Shrink… Shrink… GONE!

Shrink… Shrink… GONE!

Have you been to seminars/workshops/lectures? I would assume so. I have been to tonnes of them.

Another observation : Have you ever noticed that people walk in and out of the room during the session?

Observation #3 : The strange thing is, they simply refuse to use the backdoor, but would prefer to do that right before a hundred pairs of eyes.

Observation #4 : Not only that, they always perform this weird movement of lowering their heads or hunching their backs as they stride across the room.

Observation #5 : Gosh! Some genie must have taught them that! That is, by hunching your back or lowering your heads, you would either become invisible or shrink to a miniscular size and nobody will notice you sauntering across the room.

The Bad News : Well, it certainly doesn’t work. Despite all the hunching, lowering, attempts to run across with lightning speed, we still see them…… BIG as life. Would someone please tell them so that they will stop embarrassing themselves in front of a huge audience and in public??

You Have, I Have!

You Have, I Have!


The lunchtime (or dinnertime) topics revolve around babies, babies and more babies! Argh!!! I think I will go mad if I were to hear more about what to eat, what not to eat during pregnancy down to which milk pump to use. Can you beat that?! Anyway, right after a girl gets married, the next most exciting thing would be to have a baby after the whirlwind of marriage.

One of my friends, who’s currently pregnant, commented,”There are a lot of pregnant ladies around. I was waiting for my friend for lunch at the junction and boy, do I see MANY pregnant women waddling around!!” I told her that it’s because she’s in a similar condition, therefore she noticed this.

It’s just like…. before you buy a car, yeah, you vaguely know that Singapore roads are congested, especially when you are in a rush (Notice how all traffic lights are red and lifts are always at the top floor when you are in a hurry. sheesh…). But after you have bought a car, you notice that, “Hey! Toyota is such a popular brand (you pat yourself on your back, good buy!!) that everyone on the road is driving one! (Down with Honda! Down with erm.. Mitsubishi etc) And a Silver one at that!!!!”

Strange! Suddenly the whole world is filled with pregnant women and silver Toyotas!!!!!

Hey! Everyone’s using an IBM laptop after I bought one! That’s a brilliant buy there, Ah Wei!

An All New Sax Experience! Ahhh…!!

An All New Sax Experience! Ahhh…!!

An All New Sax Experience! Ahhh…!!

Just a quick scribble before my meeting at 4pm.

Yes, yes, be patient, I’m going to describe the experience right now.

It all took place on a hot, humid Saturday afternoon (last Saturday, to be precise). We gathered in a small air-conditioned room, fine-tuning our instruments (getting ready for the MASS ORGY! According to pig, mass orgy simply means some group activity, pig, right???).

I finally had my turn on stage (yeah, a stage too, kinky eh?) for the rehearsal.

Anyway, all in all, everything went well. I was one of the last few participants, so I had to wait for 1 whole hour before I got my turn. A few of them were pretty good. One of them, the youngest partipant, I believe, did a Kenny G item on his soprano saxophone. It’s supposed to be a students’ concert, hmm… I believe he must be a teacher or something, he’s too good to be a student!!!!! *Spoil market!! The other one was a flutist who’s actually on a music scholarship. The rest were almost like me… half bucket water. hee hee.

Some comments from my ardent fans who attended the concert – the music was great, everything’s in tune (I lived in fear that I would create some unearthly squeaky sound.), except, I looked like a big piece of wooden block. Hey! Considering that this was my first time on stage with an alto saxophone, I was worried that if I were to take my eyes off my book, I would play the wrong tune and of course I was too nervous to do anything else except… blow?!

Right, I have taken down the comments and shall practise way way way way in advance for my next performance. I will :
1. stop looking like a wood.
2. stop glaring at my music book.
3. move my head up and down and sideways to create more entertainment value.
4. hop around and do a breakdance number, ending on my knees and the last note.
5. perm my hair like Kenny G.

That should be enough for now.

Still, my neighbours must be very glad that they do not have to put up with my “Moonriver” renditions every night at 11pm. No choice mah! I leave the house at 9am every morning and does not get home til 1030pm at night!! My peaceful playing should lull them to sleep (hopefully).

I shall do a jazz number the next time.

*Spoil market = set too high a standard for the rest of the people to live up to.

To Market, To Market

To Market, To Market

The biggest news in the Straits Times in the last few days was, and still is, the arrest of CAO CEO Chen Jiulin for fraud and insider trading. Everyone I know, knows someone who has lost money from the CAO stock crash just a few months back. It was pretty easy to tell… the people who were going around, muttering to themselves, with knitted eyebrows, on the very day, when news of suspension of CAO stock trading was announced.

However, they soon pushed it to the very back (this little dark closet, into which they stuff unpleasant experiences and conveniently forget about them) of their minds and happily continued with their stock market trading. Sigh.

One of the stock trading books says, “if you find the aunties and uncles at the fish market passing each other tips on stock trading, it’s time to get out of the market….”


Doesn’t this look familiar to you? Yep yep! It’s a typical stock chart! What do you mean, it looks ugly! I drew that myself!! Can you imagine the pain I had to go through to draw this chart, using the Paint software and a touchpad?? The cramp my poor fingers had to go through!!


Anyway, as I was saying…. Do you see the tiny red arrow squiggle? Right, that’s the point where instituitional investors inject their huge amount of funds. As a result, it drives the price up sharply.


At this point, dealers, research analysts saw this and quickly put in their own trades. Sorry, minus the research analysts, that would constitute insider trading… So, the dealers put their $$ in.


In the middle of the night, Ah Wei is awakened by the incessant ringing of the phone. It’s Ah Wei’s stock dealer on the phone,”Hey! Hot tip hot tip! Stock ABC is shooting up. Put your money in!!!” Overwhelmed by gratitude and appreciation (Dale Carnegie, my idol, says that you have to show gratitude and appreciation so that people will work harder for you…), Ah Wei puts a hell lot of $$ into ABC and falls back to sleep. Therefore, the price goes up even higher, as all the sleepy Ah Weis throw their money in.


The news spread like wildfire…. The next day, Ah Wei goes marketing and overhears the auntie at the fish stall tell the ah ma at the pork stall,“Waa! Hot Tip! My son’s dealer called him in the middle of the night to put in $$ for ABC! Waaa!! Guess what! This morning, the ABC REALLY go up by 100 points!!!! Eh! You want to put $$ in? I’m going to look at the tv screen (she’s referring to the updating of the stock prices at the dealing companies), then I’m going to put in all my savings! Won’t go wrong wan!!!!” So Auntie and Ah Ma go hand-in-hand to watch “tv” and put even more money in!!!

Satisfied with the earnings, now that price of ABC has shot up all the way to the sky, the big instituitional investors decide to perform a massive sell action. With the exit of such a huge amount of fund, the price plunges……… while the aunties and uncles are rejoicing in their sleep over their good buy.

The dealers are alerted to the sudden plunge, so they save their own skins first by quickly selling their shares. “Heng! At least i have made a bit of profit! Oh yeah! Have to call up Ah Wei to tell her about this!!”


Awakened in the middle of the night by the irritating telephone ringing again. Damn! I should have unplugged the phone before I sleep. “What.. what?! Sell!? Stock is plunging?! ok ok! Sell everything for me!!!” Ahhh!! There goes my investment! Have to start saving up again!

Some days later, when Ah Wei goes marketing, the fish stall is closed and another ah ma is selling pork at the stall…. The newspapers are splashed with stories of people turning into paupers overnight… people jumping off high rise buildings…. The red skull (Is my drawing so bad that you can’t tell that it’s a skull!!!! ok ok, you have to remember that I draw it with a touchpad….)signifies an end…

Therefore, when everyone is buying a certain stock, it’s time to move out….

He he… It’s easier to preach and practise…. Take the advice at your own risk.

How to be a Better Person

How to be a Better Person

I have just finished the first chapter of Dale Carnegie’s “How to Win Friends & Influence People”, in my endeavour to become a better person. One gold nugget which I have gleaned from the first few pages is :

Don’t criticize, condemn or complain – Dale Carnegie
In front of the said person. – Ah Wei

By criticizing people, according to Dale, would not turn them towards the right path, but would only fuel their determination to go against you. Ahh…! Therefore, never never never do that.

On the other hand, if you are not honest with yourself, you will probably suffer internal injuries from suppressing your feelings. Mark Twain (if you do not recognise this famous author, you have just earned the right to kick yourself in the butt, as I was saying… ) had a fiery hot temper and had written stinging letters to people who have incurred his wrath. They allowed him to let off steam (saving himself some internal injuries) and the letters did not do anyone any harm, because his wife had secretly lifted them from his mail. See, they were never sent.

From this excellent example, I conclude that, it’s alright to criticize, complain and condemn people, so that you don’t go crazy from suppressing your feelings, as long as the said people are unaware.

Therefore, to be a better person, I shall continue to criticize, complain and condemn people (it’s stressful to work in little Old Singapore) behind their backs, as long as they are unaware of it!

Thanks Dale!

What to write, what to write?

What to write, what to write?

Who says that I can only blog one time a day? I have accumulated quite a few stories in my head and they are spilling out of my ears. Sadly, I have been too busy to pick up my pen, erm, keyboard, I mean.

Somebody asked me,”Do you have THAT much stuff to write about?”

Let me see, while I was in USA, I wrote about Ugly Americans, Beautiful America. During my stint in Germany, the stories were about Picturesque Germany and a mixture of nice and “unnice” Germans.
Now that I’m back in Singapore for good, sigh, what else do I have to rave about? Horrid Singaporeans, weather, nice food….

See how the grass always seems greener on the other side of the pasture. Just another example of a dissatisfied Earthling. *grin*

The Mystery of the Disappearing Rubbish

The Mystery of the Disappearing Rubbish

Rubbish is taken very seriously in Germany, where I have stayed for a year. The green glass bottles go into one bin, white ones another, plastic stuff in yet another and paper ones are stacked up on top of others. There! Every rubbish has its own special place. You can even bring your glass bottles back to the supermarket in exchange for money!

During one of the “cultural exchange” moments, my German colleagues were wow-ing over Singapore’s amazing invention – the fabulous Rubbish Eatosaurus. Singaporeans just need to open the Rubbish Eatosaurus, either concealed in their kitchen somewhere, or situated near the lift, flick the waste in and presto! Everything’s taken care off. Then the waste travels down the magic tunnel and little elves clear them early in the morning and melt away in the beams of dawn before any Singaporean awakens. Magical eh?

YET, more than a few times, I have discovered rubbish in the lift!!! Is the magical Rubbish Eatosaurus not enough for these Singaporeans?! Do they need to treat the elevator as one as well?! Or maybe their hands were so wasted that they had not the strength to open the door of the Eatosaurus, and yet had the energy to truck the rubbish to the elevator and pile them in a corner.

Strangely, after 1 day, the rubbish also mysteriously disappeared. Must have been those hardworking elves. It would have been heaven’s justice if the elves could wave their arms and teleport the “rubbish” back to the culprit’s home. Hmm… where would be a great place to leave them? *ponder* How about smack right in the center of their living room, so that it can be admired from all angles?

Disappearance of the Map

Disappearance of the Map

Alas! My beautiful red ink splattered map has disappeared. Should have known that they wouldn’t keep the link there forever. More motivation for me to complete my world tour map project, which has been lying on the floor, choked with dust…..

Footprints on the Map

Footprints on the Map

I can feel the Wanderlust stirring in my blood again. Sigh! I have not set foot out of Singapore since last September!! (Unless you count Johor…) I have never been caved in for such a long time. I have always had the “luxury” to travel on the job. Hands seem to be trembling as I am typing. That must be one of my withdrawal symptoms.

I have always wanted to mark down countries/cities where I have travelled to. However, being a person of many plans but few executions (less, not that I’m back in Singapore. Somehow, I feel as if all my time has been sucked away to God-knows-where.), the beautiful laminated map has been lying, forgotten til this moment, on the floor of my spare room. Poor map, I will probably use it as a mat once it gets more furry with dust.

Anyway, I found this less attractive but more convenient map.

There! The red bits are highlighting the countries which I have been to. Strange. For all the money which I have spent, it seems that I have covered miserably few. Looks like I have to spend more time on Africa, South America and Eastern Europe. Failing miserably there. Well, at least it’s better than Pig’s one. Some consolation there.

Hmmm.. The map is jutting out. I have no idea how to adjust it. Duma, Help!!!!

Here’s the link to Create your own visited country map

My Masterpieces!

My Masterpieces!

Trying to clean up the clutter in my hard disk….. Springcleaning for the new year. Also trying to make some sense of all the photos which I have taken over the years, during my travels.

Decided to put some of them up at Shutterpoint to earn some passive income. Hehe. Take a look at them. Spread the news, spread the news. I will just twiddle my thumbs while money pour into my coffers.

Oh yeah, some comments on them please….