The last time I saw Rachel was on 24th of January. Oh my memory, I can actually remember. But it all thanks to my diary, it act as a events calendar as well. She is here to offer her help how to increase my assets, in other words it called fund’s investment.

Help? I don't need help. Its like asking me to lose weigh.

I don't need help! It like I had an injury which I wanted to handle my injury on my own. I like those crutches to carry me instead standing on my own.

I don't want help, just like I have no drive for sex and I don't want to consider sex therapy.
Err, without sex? This I can't live without, I take back what I have just said.

Maybe if I consider buying fund as having sex will I feel better?
Kind of psychology thing.

(Picture this.....close your eyes)
Come.....don't stop.......
Feel good.....feel good
Oh God, I can't take this anymore.....
Coming...coming..

Later, I will explain what it mean to me. Met Rachel for lunch over Parkway.



I figure out most women love Japanese food. Can't go wrong when going on a date with any female, I reckon.





Well, no idea what the damage as it her treat. So after lunch, went to BK for serious discussion on manage my fund. Before I can sit down. she whipped her files in a flash.

Man, talk about efficacy.

Before I can speak, She began to fill up my form on my behalf.



Oh boy, if she work in a factory, the productivity sure increases. What happen if I tell her I won't be buying after all?

Take a look
(A woman with a thousand faces)

So I brought investment on fund from her. By the way, what I really meant was this.

Come.....don't stop. (My fund value increase, don't want to stop)
Feel good.....feel good (Fund increase, of course feel good)
Oh God, I can't take this anymore. (Assuming buy $1.00 and now $2.00)
Coming.....coming. (Refer to my cash)

What are you thinking then?

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