Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Skating

I celebrated the end of exams with a trip to the city with Alfred, Galvin, Rachel and Lily for some skating! There's really nothing quite like the feeling of gliding on ice in the middle of the city, with a concert in the background, and Christmas decorations all around =)

Oh and I didn't kill anyone skating also. Last year I nearly decapitated a good friend on the ice. But that's a different story. We remain in contact...

Murder on ice...

Putting on those skates (here come blisters)

L-R: Rachel, Lily, Galvin and I

Alfred and I (see Rachel, I post unglam pics of myself too!)

Alicia - A 1st yr law student from Birmingham. Skates pretty well*


The highlight: Alfred and Rachel skating**

* She managed to keep up with me as I took her around the rink. I can't skate slow, as it makes me lose balance for some reason - probably detrimental to my partner's balance =P

** The look on Alfred's face when i told him "In skating, speed is your friend. It's easier to keep balance when you're faster..." was priceless. Mind you, his skating wasn't bad la. He just needs to go faster =P

There

After the intense pressure of exams (all passed, hopefully), I finally managed to relax at 1030am Tuesday. I walked out of my IPL Oral Examination, shirt and tie soaked, hair dripping, and smiled =). Why was I wet? Glasgow weather decided to reassert itself on the one day I had to dress up. But it takes more than a little (ok a lot) of rain to wipe the smile of my face.

I met up with Wei Yao at Di Maggios (2nd time this week) for lunch. Aye... after 4 months, we caught up for the last time, and talked (as men do) about life.
Will miss you dude =)

Anyways, the food wasn't bad also (another thing very important to men). They had a 3 course Christmas lunch special for 12 pounds.
Does this look familiar Michie? Think herb sauce... =P
WY's dessert - I reckon my cousin's profiteroles are better though =)

Later post: Skating =)

Monday, December 15, 2008

Nearly there...

One more exam to go. One more.

Admittedly I nearly fell asleep in the Jurisprudence examination this morning. It probably wasn't the best idea to wake up at 630am to study. But thank God it's over.

After badminton tonight, it'll be IPL tomorrow. Well it shouldn't be that bad. Just an oral examination that I haven't started preparing for. Time to turn on the charm factor... =)

Mantra for the week: "I just want to pass!"

Thursday, December 11, 2008

1300?

At around 1230 today, I decided to check my exam timetable for the umpteenth time just to make sure today's IPL exam was actually at Bute Hall. Suddenly, it all clicked [lightbulb flicks on].

1300 does not imply 3pm (as I'd somehow assumed)... but rather a time much more proximate.

I got there on time. Just.

Oh, and happy 21st birthday Ashley. You're officially mature now, and it's all downhill from here haha. But every day's another day to live, laugh and love, so enjoy your big day. After all, each day comes by once. Just live each day to the fullest (and don't call me 'irritating' too often la) =D

Saturday, December 06, 2008

Status update

Relationally - the status quo remains the status quo.
Mentally - Studying (or at least trying to) - covered Domicile and Habitual Residence for IPL today, and prepared 1 Jurisprudence exam question. Not bad for a night's work I guess.

Physically - somehow I've added on 2kgs over this semester, which is probably not a bad thing. At the moment, legs are a tad sore after a 5km run on the treadmills. Right shoulder's crocked. Other than that, I've got the usual soreness that comes from a good gym session. And a splitting headache - nothing sleep can't fix.

The Random - I bought something very interesting today =) Guess?

Responsibilities - Passing those exams to avoid having to repay A$4000 to UWA. Planning family travel around Inverness, St Andrews, Glasgow, London and Paris. Some Christmas shopping (after exams). Surviving. Staying sane.

And in the midst of all that... keeping the faith.

Ultimately - I'm inspired.

Thursday, December 04, 2008

Random speeches.

Life and How to Survive - Adrian Tan (speech given at NTU)

I must say thank you to the faculty and staff of the Wee Kim Wee School of Communication and Information for inviting me to give your convocation address. It's a wonderful honour and a privilege for me to speak here forten minutes without fear of contradiction, defamation or retaliation. I say this as a Singaporean and more so as a husband.

My wife is a wonderful person and perfect in every way except one. She isthe editor of a magazine. She corrects people for a living. She has honed her expert skills over a quarter of a century, mostly by practising at home during conversations between her and me. On the other hand, I am a litigator. Essentially, I spend my day telling people how wrong they are. I make my living being disagreeable. Nevertheless, there is perfect harmony in our matrimonial home. That is because when an editor and a litigator have an argument, the one who triumphs is always the wife.

And so I want to start by giving one piece of advice to the men: when you've already won her heart, you don't need to win every argument. Marriage is considered one milestone of life. Some of you may already be married. Some of you may never be married. Some of you will be married. Some of you will enjoy the experience so much, you will be married many,many times. Good for you.

The next big milestone in your life is today: your graduation. The end of education. You're done learning. You've probably been told the big lie that "Learning is a lifelong process"and that therefore you will continue studying and taking masters' degrees and doctorates and professorships and so on. You know the sort of people who tell you that? Teachers. Don't you think there is some measure of conflict of interest? They are in the business of learning, after all. Where would they be without you? They need you to be repeat customers.

The good news is that they're wrong. The bad news is that you don't need further education because your entire life is over. It is gone.

That may come as a shock to some of you. You're in your teens or early twenties. People may tell you that you will live to be 70, 80, 90 years old. That is your life expectancy. I love that term: life expectancy.

We all understand the term to mean the average life span of a group of people. But I'm here to talk about a bigger idea, which is what you expect from your life.

You may be very happy to know that Singapore is currently ranked as the country with the third highest life expectancy. We are behind Andorra andJapan, and tied with San Marino. It seems quite clear why people in those countries, and ours, live so long. We share one thing in common: our football teams are all hopeless. There's very little danger of any of ourcitizens having their pulses raised by watching us play in the World Cup. Spectators are more likely to be lulled into a gentle and restful nap.

Singaporeans have a life expectancy of 81.8 years. Singapore men live to an average of 79.21 years, while Singapore women live more than five years longer, probably to take into account the additional time they need to spend in the bathroom. So here you are, in your twenties, thinking that you'll have another 40years to go. Four decades in which to live long and prosper. Bad news. Read the papers. There are people dropping dead when they're 50,40, 30 years old. Or quite possibly just after finishing their convocation. They would be very disappointed that they didn't meet their life expectancy.

I'm here to tell you this. Forget about your life expectancy. After all, it's calculated based on an average. And you never, ever want to expect being average. Revisit those expectations. You might be looking forward to working, falling in love, marrying, raising a family. You are told that, as graduates, you should expect to find a job paying so much, where your hours are so much, where your responsibilities are so much. That is what is expected of you. And if you live up to it, it will be an awful waste. If you expect that, you will be limiting yourself. You will be living your life according to boundaries set by average people. I have nothing against average people. But no one should aspire to be them. And you don't need years of education by the best minds in Singapore to prepare you to be average.

What you should prepare for is mess. Life's a mess. You are not entitled to expect anything from it. Life is not fair. Everything does not balance out in the end. Life happens, and you have no control over it. Good and bad things happen to you day by day, hour by hour, moment by moment. Your degree is a poor armour against fate. Don't expect anything. Erase all life expectancies. Just live. Your life is over as of today. At this point in time, you have grown as tall as you will ever be, you are physically the fittest you will ever be in your entire life and you are probably looking the best that you will ever look. This is as good as it gets.

It is all downhill from here. Or up. No one knows. What does this mean for you? It is good that your life is over. Since your life is over, you are free.

Let me tell you the many wonderful things that you can do when you are free. The most important is this: do not work. Work is anything that you are compelled to do. By its very nature, it is undesirable. Work kills.

The Japanese have a term "Karoshi", which means death from overwork. That's the most dramatic form of how work can kill. But it can also kill you in more subtle ways. If you work, then day by day, bit bybit, your soul is chipped away, disintegrating until there's nothing left. A rock has been ground into sand and dust. There's a common misconception that work is necessary.

You will meet people working at miserable jobs. They tell you they are "making a living". No, they're not. They're dying, frittering away their fast-extinguishing livesdoing things which are, at best, meaningless and, at worst, harmful. People will tell you that work ennobles you, that work lends you a certain dignity. Work makes you free. The slogan "Arbeit macht frei" was placed at the entrances to a number of Nazi concentration camps. Utter nonsense. Do not waste the vast majority of your life doing something you hate sothat you can spend the small remainder sliver of your life in modest comfort. You may never reach that end anyway.

Resist the temptation to get a job. Instead, play. Find something you enjoy doing. Do it. Over and over again. You will become good at it for two reasons: you like it, and you do it often. Soon, that will have value in itself.

I like arguing, and I love language. So, I became a litigator. I enjoy it and I would do it for free. If I didn't do that, I would've been in some other type of work that still involved writing fiction - probably a sports journalist.

So what should you do? You will find your own niche. I don't imagine you will need to look very hard. By this time in your life, you will have a very good idea of what you will want to do. In fact, I'll go further and say the ideal situation would be that you will not be able to stop yourself pursuing your passions. By this time you should know what your obsessions are. If you enjoy showing off your knowledge and feeling superior, you might become a teacher.

Find that pursuit that will energise you, consume you, become an obsession. Each day, you must rise with a restless enthusiasm. If you don't, you are working. Most of you will end up in activities which involve communication.

To those of you I have a second message: be wary of the truth. I'm not asking you to speak it, or write it, for there are times when it is dangerous orimpossible to do those things. The truth has a great capacity to offend and injure, and you will find that the closer you are to someone, the more care you must take to disguise or even conceal the truth.

Often, there is great virtue in being evasive, or equivocating. There is also great skill. Any child can blurt out the truth, without thought to the consequences. It takes great maturity to appreciate the value of silence.

In order to be wary of the truth, you must first know it. That requires great frankness to yourself. Never fool the person in the mirror. I have told you that your life is over, that you should not work, and that you should avoid telling the truth. I now say this to you: be hated. It's not as easy as it sounds. Do you know anyone who hates you? Yet every great figure who has contributed to the human race has been hated, not just by one person, but often by a great many. That hatred is so strong it has caused those great figures to be shunned, abused, murdered and in one famous instance, nailed to a cross. One does not have to be evil to be hated. In fact, it's often the case that one is hated precisely because one is trying to do right by one's own convictions.

It is far too easy to be liked, one merely has to be accommodating and hold no strong convictions. Then one will gravitate towards the centre and settle into the average. That cannot be your role. There are a great many bad people in the world, and if you are not offending them, you must be bad yourself. Popularity is a sure sign that you are doing something wrong.

The other side of the coin is this: fall in love. I didn't say "be loved". That requires too much compromise. If one changes one's looks, personality and values, one can be loved by anyone. Rather, I exhort you to love another human being. It may seem odd for me to tell you this. You may expect it to happen naturally, without deliberation. That is false.

Modern society is anti-love. We've taken a microscope to everyone to bring out their flaws and shortcomings. It far easier to find areason not to love someone, than otherwise. Rejection requires only one reason. Love requires complete acceptance. It is hard work - the only kind of work that I find palatable. Loving someone has great benefits. There is admiration, learning, attraction and something which, for the want of a better word, we call happiness.

In loving someone, we become inspired to better ourselves inevery way. We learn the truth worthlessness of material things. We celebrate being human. Loving is good for the soul. Loving someone is therefore very important, and it is also important tochoose the right person. Despite popular culture, love doesn't happen by chance, at first sight, across a crowded dance floor. It grows slowly, sinking roots first before branching and blossoming. It is not a silly weed, but a mighty tree that weathers every storm.

You will find, that when you have someone to love, that the face is less important than the brain, and the body is less important than the heart. You will also find that it is no great tragedy if your love is not reciprocated. You are not doing it to be loved back. Its value is to inspire you. Finally, you will find that there is no half-measure when it comes to loving someone. You either don't, or you do with every cell in your body,completely and utterly, without reservation or apology. It consumes you, and you are reborn, all the better for it.

Don't work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone. You're going to have a busy life.

Thank goodness there's no life expectancy.

A little beating about the Bush


Wednesday, December 03, 2008

What I did today (the day after)

100 - I realise that the reason I can't sleep is because I'm worried about exams. Get up and study for another 45 minutes, covering Jurisdiction in Contract and Delictual Cases. Head back to sleep.

800 - My personal alarm wakes me up. I snooze her =P

830 - Get up for real after the alarm wakes me up again. She's irrepressible, thank God.

930 - Prepare to skate to uni. Realise with relief that there's less ice today. Walk instead.

1005 - European Legal History Tutorial - free mince pies given by Dr Finlay. Feel slightly more relaxed about the upcoming exam (not due to the pies).

1100 - After the tutorial, I head to the library for some more IPL - this time covering choice of law in marriage (after checking sports news)

1305 - Jurisprudence tutorial. If you're wondering why I'm always late to classes, it's because unlike in Perth, classes start at 5 past and end 5 before the hour.

1335 - Tutorial finishes early as some ppl didn't make it to give their presentations. I face a tough decision: do I gym or do I study? Common sense unfortunately takes a back seat and I begin the walk to the Stevenson Building (Gym). Meet Mutinko (find out, amongst other things that he has a cousin in Perth and that he's a Christian).

1530 - Leave gym. Didn't really work out that hard today. Did the chin-ups, shoulder, chest, triceps and biceps. But didn't really feel 'in' today. Was grappling with a headache (and residual soreness from the night before). So... hmm maybe I've hit diminishing returns.

In response to Kristine:
  • Time spent in gym today: 100 minutes
  • Time spent studying thus far: 90 minutes.

1600 - Grab some afternoon tea - fixed a bacon and cheese omelette. Egg tally for the day: 3. Proceed to complete MLH Essay =)

1800 - Head to cell, guitar in tow. Slightly more slippery this time. Arrive, and practice for worship with Rachel (our budding pianist). She's come on leaps and bounds. Last week was only her first time, and today the improvement was tangible. Awesome for a girl who doesn't have a piano to practice on.

Songs for the day:
  • All who are thirsty (G) - http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=oCwDtSFMjdw&feature=related
  • You are my world (G) - http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=gX36X1lTjiw
  • In Christ Alone (C) - http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=dDCdGPJQ-hM

Got piano, will play

1900: Have dinner (we all take turns to cook). This week it was Wei Yao's turn. On the menu: spaghetti and Ikea meatballs - not bad, except that I'd had spaghetti twice in the last 3 days. Needless to say, I didn't take the leftovers.
My poser of a cell leader =)

1930: Cell starts... no need to say much la. It was another good meeting =).

Gordon first got our thoughts re the semester just gone by and shared re future plans. We discussed what a church we would want to go to would look like:
And no - i wasn't the one who suggested 'good looking ppl' [Jason]

Wei Yao then shared from Mark 4:26-7. Turns out the passage isn't just evangelistically-focused. The seed is also God's word in our hearts. The first chapter of the gospel of John describes the word as made flesh. In other words - Jesus is that seed in our hearts.

As Wei Yao was sharing, I realised something. Seeds need to be buried underground, in the darkness, under pressure from the surrounding soil to grow. To grow, they must fight gravity and head towards the sun. I realise that that's kind of like us. God gives us a word/promise, and often life will bury us straight after. It's so easy to crumble under that pressure.

The thing is, without pressure, there can be no growth. Eg gymming - muscle growth is impossible without some form of resistance. In any case, there's life even in that dark. Jesus lives inside us. And the promise from this passage is that even if we don't know it (for whether the farmer sleeps or gets up), we're growing as long as He's with us.

Pastor Gordon (the white guy figuring out his moble) and Caleb

This was Jason's last cell with us as he heads back to Sg on Saturday. Unfortunately I can't catch up with him there as he returns to Glasgow on the 6th. Will miss you mate. Take care and I hope next sem is better for you =)
He needs a haircut more than I do =P

2230: Wei Yao sends me and Rachel back. There ends another great day in Glasgow =)

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

What I did today

820: Alarm rings - Snooze - then get up and reset it to 900

900: Alarm rings - reset it to 920

920: Get up... decide to take time shaving and actually use a mirror this time. Take a relaxed shower. Unlike Kristine, I didn't take pics of me when I wake up. After all, this is a family friendly site.

940: Fix breakfast. Greet housemates. Fix lunch. mmm bacon sandwich... =)


1030: Set off to uni. Take one step onto road, and owing to icy conditions, end up inadvertently skating to Glasgow University.

1103: Arrive at IPL Lecture... complain about ice to classmates, who nod knowingly.

1155: Stagger out of lecture. Watch Michael nearly slip down the stairs - darn that ice! Eat lunch (the aforesaid sandwich).

1220: Head to Law Workshop to study. End up spending 30 mins checking email, sports news etc. Did some IPL study though.

1420: Head to gym. Tough routine today. Did 3 sets of chin-ups and dips, followed by some pectoral flies. Then Big G walked in and I worked out with him for another hour. After he left, I also went to the changeroom to get my stuff. Then realised that I could probably work out abit more. Stay for another 20 mins

1530: Head to Somerfield for some supplies. Skate home - still icy.

1545: At corner of Winton Drive, ice forces me into an inadvertent pirouette. Manage to gracefully recover balance though use of a dustbin, and in the same move, extend supporting hand to cute girl falling over behind me [smooth]. She thanks me.

1600: Get home, walking/skating slowly. Realise that the only way to get anywhere is to walk on the road and hope noone hits you. The sun sets rapidly. Proceed to hit the books + MSN. Prepare worship for cell.

2000: Dinner - leftover spaghetti, garlic bread. Cup of Ovaltine. Decided to keep it simple tonight. Quebecois housemates return from Tescos with enough supplies for a month, it seems. Mohan tells me that apparently the salt bins outside are for us to melt the ice with. I told him that I thought it was just to make us feel better about slipping around as we'd think we were doing something about it. Laughs his head off. Didn't think I was that funny. Contemplate taking wooden board and snowboarding down Botanic Gardens hill (will try it this weekend).

2100: Hit the books again. Procrastinate. Read sports news.

2300: Blogging. I will study... soon

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Random postings

I'll post up on my trip to Barcelona later. With exams in 3 weeks, admittedly my priorities are getting a little skewed. I've gone to the gym 3 times this week already just to relax and blow off some steam. Tonight's session was with Gordon and Alfred, and the Big G put both us skinny Malaysian boys through our paces... it was a tough night of gymming (especially as I'd run 5km and gymmed the day before). Then again, I managed to bench 45kg today (I only discovered today that the bar actually weighs 20kgs itself!).

I was famished after I got home. It was 9pm and all I'd eaten for the day was an egg sandwich for lunch). Tonight's dinner was very satisfactory
Soy sauce chicken, chicken soup and rice

Actually the soy sauce chicken was really easy to knock up - some shallots, ginger, soy sauce and water. And the chicken, obviously.
Don't ask why I had time to garnish it with spring onion. I was starving, but hey, food is art =)

Mohan was cooking at the same time, and we ate together: the Chinese guy with his Chinese food and the Indian guy with his curry and home-made chapattis. Actually it's quite funny when you think about it... multiculturalism in action
Nic. Stop taking pictures and EAT!

Anyways, I'll leave you with a few snaps of Barcelona:
Our favourite building in Barcelona. It's anatomically correct.

View from the Cathedral

This is my favourite shot - Pigeons attack kid in Placa Catalunya =)

Monday, November 24, 2008

A man should know where he stands.

Whilst in the midst of deciding what units to take next year at UWA, I browsed through the handbook to find:

LAWS3364 Criminal Procedure: The Trial Process [UG]


The availability of units in Semester 1, 2, etc. was correct at the time of going to press but may be subject to change.

Credit: 6 points Availability: Semester 1 Old unit code: 200.364

Outcomes: Students are able to (1) identify the key pieces of legislation relating to the procedure of criminal law; (2) apply key sections of the legislation to factual situations and explain their consequences; (3) apply key case law with legislation to factual situations and explain their consequences; (4) interpret key sections of that legislation, both discussed and not discussed in class; (5) integrate principle and policy arguments in relation to fundamental procedural considerations with current and proposed procedural rules; (6) draft in plain English key procedural documents and forms; (7) justify their position as a lawyer in the criminal justice system; and (8) stand at the correct end of the bar table in their first court appearance.

And yes, I've decided to enrol in this unit.

A man should know where he stands after all.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Confirmed tail ender

After a mad few weeks of assessments, this week finally returned to normal... after Wednesday's Medieval Legal History exam. Have had a quiet weekend, just doing some reading (for fun) and playing cricket. We had our last game for the season today as some of the guys are returning to India/Singapore.
Back row (L-R) - Sharath, Newton, Nishit, Fazi, Afaar, Alinda, Ram, Pradeep, Hasan. Front row - Omar and I

There's nothing quite like being the only Aussie guy in an Indian cricket game. Chasing 65 from just 8 overs, the last game was a foregone conclusion. I'd watched a succession of wickets fall in front of me, and I was the last batsman left. I needed oh, about 30 runs from 12 deliveries.

The recent Australia-India Test matches come to mind - 8 Indian fielders (including one guy with a helmet) surround the Aussie tail-ender*. An off-spinner stares him down from the other end. Talk about pressure eh? We weren't going home until I got out.

I have the dubious honour of being the last wicket taken for the 2008 season:

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I've got to work on that cut shot**.

What can I say? Indians love their cricket. Most of them are pretty good at it. They're friendly guys as well. All in all, the cricket experience, and getting to know some very friendly guys is something I'll remember fondly from my time in Glasgow.

If you guys are ever in Perth, do drop me a line =)

* for those less cricket-inclined, the tail end batsman is the worst batsman in the team. What this means is 2 things: (1) he normally bats last, when all the good batsmen are gone, and (2) fielders normally stationed near the boundary suddenly move a lot closer.

** Mis-hit cut shots have gotten me out twice in 2 days
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Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Another reason a finance degree is useful

This appeared on Craig's List

What am I doing wrong?

Okay, I'm tired of beating around the bush. I'm a beautiful (spectacularly beautiful) 25 year old girl. I'm articulate and classy. I'm not from New York. I'm looking to get married to a guy who makes at least half a million a year. I know how that sounds, but keep in mind that a million a year is middle class in New York City , so I don't think I'm overreaching at all.

Are there any guys who make 500K or more on this board? Any wives? Could you send me some tips? I dated a business man who makes average around 100 - 150. But that's where I seem to hit a roadblock. 150,000 won't get me to central park west. I know a woman in my yoga class who was married to an investment banker and lives in Tribeca, and she's not as pretty as I am, nor is she a great genius. So what is she doing right? How do I get to her level?

Here are my questions specifically:

- Where do you single rich men hang out? Give me specifics- bars, restaurants, gyms

-What are you looking for in a mate? Be honest guys, you won't hurt my feelings

-Is there an age range I should be targeting (I'm 25)?

- Why are some of the women living lavish lifestyles on the upper east side so plain? I've seen really 'plain jane' boring types who have nothing to offer married to incredibly wealthy guys. I've seen drop dead gorgeous girls in singles bars in the east village. What's the story there?

- Jobs I should look out for? Everyone knows - lawyer, investment banker, doctor. How much do those guys really make? And where do they hang out? Where do the hedge fund guys hang out?

- How you decide marriage vs. just a girlfriend? I am looking for MARRIAGE ONLY

Please hold your insults - I'm putting myself out there in an honest way. Most beautiful women are superficial; at least I'm being up front about it. I wouldn't be searching for these kind of guys if I wasn't able to match them - in looks, culture, sophistication, and keeping a nice home and hearth.




THE ANSWER

Dear Pers-:

I read your posting with great interest and have thought meaningfully about your dilemma. I offer the following analysis of your predicament. Firstly, I'm not wasting your time, I qualify as a guy who fits your bill; that is I make more than $500K per year. That said here's how I see it.

Your offer, from the prospective of a guy like me, is plain and simple a crappy business deal. Here's why. Cutting through all the B.S., what you suggest is a simple trade: you bring your looks to the party and I bring my money. Fine, simple. But here's the rub, your looks will fade and my money will likely continue into perpetuity...in fact, it is very likely that my income increases but it is an absolute certainty that you won't be getting any more beautiful!

So, in economic terms you are a depreciating asset and I am an earning asset. Not only are you a depreciating asset, your depreciation accelerates! Let me explain, you're 25 now and will likely stay pretty hot for the next 5 years, but less so each year. Then the fade begins in earnest. By 35 stick a fork in you!

So in Wall Street terms, we would call you a trading position, not a buy and hold...hence the rub...marriage. It doesn't make good business sense to "buy you" (which is what you're asking) so I'd rather lease. In case you think I'm being cruel, I would say the following. If my money were to go away, so would you, so when your beauty fades I need an out. It's as simple as that. So a deal that makes sense is dating, not marriage.

Separately, I was taught early in my career about efficient markets. So, I wonder why a girl as "articulate, classy and spectacularly beautiful" as you has been unable to find your sugar daddy. I find it hard tobelieve that if you are as gorgeous as you say you are that the $500K hasn't found you, if not only for a tryout.

By the way, you could always find a way to make your own money and then we wouldn't need to have this difficult conversation.

With all that said, I must say you're going about it the right way. Classic "pump and dump."
I hope this is helpful, and if you want to enter into some sort of lease, let me know.

____________
Rob Campbell
J.P.Morgan
Diversified Industrials Investment Banking
277 Park Avenue, 16/F, New York , NY 10172

Monday, November 10, 2008

Loch Lomond

The highlight of last weekend was a trip to the gorgeous Loch Lomond.
Here's the castle where we stayed - it's now the Loch Lomond Youth Hostel. Apparently the grounds used to be the site of a hunting lodge of Robert the Bruce.
On a clear day, you can see the snow-capped peak of Ben Lomond from the grounds of the castle. After the hike up Ben Nevis, I was rather less keen on doing it this time. It's only 974m after all...

Rather, it was time to do something that I'd never considered doing, but which rapidly became something I chose to do - willingly - and I wasn't under the influence of alcohol at all. Let's start from the beginning.
It was a gorgeous day along the castle grounds

The evening started with us chilling in the lounge room of the castle.
Left-Right: Kelley, me, Kevin (of Clan McBeth), Melanie, Katrina

We then had a ceilidh, which was run by these guys:

I think some students didn't really get into the whole ceilidth thing. I walked out of the hall for a breather to find:
It was that kind of party

Anyways, hot and sweaty after the ceilidh, I walked out of the hall again, to hear some guy decide aloud that it would be a good idea to take a dip in the waters of Loch Lomond. It was approaching midnight.
Another random pic.

Being completely sober (i'd swear this on a stack of bibles), and still within the warmth of the castle, I said the fateful words:

"why not, I'm in"

I was instantly committed. Let's just say it was a very long 5 minute walk in the cold from the castle to the Loch. I had time to think about what I'd just committed myself into as I dodged puddles along a wet path in the rain.
Yay! I'm going to freeze alive!

Mind you, we did warm up beforehand:

There was nothing to it but to take the plunge. I'd note here that Loch Lomond looked much more inviting during the day.

Let's just say it wasn't very warm after midnight.
I had to do a wee bit of cropping for this pic...

Along the way to the lake, I came to the realisation that Kevin and I were the only 2 non-intoxicated people taking the plunge. Kev didn't even plan to swim... he was just there to egg me on (what friends are for). I mentioned this aloud, to hear the reply from an intoxicated Scotsman:

"It's more manly if you do it sober"

To which I'd reply:

"It's more idiotic if you choose to do it sober"
The only 2 sober guys

In any case, now I can cross off one more thing off my list of things to do in Scotland (though it wasn't on the original list, it deserves to be there for sheer audacity/idiocy):
  • Take a midnight swim in Loch Lomond - Done


Friday, November 07, 2008

Edinburgh

It's been a mad week. I had to hand in an essay and do an oral presentation on Wednesday, and spent last night cramming for an exam today. Thank God it's all over. The exam was interesting, giving us a choice of 2 questions from 4. It wasn't pretty. Basically, I looked at the first 2 questions and realised something: regardless of whatever the last 2 questions were, I'd have to do them...

I went to Edinburgh on the weekend. Managed to tour the castle and the Scottish Parliament. I'd highly recommend the castle - the views are spectacular on a clear day (admittedly those aren't so common here)

The Castle

Looking down the Royal Mile

The view from the battlements - The Firth of Forth

Some of my classmates

The chapel in the Castle grounds

The most handsome man alive poses with Arthur's Seat in the background =P



The Scottish Parliament

Anyways, that's it for now =)



Monday, November 03, 2008

Of driving

Having been in Glasgow for 2 months, one thing I do miss a lot is driving.

I find the act in itself quite therapeutic, and that's even before I get passengers on board. There's something about having 5 lives on your fingertips (before you even include pedestrians and other drivers) that just makes me want to put the pedal on the metal, and fly...

[looks back on what he's written]

I'll stop now before:
  • my parents take away the car
  • the govt takes away my licence
  • you all think I'm some kind of psycho... MUAHAHAHAHA!

Admittedly I miss my regular passengers - some who get in out of choice, and the vast majority out of necessity -
  • Brian, Ashley, cousins - they're family - if I don't drive them, they don't get anywhere =p
  • Keith and Natania - regular passengers - often participate in whatever crazy thing I decide to do in the car (eg start a water-fight with the Tangs' car whilst driving on Mts Bay Road)
  • Russell - can sleep in my car. Witness of the infamous indecisive skid at the Ranford Rd/Bannister Rd traffic lights...
  • Kristine - complains about my driving and yet keeps getting into the car - I think you're a daredevil in disguise =)
  • Amanda - who'll only get into my car when she's dead tired or has no car - "Nic... there are some ... unappealing aspects about your driving"
  • The OD girls - basically I end up hearing high-pitched girly conversations from UWA to Broadway.
  • The Tangs - I'll quote Michelle on this: "I can sleep when Nic's driving... because I drive like this too"
Oh wait... I just realised that all my passengers get in my car out of necessity
Circa 2006 - Brian praying furiously as I raced from Banjup to Nedlands in 15 mins, including a petrol stop.

I have a few things to say in my defence:
  • I haven't actually got into a prang yet (though not for want of trying). I'd attribute that to reflexes.
  • I'm quite safety-oriented - I always insist that all my passengers wear seatbelts, and always have an eye on the rear mirror (for cops)
  • I would never do anything I wouldn't do if I were driving alone.
  • Majority of passengers surveyed said my driving was a "[....] experience" - fill in the blanks yourself...
  • I'm actually really qualified to drive. Over-qualified in fact. I'd tell you why, but I'm keeping it for future sermon material
  • Finally, I also park really well =)
    Circa 2008 - http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3999078&op=4&o=global&view=global&subj=563231373&id=795785111
The good news is that I'll be back in January =)

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Sunday, November 02, 2008

Dinner

What's better than rendang?
Home made rendang =)