Monday, December 28, 2009
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Friday, December 25, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
"Outlook fucking crashed again??? I have to get out of here and get some water before this fucking computer flies like you've never seen birds fly."
Kill a man, and you're a murderer...
Kill millions, and you're a conqueror...
Kill em' all, and you're a ... GOD.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Gonna give this trade a little more time, it's near a pretty strong 1.4800+ support, and the RSI is brutally oversold. Otherwise if things have turned for the worse on Monday I'm getting the fuck outta there.
On a side note, Kenny said to short gold (look at tagboard), and look where it is now? Down more than US$50 per oz. Didn't listen did you? Yeah, I don't hear you laughing either!
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
And that is the secret of all trading. There is no special rule. It is just discipline. Don't be smart, don't be creative.
As illustration, he then went on to say that George Bush, in an alternate reality where he weren't president, would be an extremely profitable trader.
Anyway, go long on EUR/USD and GBP/USD now.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Have I really finally been handed the Holy Grail of all trading? Is this the zen moment of my trading career? I need to assemble a team to test some strategies, and put this into action soon.
There is nothing more precious than time. Because when you pull up in your Ferrari, the expectant crowd does not want to see a fat balding old bastard hobble out. Not cool.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Today I also read about the prostitute whom Silvio Berlusconi had a good time with. She wrote an exposè about their affair. She said for a 73 year old man he had amazing stamina. He's also said to be a bigger rock star than even Rod Stewart was in his prime, just by the lifestyle choices he makes.
FC Barcelona smacked the crap out of Inter Milan.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
Double bottom here, huge one. Slow and steady uptrend since March. This has been coming for a long time. Ride it.
You know how parents have grand plans for their kids to become doctors or lawyers or whatever? Or how kids have dreams to be maybe dentists or teachers or pilots or something outlandish like astronauts? You hardly ever see any kid writing English compositions about how they want to be bankers or traders or oil barons or CEOs. Why? Because Business is a dirty world.
But I'm going to make my kid a hardcore trader. From the day he can count he'll be doing mental sums about bid-ask spreads and holding period yields and margin requirements. Plus minus times divide? Are you freaking kidding me? Are you a wimpy kid or what?
Friday, November 6, 2009
Thursday, November 5, 2009
When you have only one life, what do you do?
Career applications are such philosophical exercises; you can't even begin to understand what thoughts those behavioural/competency questions stir up in you even when you bullshit about how you're so suited for energy trading or how you're the perfect candidate to be the next generation leader or how you are so focused and single-minded about your desired position yet you use the same old shitty catch phrases for every application diverse as they are.
Today in the office the boss wasn't in, so when the sun went down and all was dark, I reached for his laser pointer, stood by the window, and started pointing at the people on the street for a laugh.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
- + PgUp/PgDn
- + Shift+Enter
- + Tab
- + Up/Down/Left/Right
- + Shift
- + d
- + s
- + c/v
- + b/i/u
- + scroll
- + Alt+Del
- + Freak
Stop reaching for your mouse instinctively like the old folk grab for their walking sticks!
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
The daily assault interns in the research office endure:
1) This is just retarded, right?
2) You don't know this? You guys are f'king joking, right?
3) I thought you're university students? I learnt this in 10th grade!
4) Why are you so slow? I hate slow people.
5) You, and you: Am I looking at two hiring mistakes in front of me?
6) Why's the data wrong? Is it sheer stupidity or sabotage?
7) If I produced this work, I'll be ashamed! Embarrassed! Mortified!
8) So I'm looking at this shit, and I'm thinking one of you has low IQ.
Man I can't wait to spring out of bed just to go to work each morning!
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
For as long as Singapore has the F1 night race contract, I think Char and I will be there every year. Pretty good fun! Best way to kick off a school break too. Need a Ferrari flag for next year. Maybe it'll be good to pick one up from Italy when I visit again!
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
The most irritating thing in our computer rooms is that you sometimes get the unholy misfortune of being sat next to ridiculously chatty airhead girls whining about everything from dolling up for interviews to cooing over semi-cute sissy boys.
One of the big pluses Bocconi has over Nanyang. You get assigned random seats in Bocconi. So if you come in with a huge group of friends, you'll be scattered, and that is the easy mechanism they have to prevent turning the computer room into a conference hall.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Got a call from career services to remind me to apply for HSBC's investment banking internship. Ended up having a chat and getting feedback about my work performance at my internship, and about the informal discussion I had with that FX trader I met some weeks back. It was mostly music to my ears.
So, somehow, the conversation got steered into the use of your GPA as a gauge of your sex life. I presume he did not mean that the level of your love-making correlates positively with your grade point average in school.
I'm on the verge of sinking into 2nd lower territory. Draw your own conclusions!
Took a drive through parts of the Formula One circuit. The fences along the roads make sure that spectators are safe and no Final Destination 4 moments occur with debris on the road. Char can't wait for F1!
Met up with the boys since Kong's back in town. Great laughs, great food. It's been 6 years and we're still reliving the same old things just as we do each time we meet up. Incidentally Kong is wearing the exact same thing as he was the last time I saw him in London.
Now, do you know exactly when you're going to get married? When you'll see your cash holdings hit 7 figures? How many kids you'll have? How to avert calamity in your life? Nothing to see here, move along now, sucka.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Today I had to sit in with The Boss to interview a candidate. Poor guy. When was the American revolution? Russian revolution? French revolution?
Also today, The Boss talked about girls. He says he's having a hard time finding a girl to settle down with, because as he ages, acquires more languages, and travels more widely with time, the constraints on his dating get lifted one by one, till it's hard to do a full scale optimisation of his choices now.
I recommended settling for a portfolio, then.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Another thing to say good night to:
I was going to use my recent gains to buy a 2nd hand Mercedes E200, but some calculations and discussions later, I've found that the insurance charges and road tax will be killing me like no bear market can. I thought it would have been a significant milestone if I bought my own car (a Merc at that!) with my own money without yet holding a job, but it doesn't look like that's going to happen now. When a deal sucks, you gotta walk away--insurance and road tax for one year would have cost more than half the price of the car! Back to being one of those guys on public transportation breathing in the sweat and farts of a hundred other creeps. Not looking forward to that.
Next target: 1st car, Porsche 911, 2011.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
1) Work is such an ambivalent pain in the ass, I can't tell which side of my ass hurts more. Look forward to it for the rest of your life, like it or not.
2) It's final year now boys and girls. Have fun now or forever die slowly from regret.
3) Popcorn is recovering tremendously after Nacho's passing, and is becoming friendlier to Char. Popcorn's wheeking and singing a lot these days.
4) Char's always been the love of my life (but sometimes she needs a little reminder) so fuck off you nerds who're trying to step in and make freaky little comments on her Facebook pics. You can't do better than that? Facebook? Come on, eat Popcorn's shit, numbnuts. And you think you've got your weird little chemistry with her? Don't make me torch your hair.
5) A quick portfolio tally told me I've made more than 5 grand year-to-date, meaning my exchange programme in Milan has cost far less than expected. Air ticket for second visit next year perhaps? Join me.
6) I miss the people and the places I've had the privilege to encounter in the earlier half of this year. I've so many photos of you all, I'm gonna be covering part of my room in your ugly faces.
7) Meeting freshmen just slams it right back into my brain that we're all aging. You guys are so young and you've not made your mistakes yet. Such excitement.
8) Economic recovery? Bernanke back for round two? I hope these two come hand-in-hand.
9) I still haven't met up with so many of you assholes.
10) Don't be a fool.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Movie snacks Nacho and Popcorn
9th August? What would you care about the 9th of August. National Day, is that what you say? No. Nacho left this world on the 9th of August. Always one to lift her head, always one to burst into songs of joy (and hunger), beady red eyes alive with mischief, rose-petal ears flapping as she trotted curiously, such is the memory of Nacho.
Goodbye now baby. I couldn't have had a better pet. I pray you didn't suffer as much as I imagined.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Too Young to Fall in Love
The music of the '80s was the best. Guns N' Roses, Twisted Sister, Led Zep, and here in their original lineup, Motley Crue. The concert was bad to the bone. Well worth the ticket being able to see them perform live.
Monza was a small town north of Milan where this event was held. When this metalfest ended past midnight, Char and I had to camp out at the train station waiting for the first train at daybreak back home.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Final bash in Milan, before everyone disappears and the next time we meet is either in Singapore (for those of us who're lucky), or never again. When I saw tears rolling down Sylvia's cheeks despite the pained smiles that belied her reluctance to depart, I realised this was a watershed moment in the end of this escape from reality.
(On a side note, "watershed" was a deliberate pun about the shedding of tears, so kill me.)
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Best Car on the Best Street
Rolls Royce on Via Montenapoleone, in a colour usually reserved for those convertibles driven by fat balding geezers who've finally made it big to drive that flashy car they've been wanting to drive since they were 20.
Tastes like Chicken
I want to throttle those goons that describe just about any other meat as 'tasting like chicken'. What does rabbit taste like? Chicken. What does crocodile taste like? Chicken. What does a pot of piss taste like? Chicken. Listen, unless it is really chicken, stop being dumb! Ray, Clara and I baked chicken for dinner, it was pretty good, except for a few power outages we suspected were caused by the energy-sapping oven.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
I'll be Back
Again, I didn't toss a coin over my shoulder into the Trevi Fountain, because I know I'll be back another time anyway. Char said it was kind of me to accompany Mike's girlfriend around for this trip. I replied that many people at home have been taking care of mine for the past few months and making sure she wasn't bored and lonely (I'm thankful for you friends). But not for much longer, the countdown is what, 9 days? That's less than the digits on both my hands. Not too long now sweetheart.