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Sunday, December 28, 2008
7:36 PM

Shears

i am playing IHG for Temasek. and when one asks why, i find myself incapable of explaining it. perhaps i have delved into the balance sheets of what Sheares really is, getting ploinked on the head by a couple of har gao and siew mai in the process.
but alas! deep inside, i know that every hall is the same.

Temasek would fundamentally also be a money-making organisation, with schemes like Chancellor Shield which not only protects Mr Chancellor from the fire-breathing dragon, but also to seek donations of time and money from students near and far.

but at least i cannot confirm it for the latter. how would you expect me to play for the orange name on my back, much as i love the colour but detest the name in its very etiological sense?

so now, when one asks why. i feel like a parent trying to explain sex to a four year old kid. condescending but true, wise but sad. and i wonder. if that speaks true of all things in the world.

the voices in my head-

Friday, December 12, 2008
11:39 PM

Disney Horses

we were on the carousel when my girl placed the bag on the floor.

"ain't you afraid it would be left behind when the horses gallop away?"
"oh ya" she exclaimed, as she scuttled to pick her bag up.

no wonder they say Disney is the land of fun and laughter.

Disney Magic Kingdom

the voices in my head-

Saturday, December 06, 2008
11:46 PM

Agency Cost

corporate business finance. i learnt that the agency cost of equity encompasses a free cash flow hypothesis. this hypothesis says that an increase in dividends should benefit the stockholders by reducing the ability of managers to pursue wasteful activities - and this is because it is in the innate nature of humans to spend more luxuriously when the costs are shared amongst many.

life on exchange. i am irked when i see my roommates leave the lights on, a shared electrical bill after all. i also burn in strong resentment when dishes are left unwashed and no one cleans the floor, it is after all a shared duty but borne by one. and the magical dustbin that empties itself, not a word of thanks.
i grumble like an old man with his balls to the floor, toddling the broom in one hand, the trash bag in another. but as it all comes to an end, why so serious?

as i seek to dig the splinter off the floor, the rotten plank gives way in putridity. i slip and fall and my balls tumble around, and i realise.
its not so much about the unswitched lights or the uncleared rubbish but my attitude on a fair game. we live together so we should draw up a roster that dictates who to clean what at when. we pay the same bill so we should use the same amount of electricity. and we throw 172.430 grams of rubbish per day so we should clear it on a rotational basis.

perhaps the principle on fair game does not hold at times. graciousness amidst open communication wins the day. after all, my balls tell me in much retrospective self reflection, i too suffer from the free cash flow hypothesis.
i plan more expensive road trips when the rent and fuel is shared by more. i suggest crazy expenditures for my F&B business split naught just by me. and boo hoo hoo with a tad of honesty, i would probably not clean-floor-clear-rubbish-wash-dishes if i weren't obsessive compulsive in nature.

so i see, business corporate finance can be applied to the tender pursual of beatitude. in lesser news, the cookies we shared from tiff's treats are so ambrosial that a diet-conscious triathlete would down twenty at a go.

the voices in my head-

Monday, December 01, 2008
1:18 AM

Facebook

i was just wondering the other day, what would happen to one's Facebook account if he died.

would friends start plastering wall posts in memory of happy times? would photos that should have never seen the light of day be dug up and posted, in somewhat a parting shot?

painfully so, would Facebook remind one's friends of his birthday the following year? and ignorant friends would then shout out happy birthday amidst condolences. and i wondered, if there should be a status for single, married and even it's complicated, what about dead?
or perhaps i was just wondering in vain. nobody would know, nor would they bother. the account would be left to hibernate, and eventually follow the registrant in his death.

funny, how some things surpass the source in mortality. as if the inside were bigger than the outside. much like Matrix. much like Narnia.
much like life.

the voices in my head-