Call it a psychological catharsis.
I close my eyes and my mind instinctively does a mental 'stock-take' of the events that occurred earlier in the day or even before that.
I was at MBFC and was surprised to find a Spinelli's at Standard Chartered on the 21st Floor.
This random Indian Brit in the Q tried to be friendly and cool with me but I wasn't in the mood, I just muttered that I was having a Green Tea Latte.
Turns out he's one of Aloysius' business contacts.
Back to that Green Tea Latte which was sub-par and had a blueberry in it?
I had it at around 3+, which is way beyond my caffeine threshold.
Even so, I decided to finish it since we were expected to work late. (Although I wasn't informed earlier of the change of plans.)
Backtrack to the morning hours.
I woke up to DJI, S&P 500 and Europe closed in Green.
Citi was up more than 10%, BOA closed 7.6.
Naturally the herd mentality would trigger a domino effect across the other side of the globe. No?
I was eager to get out of bed to enter my Q to buy.
Grogginess and rashness got the better of me, forgetting that STI ain't no DJI.
The response was retarded and STI was truly and literally a little red dot amidst the sea of green at the market close.
What happened the night before?
I was studying the Time Value of Money:
Annuities, Future Value, Present Value, Effective Interest Rate, Nominal Interest Rate, Compounding Periods and a darn cuckoo calculator that wouldn't compute the right numbers.
Backtrack backtrack..
We woke up at 0700 and left for ECP at 0800.
We reached Macdonalds at 0845.
The time clocked 0900 and no one was in sight.
Previously, if we were late, we would get a earful.
Using this example, the lecture would go like this (in Chinese): "We were supposed to meet at 0900 not 0930." (ending with a singlish suffix)
Of course we would apologize.
No apologies from anyone this time round, except from Esther though.
The waiting around and eating was forgettable.
Lip-service awkward conversation was the call of the day.
Aloysius often told me, these friends were the most genuine people that he knows.
That's why he trusts them.
Never did we expect to be proven wrong.
And my backspace key is making a strange sound.
The worse can always happen.
Double-dip recession.
Lies and Betrayal.
Blueberry in my green tea.
Murphy's Law?
I maybe angry but I'm true and Cash is Sovereign.
I would get dirt on my hands for you.
I would skin my knees for you.
I would shed tears of joy for you.
I don't expect to be return in kind but I implore you not to:
Hide the truth to protect your reputation.
Defend yourself just to ease your guilt.
Take me for granted.
It's 0111 hours.
I'm restless, sleepy and less frustrated.
He was seething with anger before, but above all, he's disappointed and hurt.
The two things that I (will always bear in mind) have learned about him (the tough way): Never Judge Him. Never Take him for Granted.
Simple principles, though it took me more than 2 years to have this etched in my mind.
He would go to the ends of the world for his friends.
Even though he knows they might not return the favour.
This doesn't stop him from doing so, he told me.
The only clause, is the deal-breaker.
I can't protect him because he's stronger than me.
The world is on the brink of another meltdown, yet some choose to get embroiled in such trivial and meddlesome 'wtf'? (it's the best adjective I could conjure at this time)
Mr Bloomberg is one of them.
He isn't getting the bigger picture.
All your doom and gloom reports won't do yourself any favours.
A King is nothing without it's people.
If Wall Street is going bust, there won't be any New York to Mayor.
Disclaimer: This post is a result of restlessness, insomnia and randomness. If you've got your wits, take it with a pinch of salt and a dark sense of humour, read in between the lines if you would. Even if you haven't got the decent IQ, a big heart would do just fine. Else, this space just isn't meant for you.
