Thursday, October 9, 2008
Safety
"don't read my next message," she said. How can i not? Where else would you feel safe? I swear to you, if it's not you into that cave, it's nobody else.
Lost & Found
I have been lost and again you found me. Partially anyways. But who else would? Thank you :)
Convergence-2???
"The Treasury Department is 'actively' looking at buying equity stakes in some of the nation's banks, according to White House spokesperson Dana Perino. At a White House briefing today, Perino confirmed reports that the United States could soon join the United Kingdom, Iceland and Italy in announcing a plan to inject capital directly into their troubled banking systems."
- CNN
Here we go :)
- CNN
Here we go :)
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
V
I visit a lot. It’s not only that it’s on my way back home, actually it’s a small detour, but it’s that I kind of … love it. Last time it had been over a month since I last visited. I was so happy to find it’s really taking shape.
I went so close; not only from outside, but from inside trying to figure out where this very specific unit was. Oh the surrounding is becoming crowded by the lots of cars going back and forth and parking on both sides of the road. I remember when that side of the road paid homage to only two cars; sometimes even one.
Sad! But hey, I’m really so happy with that little sanctuary rising above the ground by the minute. I’m sure it’s going to be neat and elegant. It already is.
I went so close; not only from outside, but from inside trying to figure out where this very specific unit was. Oh the surrounding is becoming crowded by the lots of cars going back and forth and parking on both sides of the road. I remember when that side of the road paid homage to only two cars; sometimes even one.
Sad! But hey, I’m really so happy with that little sanctuary rising above the ground by the minute. I’m sure it’s going to be neat and elegant. It already is.
Hooold hooold hooold!
Today is historic :)
It is my lifetime record one-day loss. Well, actually it's not a realized loss (yet anyways). I'm holding to my capitalist discipline of not selling in panic. I have done my homework and have capitalized on well-established companies with great potential.
So i'm holding dearly to Buffet's wisdom. The one thing i have not done yet is keep some free cash for moments like this. It's a sale for sure, but all my money is tied up in assets already.
Today i met a friend of mine whom i trust on these financial issues. He thinks there is no floor under the market. No rock bottom. Well, i have no means of verifying or challenging him. Oh after listening to Bernanke yesterday and watching world screens turning red, it's not difficult to bare such a bleek view and sound like an expert.
But what i know is at these times, those who claim they know how things will unfold are most probably bluffing. What am i going to do? Hold to my conventional wisdom and test it (and myself) to the end ... and do it with a smile :)
It's a tough exam, though!
It is my lifetime record one-day loss. Well, actually it's not a realized loss (yet anyways). I'm holding to my capitalist discipline of not selling in panic. I have done my homework and have capitalized on well-established companies with great potential.
So i'm holding dearly to Buffet's wisdom. The one thing i have not done yet is keep some free cash for moments like this. It's a sale for sure, but all my money is tied up in assets already.
Today i met a friend of mine whom i trust on these financial issues. He thinks there is no floor under the market. No rock bottom. Well, i have no means of verifying or challenging him. Oh after listening to Bernanke yesterday and watching world screens turning red, it's not difficult to bare such a bleek view and sound like an expert.
But what i know is at these times, those who claim they know how things will unfold are most probably bluffing. What am i going to do? Hold to my conventional wisdom and test it (and myself) to the end ... and do it with a smile :)
It's a tough exam, though!
Monday, October 6, 2008
From within Cave
I take comfort in reading you, actually in just being there. Reading you as i have said and as you sure know does not actually give me comfort.
I sometimes get angry at you (at myself at times), feel betrayed, get so damn jelous; sometimes question whether a comment is really from an anonymous (or from a most familiar anonymous)
i sometimes read through the numbers, the codes, and the formulas and try to decipher them. I go through the acronyms and single letters and trace them back and forth to try to figure out who they were. Sometimes i'm certain. Other times i just don't know.
I try to see myself in your writings, but i don't quite find me. In times of severe doubt, i almost doubt i ever made it into your life with others apearing so much and impacting you as much. I sometimes think what have i ever left her with? Others talked, played, dined, surfed, travelled, and shared great memories with you.
SO many letters of the alphabet. Letters that apear more than others; letters that are liked and praised more than others. Have these letters ever been loved? i visualize that passionate hug, those kisses, this flirting; i read about body curve sizes being discussed and commented on. I remember i vomitted that day! And i shed a different type of tear.
even those few pieces i have related to and know are mine have been deleted or postponed or whatever. I sometimes feel like a visitor by the door who never made it inside. i wish i had probed more, known more. i wish i had shared my hurts as you have shared yours. i wish i was not that kind of person who is hurt silently even from the closest person.
And finally there is this theme of choice and so and so and so many hidden and unhidden messages in so many writings. I say how can she ever play with me like that knowing what this would do to me (if she actually knows), but then i say what if she was not playing? I get crazy. This blog that jumped a decade back then forth, and i knew from the beginning it didn't belong to 98 for sure, but what is that all about (and all that theme)? How come i never asked her?
A thousand how comes ... How come i am an open book to her and she has shared such a thin layer of herself? A lot of times, i'm left with the feeling i have not really known you, and that gives me a feeling i cannot name.
But it does keep me up at night.
I sometimes get angry at you (at myself at times), feel betrayed, get so damn jelous; sometimes question whether a comment is really from an anonymous (or from a most familiar anonymous)
i sometimes read through the numbers, the codes, and the formulas and try to decipher them. I go through the acronyms and single letters and trace them back and forth to try to figure out who they were. Sometimes i'm certain. Other times i just don't know.
I try to see myself in your writings, but i don't quite find me. In times of severe doubt, i almost doubt i ever made it into your life with others apearing so much and impacting you as much. I sometimes think what have i ever left her with? Others talked, played, dined, surfed, travelled, and shared great memories with you.
SO many letters of the alphabet. Letters that apear more than others; letters that are liked and praised more than others. Have these letters ever been loved? i visualize that passionate hug, those kisses, this flirting; i read about body curve sizes being discussed and commented on. I remember i vomitted that day! And i shed a different type of tear.
even those few pieces i have related to and know are mine have been deleted or postponed or whatever. I sometimes feel like a visitor by the door who never made it inside. i wish i had probed more, known more. i wish i had shared my hurts as you have shared yours. i wish i was not that kind of person who is hurt silently even from the closest person.
And finally there is this theme of choice and so and so and so many hidden and unhidden messages in so many writings. I say how can she ever play with me like that knowing what this would do to me (if she actually knows), but then i say what if she was not playing? I get crazy. This blog that jumped a decade back then forth, and i knew from the beginning it didn't belong to 98 for sure, but what is that all about (and all that theme)? How come i never asked her?
A thousand how comes ... How come i am an open book to her and she has shared such a thin layer of herself? A lot of times, i'm left with the feeling i have not really known you, and that gives me a feeling i cannot name.
But it does keep me up at night.
Via you ...
You're the path to my cave. Never have i taken another route. We meet as if we have a date online. We have turned this forum into an instant messaging. Is it a feeling? It sure has some of that. You see thru and know when i'm there, but i'm always there. Water meets water no matter what. May be we're that strong?
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