on, the bank could've called up my employer to verify who I am in the worst case senario.
"Go to the PJ branch and open there," <---- the response I got.
Honestly...
Love Life
Sif I have one, HA.
Well, alas, I really do not have one...well...at least one which is of a mutual type. Much of my love life is basically just one-sided loves and rejections(alas...). I remember back then when I was young, I was a believer of 'THERE'S A PERSON OUT THERE JUST FOR ME. THERE IS ONLY ONE. WE ARE LIKE, MADE FOR EACH OTHER ONLY', but gradually I started to abandon that belief, especially after I developed crushes after crushes(and getting over them without much being done in many cases).
Ok, maybe it had something to do with losing someone who I had really, really, really wanted to be with. Maybe, possibly...quite likely? >.>;; I grew into a bitter woman from that, haha. Also, I kept rationalising that love is just the romanticised term for the human need to procreate(clearly from this statement, I lack colours and happiness in my life).
Fine, maybe I'm just trying to comfort myself over the loss, but it's bloody effective I tell ya!
On a side, I find it strangely amusing when people I'm not close to ask me whether I have a lover. Kinda like, wtf, I don't know you, why the shit should I tell you that?! Well at least that is my thought about it. Saying 'no' is starting to bore me, despite the fact that it's pretty much a standard answer which everyone would (rationally) use. Perhaps I should invent an elaborated, overblown false story to talk about, just for kicks.
Oh yes, I used to date this guy from my college, it was all good till he started to have an abnormal sexual interest in Lara Croft in Tomb Raider. I wasn't happy about it obviously, so I strayed around a bit without his knowledge to find other suitable candidates. One of them was a one-eyed goat with a peg leg, the other was a sister from this church near my apartment. We had a torrid love affair and even got to the point where we had sweaty, passionate lesbian sex on one of the large, ancient pedestal in the bush. The old woods provided a sylvan feel to our experience.
Now isn't that a better story to talk about? :D
Back to seriousness. I sorta have someone I'm rather interested in at the moment...2 actually. However both the persons themselves aren't really an obvious possibility. One of them is...but uh...not really, don't feel the absolute desire to want to be with him. The other I internally feel that our personality differences=won't work. Why rock the boat when I know it won't work hey? Bleh, life goes on...
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*Livejournal location detector says that I'm in Puchong, wth?*