Wednesday, April 05, 2006

i need an attitude correction.

reviewing advertisements on pre/post-IPO companies drives me bananas.

it's not that i have anything against the sharp, bright, creative inputs thrown in by the PR firms. it's just that the law on this is zip-tight and strict beyond measure so just track the prospectus word for word, please.

UGHH.

Saturday, April 01, 2006

and so Q and I have applied for ARA. and in the course of one week i jump from heck-care to worry to delight to worry to jubilation and excitement to worry.

worry that i need quit my job and it would be irresponsible

worry that the LS will find it unbefitting the profession

worry that my chronic lateness would hinder our progress

worry that i won't even be able to get off for semis

but it's exciting too! i mean doing something with Q before she runs away, meeting people, helping people (?) (think it'll be more like grinning at them and eliciting help from people, rather).

is it very selfish to want to do something like that?

(btw, i figured where all my faculties of remembering names and things have gone - to remembering that GDP is not defined in the prospectus, that page X talks about handysize and so does pages Y & Z and that the foreign legal counsels sent their last draft of due diligence reports on 22 March 2006 and that the directors and EOs have yet to sign updated disclosure documents. i know too that a newly incorporated company has to appoint an auditor within 3 months of incorporation, a company secretary in 6, to apply for an employment pass in Singapore you need to find an employer who will sponsor you or to apply as an entrepreneur, to apply through the Global Investor Scheme you can invest either 1 mill, 1.5 or 2 mill into Singapore and display a good business track record, that drafting meetings are painful, that consistency is the rule of thumb, that long hours are the norm, normal working hours a blessing and a whole truckload of other fairly irrelevant facts. sigh.)

there's a purpose in all this, i tell you, just like there's a purpose in prisoners being forced to carry rocks from one side of the room to the next and then back again, endlessly... sometimes obscure, but certainly there.