the (not so) secret life

whatta welcomes back…

thanks Zhuge. whoever you are. you makeee me grin

1. Mom
2. Dad
3. Zah
4. Lionel
5. Baba
6. Arc
7. Jamie
8. Rona
9. Jaah
10. Raymond
11. Kim
12. Michi
13. Seth
14. Paolo
15. Ryan
16. Ron
17. Inky
18. Robyn
19. Teacher Perry
20. Coach Randell

1. Jamie
2. Migs
3. Zah
4. Rona
5. Bonxx

1. Huge-ass black leather bean bag
2. Shiny white adjustable bar stool
3. Fluffy white towels of all sizes
4. A lifetime supply of pirated DVDs
5. Yamaha organ
6. An out-of-town trip

There must be some correlation between the pouring rain and having the urge to cry. Water-beckons-water Theory, eh? I’m just thankful I’m not peeing all over the place.

On a totally unrelated subject: Crucify the perv, hang the slut, and let’s move on to legislating more relevant laws, shall we?

Post-CFA immediate plans
1. Get a power massage
2. Rock at forex trading
3. Move in to Bellagio
4. Go out of town
5. Celebrate her birthday a week late
6. Throw a housewarming party in a bare condo unit
7. Get drunk
8. Hit the gym
9. Learn microwave cooking recipes
10. Watch one movie a day

Excited much?

I miss my college friends. I miss Babble. I miss dancing. I miss skating. I miss feeling smart. I miss drinking. I miss hardcore math (whu?). I miss Doc Mara (double whu??). I miss Prince David. I miss West of Ayala. I miss Katipunan. I miss Makati (already?). And most of all, I miss CY. Big. Time.

I wanna buy…
- a guitar
- tons of oranges (weird)
- condo furniture
- pj’s (yes, I have an obsession)
- all kinds of pasta (what is wrong with me??)
- all kinds of coffee (this, I understand)
- memory pills (geez, I wonder why)

I’ve been ignoring most of my friends lately. $#@*!! CFA!! I can’t even join my Features friends to their beach trip this month. Dang, I miss the beach. You see I’m a hermit lately. Work. CFA. Work. CFA. It’s gonna be a hellish couple of weeks, I can tell.

I cried my stress away this morning (but it’s back, unfortunately, stubborn much?). I can’t study properly. Too much stuff on my mind. My phone’s funking. I can’t focus. The funny thing is that work is my stress release. Trading is therapeutic.

Screw this exam. I’m not gonna need the charter anyways. I guess it’s just mostly pride on the line. I hope it’s worth it.

I need to… go wild.

Like… now.

And I need a personal cheerleader. Pronto. Just until June 8. Then I’ll be fine.

The greatest moments in your life won’t necessarily be the things you do. There’ll also be the things that happen to you. Now, I’m not saying that you can’t take action to affect the outcome of your life. You have to take action - and you will. But never forget that on any day, you can step out the front door and your whole life can change forever. You see, the universe has a plan and that plan is always in motion. A butterfly flaps its wings and it starts to rain. It’s a scary thought but it’s also kind of wonderful, all these little parts of the machine constantly working making sure that you end up where you’re supposed to be exactly when you’re supposed to be there. The right place. At the right time.

story of our lives.

Give me more loving than I’ve ever had
Make me feel better when I’m feeling sad
Tell me I’m special even though I know I’m not
Make me feel good when I hurt so bad
Barely getting mad
I’m so glad I found you
I love being around you
You make it easy
Its as easy as 1-2-1-2-3-4
There’s only one thing
To Do
Three words
For you
I love you
There’s only one way to say
Those three words
That’s what I’ll do
I love you
Give me more loving from the very start
Piece me back together when I fall apart
Tell me things you never even tell your closest friends
Make me feel good when I hurt so bad
You’re the best that I’ve had
And I’m so glad I found you
I love being around you
You make it easy
Its as easy as 1-2-1-2-3-4
There’s only one thing
To Do
Three words
For you
I love you
There’s only one way to say
Those three words
That’s what I’ll do
I love you

Life is not like the movies. The best that movies can do is be a lot like life, mimicking its rhythms, distilling the small truths of our condition into three acts, dialogue, and camera movements, letting us know that on some level, someone understands what’s going on. There are people who like to pretend that they’re part of some grand cosmic drama, with a script written long ago, their reactions to the triumphs and tragedies of their lives predetermined by models constructed long ago by decades and decade of film history. And the romance of the movies replaces the true romance of their lives, as they wait for the right shots to come, the right height of the moon, the right line that will tug at the heartstrings, that will make them want to chase someone to the airport and hug and kiss to the applause of everyone around them. Meanwhile, there is love, uncinematic love, in the scenes from life that would probably end up on the cutting room floor. And it’s far more beautiful than anything a movie can give us.

Hohyess, this once heartless bitch is truly, madly, deeply in love.

and she said…

no dates until the CFA exam is over
no relationships until her life is stable
no boyfriends unless she meets The ONE.

I guess when something this great comes knocking at your door, you just gotta seize the moment. And I’m glad I did.

Everything went by so fast from then on. The next thing I know, I’m meeting his parents then, a few weeks after, the rest of his family. We’ve been steady for less than three months yet I feel like I’ve known him for years. Nobody falls in love this fast - at least I don’t. I shouldn’t. I DID.

And I just know I’m falling because all the standards I’ve set for the ideal guy no longer seem to matter. So what if he doesn’t have a car yet? So what if we have completely different tastes in music? So what if he’s not buff and athletic? I LOVE HIM.

It never gets old. It never gets dull. Everything just keeps getting better.

Who knew..?

It’s like, all of a sudden, my life found direction, I’m no longer anxious, and I feel that I couldn’t ask for more.

melting under blue skies, belting out sunlight shimmering love…

hi fans, missed me? damn right, i blog when i’m stressed. and now i am. very much.

I CAN’T WAIT FOR THIS EFFING EXAM TO BE OVERRRRRR!

And I can’t wait to move in to my new pad! That’s the only thing keeping things bright in June. Oh wait. Not really. There’s a ton of things to look forward to in June…

1. Three months, baby!
2. Wedding… not mine.
3. CY’s birthday

and hohyess, my birthday. Haha

There’s actually a ton of things I’ve been dying to blog about.. but I’ve been mentally constipated lately (what’s new?!) so here…

Work’s great.
Life’s great.

How’s that for concise?

Whoever said I was a control freak… is a friggin genius. Oh wait, wasn’t that me?

Presenting… THE BELLAGIO PLAN!

No, I’m not staging a casino heist (dint get it? watch Ocean’s Eleven, ya loser), because uh, I think the cost of setting up the heist is greater than the actual amount of money in the vaults of casinos here and where are the hell are the casinos in the Philippines anyway?!

I got bored the other day. So I bought a condo unit at The Fort. Kidding. I just reserved a one bedroom unit and I’m saving up for the downpayment and monthly installments. So help me god. Based on my calculations, forecasts, and happy thoughts, all I have to do is:

1. Spend at most Php5K a month. Oha. Hello commuting and goodbye retail therapy. That’s P250 a weekday, which is not bad. I’m home on weekends so I can stock up on stuff then. I’ll eat on weekends nalang, pero buffet… sa Dad’s. This 250-a-day is just for food, phone bills, and transportation y’all. Believe me, I can do this. I survived on P50 a week before so this should be chicken shit.
2. Steer clear of the credit card unless in life-or-death situations. Like needing to have an appendage amputated or to hire a ninja assassin.
3. Keep monthly salary in dollars but don’t open a dollar account. It’s all about restraint people.
4. Win the lottery.

But seriously, I’ve never been this excited about something before. This condo is perfect, for so many reasons. It’s optimally-sized, fitted, and AC-equipped. I could live there until I die. Even if it means sleeping on a cot for a few months until I can afford to buy the ideal bed (arte), keeping stuff in a cooler until I can afford the dream two-door refrigerator, and microwave-ing food until I can get the perfect induction stove. And did I mention the golf course view?

Someday I’ll be sharing it - soon, I hope- with… hmmm.

Anyway, back to work:

Kei’s 5 steps to creating a day trade:
1. Check the 15-minute charts of major currency pairs to see if any chart patterns are forming.
2. If there are no distinguishable patterns, do economic research to determine potential movement in currencies. If either not much economic reports are being released, a bunch of major scary-ass economic reports are due, or I’m not confident with my economic research, go for USD/CHF, comdolls, or exotic pairs.
3. Setup daily ranges (previous day high and low, daily ATR, today’s open) on chosen currency pair.
4. Use stochastics and candlestick patterns to confirm position.
5. Use Fibonacci retracement tool to determine entry and exit points.

Kei’s 5 steps to creating a weekly swing trade:
1. Do economic research to determine which currencies could potentially rally.
2. Avoid trading currencies with major economic reports coming out for the week, especially if forecasts seem shaky. Market volatility and I don’t get along very well.
3. Check the 4-hour and daily charts to see if any chart patterns are forming.
4. If no distinguishable chart patterns can be seen, make use of mechanical trading strategy (20 and 50 moving average crossover system).
5. Use Fibonacci retracement tool to determine entry and exit points.

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