You make me wana..

Have you had someone walk by you and they smell like u wana hug ‘em? lolz! And wat of those that make u curse and and sneeze even after they left the scene already?

I was walking to a provision shop in the morning to get bread… I was still a lil groggy… and there was a lady who rushed past me .. to work i think. She had this tangy pepperish smell to her perfume …One whiff…and i cloudnt stop the sneezing.

No doubt i use perfumes too… i’m a more eau de toilette person. Cos i like it light. Heavy ones make my head spin and feel grumpy. Boils down to the concentration of the perfume.There are a few types of perfumes which vary in their concentrations. From the high concentration to the least:

• Perfume: also known as extractor or extrait perfume includes 15 – 40% perfume concentration. Apparently the purest form of perfume and also the most X.
• Eau de Parfum: Concentration’s about 7-15%. The most commonly sold commercially hence affordability is there. When sprayed on, it can last long.
• Eau de Toilette: This is my personal favourite. Has a concentration of 1-6%. So its light… known to linger ard you but not leave an impression behind the way those mentioned above do. The original intention for this perfume is to freshen/wake u up.
• Eau de Cologne: Sometimes also known as Eau de Toilette. However there is a diff between the two. Being,  the addition of citrus oils… (that answers the tangy pepperish thingy that makes me sneeze). So if u wana be my BF… forget abt ur fav Eau de Cologne. :p

And then there is the choice of fragrant… floral.. or fruity.. or tangy.. or masculine.. (etc… i am not an expert in it to list all of ‘em).The thing about fruity..Is like being so crazy about a guy and to eventually get bored of him when he’s finally urs(hehe! sorry abt the evil GF example). I kinda learned that thru getting a strawberry aroma oil.. i always loved it whenever I had a single passerby whiff.. and then when i had it to myself… i dont use it much.Floral’s tolerable provided its not strong.. My friend bought this random organic perfume from US.. from bathandbodyworks… “velvet tuberose” random name… but my unfortunate fav… cos i am definitely not gona get it again.

I think perfumes are very personal stuff. It totally reflects ur taste, style and personality. For me, I like sth floral, sweet with a touch of sophistication. I also think buying perfumes is a pesonal gift… so u have to be reaaallly close to that person at the least to be buying him or her one.

Ok enough of this random post. I shld be running off to buy a new bag to replace my torn one. i’m such a pichehkaari. pft.

Next on… sad stories of our yg accountants here…

hm… :)

post Mock updates

Yes!!! finally my very first 6 hr ordeal was over… i really dono wats worse… 8hrs worth of painstaking tattooing or 6 hrs of wrecking ur brain… Too bad my oni friendly face had to be in the other room… But the atmosphere wasnt too hostile… I still cld sms while doing the test… lolz!

So here’s how it functions.. The 6 hrs worth of CFA Level 1 Paper was split into 2 papers… each lasting as long as 3 hrs with an hr break in between. In the test, we’re testing all the topics at once. The relieving part is… They split the Qs up according to the various areas. E.g first 18 Qs were Ethics and the nxt 14 were Quatitative Analysis etc.The first paper started at 10, wasnt as bad as i thought till i reached the portfolio management realm. I was so disappointed to realized that most of the formulaes slipped my mind… and the the theory stuff i was so worried abt came thru like an innate thing. So i resorted to just multiplying and adding as per my fancy… and picking the closest option for the calculative ones… lolz! surprisingly… lady luck was one my side…. Only for the paper that is.. haiz. Anyways!!! I was done with the paper a lil b4 3 hrs… so i realized time was not a challenge at all… It was just about the answers… Stamina still seemed a lil intact too. I was liking it. So My friendly face and I went to subway grabbed a bite while bitchin abt the paper and wats yet to come. Thereafter, moved our reluctant hinds back to the venue. Ok so the 2nd paper was hell gates… Within the first 20 Qs already i was loosing it. My brain was screeching!! “HELL ITS JUST A MOCK! DUMP IT!” Exhausting… and my morale was running low cos the whacking answer frequency hiked! but i had to push it.. its now or never… and I dragged myself thru the paper… took my own sweet time.. and i finished the bloody marathon 15 min b4 time and took my leave at the soonest. How was it? Obvious right? lolz!

On the whole, it wasnt as bad as i thought it would be. Actually, theory Qs are a give away. They are  pretty ok if u know your stuff. Calculations can be tricky cos the question can go extremes its either u remember or u dont pft.(seems like there is a clear diff between knowing and remembering damn!!). Time was never an issue. However, Stamina is a serious problem. I also noticed that the first paper’s got a trend of being a tad bit easier than the 2nd. So I decided to Harvest while i can… Nail the first paper and do wat i can for the 2nd. Its not a far fetched thing to pass.BUT!! I definitely got loads to work on… it can be done. I’m pretty satisfied with how this thing turned out..

Wat followed wasn’t pleasing… so i head home…And i was greeted by pleasant faces and beautiful conversations … but sth still bugged me. Wat ever it is… I’m sure it will get better. Or so i hope.

Sunshine!! :D

I’ve had my happy pill for the day aft like eons!!!

Remember and trust me wen i say… u’re that lil strip of rainbow in my world. SO KEEP THAT SMILE UP!!

spare me…

Its a saturday… exactly a week b4 the mock. My revision status… *blank*. Every night i sleep with a promise that tmr morning Mr Mojo will be back. Unfortunately, he is as always a disappointment.

All of us at home… are not really up to our best… flu, revision and all..Dad had to absolutely choose today of all days to invite 15 guests for dinner. Cooking for them is a freakshow!! We feel like a kid anticipating a report card at this point. damn damn damn! i am totally not up for guest-sitting tonight. NO WAY! *point* nvr marry a guy who has a habit of inviting people over w/o warning.

I woke up with a particular scene in my head. Probably one of my worst fears. It was a boy. Perhaps 8 yrs old wearing uniform. White and Blue.. Undone buttons.. shorts crumpled and with signs of mud… bag badly in need of replacement… hanging loosely over his shoulders. He was walking back from sch… reaching his block… White and one boring dirty green stripe across the block… Towards a dumpster… Not a single living thing ard… but it didnt matter… he swung himself up the stairwell… a really dirty one.. with loads of vulgar writings and spittles … he didnt notice it at all for he was busy humming his favourite tune and fiddling his pocket for his keys. Walked down the corridor and reach a long old gate.. biege coloured and paint peeling off… he twisted the keys and it opened… Everything was dark.. noone was home. One table and one chair.. with one silver plate.. all empty.  The darkness embraced him… and even though his innards cringed… he kept his face straight…. it was the only thing he called home. Or so he was told. *blink*

I woke up. I didnt want to…

but i didnt dare go back to sleep either.

Love’s overated.. and friendship’s underated

Ok so i am officially 23 now… not the best of no.s to fancy … haha! the no. 23 has alot of.. hm… haha!  Birthday came… and passed like it was nothing much… The only significant part to it is the morning walks with jacky n his new fan. I always thought that my walks with jacky was my ME time… and under other circumstances i’d be pissed if anyone tried to intrude. But an old friend simply made his presence w/o even asking… like he was meant to be ard! haha… TRuth is… really… it generally kicks off my day rather well… to see jacky enjoying his co. a joy!

An unlikely acquaintance bloomed despite the awkwardness.

Over the week… I’ve been thinking… more like dealing with… not really dilemma… but.. just searching the line…

between friendship and watever more… or watever else… It a relieving to know… what exactly u want to be to a person the moment u hang out with him/her… be it right or wrong… its never grey like it used to be… part of the growing up process i think. or maybe its cos.. i have other plans..

Which reminds me… My day of judgement is nearing.. the CFA exam… if i fail… i’d probably be one of those dried meat for sale by jan.  Seriously… as the day passes … i feel like i might just bunk it… and sometimes i might just scrap thru..but definitely not flying colours…  The more i study the more depressed i get… the more i Qn the reason for this whole thing…. Its getting tougher by the minute … to remind myself… of the sequence as to how this HAS TO WORK!

Then i realize…  wat i do now… may just not be enough and *poof* everything reels out of grasp… there goes my life… my sleep. I’d be dead beat tired… and desperate to be left alone…. and  squeeze my eyes shut away from everything… only to be disturbed by the loudest of noises… my very own fluttering heart. bitch. What do i wake up to at this rate? a wet face creased with all the curses i mumble under my breath and the sounds of oblivion in the hall … I paste a freaking smile… bid the goodbyes and i’m back to sqaure one… to fend against the rest of the empty day.

So dont blame me when i tell… how the stupidest of things make my day. Somthing’s running out… watever it is… i need it.

 

The will to live.

How long more… b4 it gets normal?

Ok.. wait… is there such a thing?

I was gona blog alot more. But i lost it.

i’m not asking for answers.

Just don make it too difficult for me to get to them…

Hello people, been long.

NewS: Pushpa aka Pam aka *other explicit names* has opened a new blog. And i have linked her.

I was rather surprised that she has started her own blog. She usually was nvr the type who believed in truely expressing ur thoughts and emotions openly. She was a more… need-to-know basis kinda a person. Although it sometimes annoys me cos it leaves me guessing… its something i admire in her. It is but one of the many things i admire abt her. If i had half the strength she has… i’d be… whoa! Speaking of her… she and i went for a sambal stingray last night. It has been eons since i really went out with her that way. Mst of the time… i end up slacking/sleeping at her place. A spontaneous quality time… i wana do again. As for e sambal stingray…. Shiok i tell u. There is a small Hawker centre opposite Bras Bersah Complex. They have a veg stall there… darn good. A must must try. Their mock meat dishes taste like the real thing. I looove their tomyam fried rice.

CFA’s mock exam is on the 14 th nov. My revn is moving rapidly… but i have no idea how its gg to turn out. Hopefully i do well and not too well so that i am better prepared for the real one on the 6th Dec. Freaking  6 hrs… god bless me with the stamina. Although there is a 2 hr break half way, i heard that fatigue sets in and the frustration tempts u to whack the answers unless u no them damn well.

SPending my time alone here at home has helped me think alot about wat I really need or want. What really affects me and wats actually important to me. Many times i have wished to have some time alone.. and i never had. Now i do… and its like cold turkey. U know u are feeling cleared… but the emptiness drives u up. I also learned one more thing… a day spent wastefully flies in a blink… and a day spent fruitfully lasts reeeaaally long.  I also learn to put a stop and break the rules here and there. Its an essential to keep myself undull haha if there is such a word.  how and wat i do … remains  secret. i’ll leve it to ur imagination…

No matter where you are in life… or how high up u are… remember wat you were once before that. The mistakes u did will continue to haunt you… Face it and take pride in it. Cos it takes a person with a clear conscience today… to feel that way. Yes…  i havent been the most goody of gals when i was yger. I have my secrets too. I dont think there is any one person who completely knows everything abt me. Which is sad. Anyways, I’d rather make those mistakes then … wen i cld afford to… than to do so now. Although its not obvious… I know karma is still getting back at me for it or thats wat i tell myself. I couldnt think up any other excuse for all that is gg on. Although i feel bad… that all this is happening .. i dont regret anything. I’m just waiting for the accounts to balance up. Right after, I know that a clean slate’s on the way… and i have already started fresh. This time… even if things go wrong… i no i wont take a sad look behind.

my bro is getting comical… thats news

He recently got himself a car. Like finally!!! its a Hyundai Avante Sport. Ok i am not too well versed with cars… i is a typical accountant la.

So we were discussing about getting a pooja done for the new vehicle and realised that we need a kutti vinayagar for dashboard.

So the conv went like this:

Bro: Hey i saw my friend who has a subaru … put his pillayar facing outside. Howcome we put it the other way?

Me: I don’t no… Does it matter? What ever deems fit for us la. As long as we have one after all the pooja in the car i guess.

Bro: Then might as well i put it at the back right? Since most of the accidents happen from the rear.

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கனவினில் பூதிடும் பூக்களை கைகளால் பறித்திட முடியுமா?

Damn you! 4 making me think as hard as i do…

&

Thank you! 4 reminding me of my priorities…

வெளியே சொல்லா ரகசியமாய்…
என் நென்ஜில் உறுத்துகிராய் நீ…

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