Cosco

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Made a call to buy at 2.20 intraday support.
90% guts+10%momentum reading.
SS made my day w her support. :)

I realised i have an exceptional interest in looking at stocks that behaved as if they have gotten into fits. I cant help but to make it a pt to call for a b/s in order to feel the random pangs that comes with holding loads of such positions that have the potential to swing you across the universe and back.

N i thought that i look towards having the stable life that i nv had but i forgotten abt... pari passu.
I have been thru too much to stay still.
Too stretched to stay unwounded.
Too high to always stay above.
Too low and unable to crack below.
My inertia will keep me going thru cycles after cycles and thats truly me. one who enjoys the ride, be it in hell or up in heaven.

bee

u realised that life goes on too soon too fast. and when it comes, it sweeps you away.
sometimes you will be on a surfing board and cruise along and sometimes you drown and got your bones crushed by the undercurrents.

I thank God that a certain level of pain i felt in my earlier years made me to be such a grateful being now. That as im riding the waves, im appreciating the fact that im so lucky and so happy. just happy. period.

many things had happened and its all plain good.

To flying J:
im glad that life took a turn and we now can see clearer how it is to live it to one that would be larger than it seems. there is just so much in store for us. and i really wan to pen this down. that whatever happens next. we will always look to this entry and tell ourselves that our life was great, is greater and gonna be the greatest. love you my fren.

its the short spurts in life that allow us sneak peeks occasionally into the wonderful side of simply being allowed to live. i got my bonus recently and it was unbelievable. less of the money though. more of the realisation that personality truly sells and not only that, it commands a premium.

I have been so busy. Happily busy.

Fundamental changes

Despite physical property prices lagging the region, Spore bellwether prop stocks have outpaced peers in the region. Outperformance could be attributed to capital mkt pricing in forward property px increase and casino/BFC premium but actual rentals have not increased materially to support the current rise in capital values. Prop valuations unsettled the fragile sentiment of the mkt as the sector collapsed some 3.8%.

Someone asked me that day whether ZZ is my gf and i said 'no', She replied saying that 'yah, can see she's not your type'. I really wonder how some ple ''see'' my type.

Someone commented that im so in the right job.

Be a realist

I think the human brain is such powerful tool. It can led one into thinking that one is none other than super-wonder woman and the whole world must bow to her. Be a realist, i would say. Cos, truth is, if you are not rich, powerful, highly educated, good-looking, no one will actually take your 'concerns' into consideration. In the end, a laughing stock is born.

desert

Im currently in a desolated desert, plagued by the lack of words to express how my life is now. I need to find the oasis to quench my thirst for jotting down the unique roller coaster ride that im on now.

I realised that I love versatility, embrace diversity and am enjoying the ride of my life time right now.

Opp costs

Two days of leave + an underlying bullish mkt = unhappy monkey

I hate to miss any trades. The opportunity cost weighs on me like tonnes of lead hanging loosely and leaning against my ribs, slowing caving it in. i can hardly breathe.

love stories

I love to read and i Thank God for that. It's one effective way to calm myself down and jam brake me to an abrupt but sure stop. I can keep my fleeting brain cells in check and line them for sermons that i want to receive. They say the type of materials you read would be deposited in ur subconscious mind and would slowly manifest themselves. NO wonder i cant freaking be in love! i need to read some melodramatic , earth -shaking , till death do us part kind of love stories. ermm...i need to start with idiot guide to love stories . . . im sure there is one.

sundays

It was another sat night. I drank and danced and drank and danced and puked when I got home. Woke up at 9 this morning in a comfortable daze. My brain wasnt working, I couldnt think. The pulses left were used to feel the love of a deary fren who has given in to my unreasonable demand.

I love waking up to sundays. Especially the drizzily ones. I would smoke and look out of the window, thinking of nothing. Simply high on the fresh breeze with some sprinkles of dews on my face. After two bottles of water, i got myself back and thought of the lil wide-eyed puppy. She was licking her owner in such lovely fashion and i was smiling. I could almost see her cross the line to land of contentment where she would lay under blanket bliss. I can finally read now.

I think painting is therapeutic. More so when its with the silhoette of someone you love against rainbow flowers.