Secrets

My undying faze for this amazing song. Was it the melancholy or the violin accompaniment? Was it the association with My Sorcerer's Apprentice's sweet romance, Gossip Girl's development for Damien Dalgaard and Jenny Humpfrey, or a mind blowing lyrical choreography? How can one three minute melody capture so much more words has to say?
Perhaps it's how it relates to how much I need to confess all my secrets, in this age of hypocrisy. What wishful thinking, as if there's anyone who wants to hear them. Note it starts with "Tell me what you want to hear."
To whom do I confess to? What do I confess about? There's no story to tell. My life is THAT boring.
Yes, I admit I build Wonderland in my backyard (that is if I ever own one in the first place). I'm the Queen of Hearts. I write the rules. When the story all ends, I will be ready to meet my demise. But before that, "Please don't let me disappear."
I'm one more stop away on the train back to reality...

28 days later

There will be a biowarfare like it did in the film titled "28 days later"... not.
Perhaps 28 days later, I will be food to a vampire, and that will be oooh my gosh, coz I believe in the act of sharing blood to be equivalent to a sexual intercourse between 2 humans. And maybe drink some from my vampire counterpart. =)
But one thing's for certain, 28 days later, it will just be full fledge freedom... Because that accursed CFA will be OVER!!!!

28 days later...

Psychology 101 for the office bitches

Fundamental attribution error (FAE). Also known as actor-observer bias.



When you see your colleague stoning away, you think she's a slacker, hello to FAE, bitches.

Don't you attribute the behavior to one's character.
Try overvaluing the situational effect for a bit.
If the accountants can't release the financials, should the analyst be creating imaginary numbers to analyze?
Go fuck a tree. (I hereby apologize to the trees of the world)

Enough said. I wonder why social psychologists never worked with IO psychologists to solve such a simple issue. Probably coz they're waiting for me to get my PhD in Psychology.

Monday high dinner

The rich has high tea, the working class has high dinner. Wave goodbye to Monday blues with steaming Xiao Long Baos that burst in your mouth.

ごちそうさま。

Being psycho is no joke.

"Psycho" is so common in pop. culture.
Despite how Lady Gaga sang "I want your psycho" in Bad Romance, being psycho is really no joke.
If you're psycho, who will want to marry you?
Who can be sure you won't murder the kids late at night? Won't suicide-burn your house?
Who would listen and believe every word you say?
Who would then understand some words you said are meant only as a joke?
Who will take you seriously?

And if the social stigma is so great, why would the psycho own up?
Why should they admit they're psycho, if people will alienate and exclude them?
And then the psychos becomes closet psychos, making everyone you meet a probable psycho.
Why can't we treat them better? Can we have a psycho-accepting society?

Koi to clementi~

I just thought this buzzing rumour is too good to be true:
Koi to Clementi ~!!!


Photo credits: http://teaplayground.onsugar.com/Review-TBS-scrub-KOIs-coming-10896740

Oh but wait... Gothere.sg revealed the truth to be less than comforting... The store is at least half a kilometre from the station.

Looks like abstinence from bubble tea is inevitable... They must be playing on my diminishing marginal utility to make it so hard to get Koi... =(

Email turned blog

Full version of the story for Mr. WYK.

Actually, I'm damn stupid. The summarised idea is this: I wanted to major Psychology since dunno when. I use my friend's RP library card just to borrow reading materials coz my JC library/National Lib don't carry them. 

Then when I join NTU biz (HAHA. Not psych coz I used to work in a bank, the personal banker uncle told me Psychology 没饭吃 blah blah), I was bent on doing Psych minor. Which I didn't btw, due to a bunch of circumstances I shan't bother you with. When I finally managed to get that Intro to Psych into my schedule, I was Yr 3, and I actually actually really want to switch major but then I cannot abandon FYP mates. Then I read everything before the lecture, turn up to morning lect on time (damn rare), answer the prof in a Lecture like a tiong (first time doing this too). Ok la, but he's an awesome prof really. I'm so into him, you know why? Coz he used to be a Physics major but he switch after an intro to Psych mod in his uni days (and the crush on his teacher. LOL) 

Sorry for the detailed summary. So the 重点 is.. even 1 day before my convo ceremony, I actually wanted to go back to admin office and apply to transfer but I thought of my younger sis (tuition loan issues) then I decided I can't be dreaming. 

And so after I started work, it occurred to me that even if 1 day I can rise to the top of my current career path: Hedge Fund Manager (highly impossible), the passion to stock pick, trade, hedge, watch bloomberg news whichever is just not in me. 

What do I want to do with the PhD or Masters? (probably not stopping at Bachelors) I want to help lots of people. If I become prof, I want to conduct studies to understand social ties, family bonds, marriages, children, to make the world a better place (if they bother to read them, or if APA approved my controversial studies). I thought of forensic psych too, but my primary goal is to help kids with their growing woes, coz during my time, nobody understood mine. 

Whichever the case, I'm by personality very idealistic. I boycott tobacco coy employment, because of their bad externalities. I will never sell insurance because it's just selling actuarial statistics on your probable accident rate/chance of death occurring in the next few years. Yes. Basically, I suck so much, my pragmatic engineer acquaintance couldn't stand talking to me. HAHA

Yes.... Those were the crux of my life crisis now.


On a side note:
And even if all else fail, I didn't actually want to be a journalist. It's just because it's a common track that journalists turn into authors. Yes. I wanted to be an author. Since sec 2, I think. Yes, I'm that random Stephanie Meyer wannabe. I mean Twilight isn't that fantastic. It's just soft porn to some extend.
But why didn't I take E.Lit? Coz the teacher despise Chinese speaking students (neighbourhood school environment btw) and I in turn despise her for despising us.


Oh psych/soci and fiction ties, coz I've been analysing stories I've read and the settings/characters almost ALWAYS ends up to be an innovating deviant (even our dearest Bella Swan of Twilight). If I could psychoanalyse them (fictitious characters), I will, because I'm just so interested to get to know more about his/her mind. To put it simply, if I can have superpowers, I would want to be a mind reader (like our dearest Edward Cullen, probably minus the diamond-skin-in-the-sun-bullshyt).


Oh and NONE of my stories actually made sense in terms of setting (like location) simply because I can't fit that Singapore thing. It kills the idea. And I wasn't in Europe long enough for the feeling to sink in. And I was in Japan long enough, but English can hardly express Japanese expressions (such as the なか and そと concept). ARGH damnit.


I'm off to bed. Sian. Still stuck in crisis...

Screw the settings... Cannot unhighlight my entry now.