The Wannabe Economist

Quoting Henry Ford,

“If you think you can, you can. And if you think you can’t, you’re right.”

I like this quote.

So some might already know, i am currently interning at a well-known MNC located in the Eastern part of the island.

This is nothing like “The Simple Life: Internship”. I don’t get to talk to my boss and comment “that’s hot”. Neither do i get to play pranks on people in the office. This is just your normal Joe’s 9am to 6pm job.

Truth is, this job isn’t what i had originally wanted. This is the third internship that i applied before i got a company that accepted me. The one that i really wanted was with the corporate affairs department of a local public listed group.

Given a choice, i would prefer writing and talking than staring at numbers and letters that string into a code that just won’t make any cow sense to me. Not that i am not a cow for that matter. It just won’t make sense.

Luckily i am borned with great patience for detail works and thus, i don’t mind the job. Plus this job is accompanied by the provision of nice enviroment in a big office. There is free flow of milo. My cube is hugh, my drawers are big and my air-plane luggage cabins are cool too. What more can i ask for when they even gave me a telephone line that i can call my own. Plus a lappy that is generations before mine.

Did i forgot to mention free flow of milo?

Muahaha…

The whole of today i had only consumed 3 cups of milo and one muffin. I am going to slim down. Fast. 3 more days before i leave the island for a short break. Better get back my once existed abs for photo taking at the hotel swimming pool.

A few weeks ago, just as i was warming up to the idea of having the car over the weekends and started to think that all Singaporean are well off, i saw this old lady eating something from a worn wrapper in the middle of a large pile of cardboard. . To top off the shock for the complacent me, i was in CBD then and it was only 8 am on a busy weekday. Mrs Chongky and i just had breakfast and were on the way to 7-eleven to get mochi. Talking about good life, eh.

Something weird stuck me when i saw the old lady. I wanted to shake it off, but i wasn’t successful. I could have drove off straight away to sleep or to slack. But something made me went back to the food centre to get a simple fish congee for her. A simple fish congee to her is something that she is so glad to have.

In her own words, “ni mai zhe yang hao gay wo chi wo you chi”. Translating it, since you bought so good food for me i would eat it.

She told me she was eating biscuit already, as she looked at me with appreciation and bits of biscuit all over her face.

Just as we pull our hair out over our options to dine in when we were in town, did it ever occur to us that the amount we would spend in Crystal Jade would be able to buy that old lady food for more than one whole day?

No. I am so spoilt that i do not realise that less better off people are right in the midst of us. Yes it does occur to me how expensive things are and how i don’t mind spending my money. But i simply ignore the implications of my actions.

Just because we are on land, it doesn’t make us any less vulnerable. Putting ourselves in the open sea in a single kayak, yes we feel the stress. We feel how small we are in the cradle of Mother Nature. How about on land then? Are we any less vulnerable? Ain’t we all tiny compared to the size of the land? Out in the open sea, being in a group can make us feel complacent about the danger that we face in the wild, are we fucking complacent now that we are on land in the middle of the large ass crowd on a tiny island?

I wanted to go back to look for that old lady again, to buy her breakfast or coffee, and listen to her story. She seem alone and vulnerable. Don’t we all feel especially vulnerable when we are alone?

I bet ya don’t know this. “That’s hot” is actually successfully trademarked by Paris Hilton.

That’s hot.

Dear all, let me introduce my new best friend to you. Forget Mrs Chongky, the all time best friend and soulmate and partner (hopefully for life).

Meet Dolce & Gabbana Gold Razor.

My new best friend (NBF) is also known as the “special edition”, clone of the “limited edition”. Except NSB is not the exact clone. It is not borned with video of history of D&G or the unique serial number engraved on the back.

But still, it is borned with the same sliding box in gold and silver, the same colour and words of it’s parents D&G at the back, and the same wallpaper.

It does come with the D&G hp chain too!

Well when i have the time to upload the pictures from my phone then you will see what i’m talking about.

In the meantime, go hunt down me or Mrs Chongky with gold object hanging down from our neck. MUAHAHA…

If someone is always on your mind, you won’t forget to send a sms to that person.

Would you?

The only song that can make me feel cheerful.

Mayday - Lian ai ING

The Five Love Languages

My primary love language is probably
Physical Touch
with a secondary love language being
Quality Time.

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Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don’t understand our partner’s requirements, or even our own. We all have a “love tank” that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others.

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Summer holiday is coming to an end. Prematurely. Just when everyone says year 1 can slack etc, i gave my best shot at all the internship opportunity and i got what i asked for. Not exactly near to home or in the best area, but the name of the company and the nature of the job are something which i believe will add value to myself.

That’s what really matters, isn’t it?

When companies are reluntant to hire year 1s as interns, i got mine at an MNC. Isn’t that something to cheer about?

Hey wait please don’t stand up and cheer for me now in the middle of the night and wake everyone up. Just like what Sabby the half bestie used to do at night when we talk online. Except that she didn’t cheer, she always laughed at the computer.

Since i found a reason to be happy about, Mrs Chongky and i gladly skipped gym, and went to find outselves food to stuff us rounder.

And we ended up at Sakae Sushi and had buffet.

Ok this picture was taken a while ago. There is even more unglam ones, but i’m not in the picture so i am not in a good position to show you guys.

Something which we agree that it is what both of us enjoy. In order of preference, the activities that we both love to do together:

1) Having buffet
2) Rock climbing

It’s a strange night. Yes it is.

By the way, Aust wine sucks. Especially this Jindalee Cabernet Sauvignon 2003. I don’t taste blackberry AT ALL.

I feel kinda weird at the moment. Just a passing feeling. I will be fine again in the day. I’m still feeling the happiness, from finding one common activity that we both enjoy. Never thought that after all these wild i would go back to give my best shot at climbing again. And i never thought that Mrs Chongky would love it too.

And i swear she has the flair for it. She is good.

Unlike the round, fat Mr Chongky.