Chicken a la Carte

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你很忙吗?

其實有時候想想自己這麼忙，到底為了什麼呢？
這世上的工作，沒有什麼是不能被代替的。
人走光了，還是會有人補進，只是資深員工會辛苦一點。
這是我之前在一篇文章上讀到的，說的一點都沒錯.......
這麼忙到底為自己賺到了什麼或得到了什麼呢？

其實，這麼忙不值得 ......
如果你很忙，忙到沒時間看到這篇文章時，代表你真的很忙，而且是忙昏忙過頭了。
最近幾個月一直在趕工作進度，但是忙歸忙，我還是給自己設定管制點：
晚上七點一定放下工作，晚上固定有一個小時的運動時間，
如果還有時間的話，一定再看一些雜誌與專業書籍。

"老天爺在時間方面是非常公平的"，
總統一天有24 小時，大公司老闆的一天也是 24小時，
不論用不用功的大學生的一天也是 1440分鐘，
躺在媽媽懷裡的小寶貝也是分配到86400秒鐘的一天。

如果您是 RD 的工程師，到了晚上10點還在加班的話，
應該好好考慮一下，這樣的工作模式是否符合您自己的人生規劃。
許多人忙到身體受不了，到醫院檢查才發現身體肝腎臟都出問題，想要回頭可能都來不及了。

最近在網路上看到一篇文章，一個女生寫到她的男朋友在半導體廠上班，
每天都要穿袋鼠裝在無塵室工作，由於換下與穿上要花一些時間，
所以大家都儘量少喝水或是不喝水，下班後第一件事情就是上廁所，
可是大部份人的發現自己的尿液都是深褐色的。

引述一段最近才看到的 醫學常識：
尿液長時間滯留在膀胱裡，
就如同下水道阻塞後容易繁殖細菌一樣，細菌將會經由輸尿管感染你的腎臟。

有些人忙到老婆吵著要離婚時，這才發現陪家人的時間太少了。
家對忙碌一族的人而言只是休息的場所，
如果一整天忙到晚上十點才下班，扣掉睡覺的時間，您會有多少時間留給老婆與小孩呢？

你聽過 "小孩橫著長大 "這句話嗎？
許多所謂的科技新貴其實是很可憐的，每天很早就出門，這時可能小孩還在睡覺，
回到家時也已經很晚了，小孩老早就被哄上床睡覺了。
在這些科技新貴父親的眼中與印象中，真的，他們的小孩是 " 橫著長大的"。
如此的親子關係讓我們一直有個疑問： 這樣做值得嗎？

新竹某個科技公司的大會議室裡，大家都在談論何時才能趕上進度，順利將代工的產品交給客戶。
可是公司的一位重要幹部卻私下向處長要求請三天假，想帶太太與小孩去鄉下玩，
他認為：對小孩而言，童年只有一次，錯過這次的機會可能以後就沒了。
可是處長的回答是這樣的：帶小孩還需要你操心嗎? 媽媽生下 Baby 後給褓姆帶，
大一點後送安親班給小老師帶，上小學後交給老師帶，
國中當然也是給老師負責了。帶小孩有這麼難嗎？

難道在養兒育女方面，父母親就只扮演付錢的角色嗎？
開完會後，這位幹部做了一個重大的決定：當 月底就離職。
不管公司開出什麼條件都不管用，因為他認為家比公司重要，
縱使一年賺上數百萬，可是沒有一個完整的家庭，錢賺得再多值得嗎？

產業大量西進之後，許多根留台灣的產業也是很辛苦的，
他們最大的問題不在於找不到訂單，而是找不到人才。
因為大多數的理工人才都習以為常地到竹科或南科工作，
而主要工作的內容卻是照顧機台，維持生產的良率。
公司配發的手機必須24小時開機，生產機台一有問題就必須回廠處理。
每天忙到沒有時間思考與閱讀，這樣值得嗎？

有一位傳統產業的主事者這樣說：
十年後這些人就會後悔，
很多人不知道純代工產業是沒根的產業，那裡勞力最便宜就往那裡走。
我們可以斷定十年後這些純代工的產業必定移出台灣，
如果你沒有跟著轉進的話，台灣恐怕再也沒有你容身之地了。
十年可以做很多有意義的事情，但是 一個人的一生當中，可能只有 2-3個十年是真的有效的。

每天被進度追趕的人，整個思路都是如何追上進度，當然就沒有空餘的時間來思考或閱讀。
深度的思考需要在頭腦完全沒有任何負荷的情況下，進行獨立與不受拘束的考量。
閱讀也是達成創新的重要一環，
每天多看一本書，您就多一份心得，每多翻閱一本書就會多一種新想法。
如果您已被忙碌壓住了，可以預見的是沒有時間思考與閱讀，自己無法提升，別人也無法提升您，
蠟燭兩頭燒的最後結果就是對自己的完全放棄。
明天的力氣今天就要準備妥當，
如果您想把握明天的機運，唯有拋棄現在的忙與碌，好好的充實自己才是。

The Art of Cheating

This is a true story on how to earn 80 bucks with absolutely no sweat.

Date : April 23, 2008
Day : Wednesday
Time : Around 10pm
Crime scene : Hougang Plaza Kopitiam
The Believer : J, a man who not only looks charitable but is truly a good Samaritan
The Cheater : A fat woman
Story by : Me, the not as ‘fortunate’ fat woman


The fat woman carrying a rather dated mobile phone walked up to the not so innocent looking man i.e. J, who was going to buy his dinner after a hard day’s work.

(The following conversation may not be the exact words and diction)
“Fat woman: "My mum has been admitted to SGH and I need money to take a cab there and pay for her admin fee which is $65 but I do not have an ATM card. Can I borrow $80? I will call you tomorrow to return the money.”

J: “………”

I have no idea whether any question was asked or any words of consolation were said… but J’s actions that followed made me want to switch career and be a ‘con’sultant.

Back home.

J: “I may have done something good or I may have been cheated…”

Me: “How much?”

J showed me 3 fingers.

Me (thinking it cannot be $3): ”$30?”

J shook his head.

Me (thinking this cannot be true): “$80???”

J: “………”

After hearing what that fat woman had told J, I asked if he has taken down her number. Somehow, I had expected the answer to be no.

I was dead sure that that fat woman must be laughing her fats off and smoking, gambling or happily feasting at some corner with the easy money. She didn’t even have to plot and think so hard for the storyline.

I asked J what would he do if that fat woman calls him tomorrow and ask for $1K cos her mum needs surgery or even better, dead.

J (thinking he has the brilliant answer): “I’ll pass the phone to you.”

Me: “Than I’ll offer to buy her a coffin.”

J: “!!!”

Fact is, that woman cursed her own mother in the first place and if her poor mother is really dead and she really has no money, I’m all ready to help.

J must have though that I’m a heartless woman who hardly give to charity and often criticize those who came fore to ask for donation on the streets. With so many fraud cases being reported, why are we still so giving?

How poor is poor? Who are truly the needy? I think I’m poor cos I can’t afford a car, condo, another branded bag, etc. When will I be rich enough? Are we measuring our wealth base on our assets?

In reality, it takes great courage for a person who is truly in need to ask for money from their own relatives and friends, let alone from a complete stranger on the street. That fat woman has a damn mobile phone, dun she has anyone to call? And I’m sure some kind hearted taxi driver will be more than willing to give her a free ride. And you mean our hospitals will not attend to the patient if they can’t pay the $65 admin fee?

My point is, be charitable, care for the needy, earn those karma points but please do not give blindly. Be more selective and give to those only if you think deserve it. Stop encouraging and giving hope to those freeloaders who are too proud to work for a living, blame the whole world but them and think other people are responsible for keeping them alive.

If you can’t help feeling that they are genuinely in need of money, go the extra mile and offer to bring them to where they are going, call the police for them and put a cap to how charitable (monetary wise) you wan to be or how much are you willing to lose.

You can only blame yourself for being cheated… again.

What a difference a sad event in someone's life makes

GEORGE CARLIN (His wife recently died...)

Isn't it amazing that George Carlin-shockcomedian of the 70's and 80's - could write something so very eloquent...and so very appropriate.

A Message by George Carlin:
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways,but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less.

We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when te chnology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...

Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.

Remember, to say, 'I love you' to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

George Carlin

Magic of Math

1 x 8 + 1 = 9
12 x 8 + 2 = 98
123 x 8 + 3 = 987
1234 x 8 + 4 = 9876
12345 x 8 + 5 = 98765
123456 x 8 + 6 = 987654
1234567 x 8 + 7 = 9876543
12345678 x 8 + 8 = 98765432
123456789 x 8 + 9 = 987654321

Who is more talkative, Kopi or Bread?

Question: Who is more talkative, Kopi or Bread?
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Answer: Bread
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Because BreadTalk but KopiTiam!

Too Much Rubbish or Not Enough Green Bins?

What is Singaporean?

Too often I hear my non Singaporean friends say… “You Singaporeans this this this… You Singaporean that that that…” but what is Singaporean?

Being kiasu and kiasee is Singaporean? Joining the queue regardless what is that the pple are queuing for is Singaporean? Being insensitive is Singaporean? Being too sympathetic and overly generous to the unfortunate who are fortunate enough to have their story published on the papers is Singaporean? Complaining about anything and everything is Singaporean? Crowding at the MRT door, preventing passengers alighting from the train is Singaporean? Putting tissue paper on the tables or chairs to reserve seats at hawker centres is Singaporean? Just what is Singaporean?

Just because a foreigner dun agree to what they witness happening in the country i.e. Singapore; makes it a unique Singaporean problem?

I appreciate having grown up in this country but I’m not patriotic. I mean I’m not against the foreigners in my country but those statements thrown at me does not do justices to Singaporean. The country has welcomed so many foreigners that more than 50% of my surrounding friends are non Singaporean. And more importantly, how the hell you know that those pple who you think have done something disgusting are truly Singaporean? I mean we dun hang our pink ICs around our neck and we dun have distinct Singaporean features that one can easily identify.

I normally throw it back to them - “How do you know that that person is a Singaporean?” and even if that person is indeed a Singaporean; does that mean he represents the rest of the citizens?

My non Singaporean friends tell me that they have become localized, influenced by Singaporeans to be behaving like Singaporeans after being a PR for decade. I wonder is that really the case? Foreigners influenced by Singaporean or Singaporean influenced by foreigners?

Foreigners leaving their country to live in a foreign land will tend to bring along their culture. One may not make any difference, but hundreds and thousands of them? This is a universal problem but being a hospitable country, we accommodate. And when foreigners give birth here… their kids are naturally Singaporeans. So, what is Singaporean?

I feel that I’m losing my identity as a Singaporean. I feel more like a foreigner in my own country. More than once, pple have taken me to be a Chinese national, some say Malaysian and even Korean. I’m a true blue Singaporean, born and brought up here. Am I not behaving like how a Singaporean should behave? Than again, what is Singaporean?

Long and short, we are quick to pin point other people’s behavior and forget the position we are in. I’m not perfect but I’m learning to look at myself first before judging others.

Show me my $$$

I’m paying more and more for using public transportation run by private companies whose main objective is to make higher profits and never mind the crappy condition of the service tool that they provide cos little sheep like me have no choice but to take it.

This is the second time that I’m taking this bus with the air vent controller ripped off. My first encounter on this very bus was more than 1 month ago. I take bus no 159 twice a week after class and it’s usually very crowded.

Being very law abiding, considerate, thoughtful Singaporeans, Huimin & I will move towards the end of the bus… actually we spotted 2 empty seats right at the back row and nobody seems to be keen to take it.

So the two of us happily push our way through and plunge our ass on the seats and realize that we have reached the Artic North. The air con was blowing full blast at us. Luckily or unfortunately, I have prior experience in such situation except that time on bus no 153 it was one of those round turnable vent that was missing. I stuffed a huge ball of newspaper to block the blow.

Similarly, I folded a stack of newspapers (luckily Huimin had it with her) and stuff it up the huge rectangular hole. People around us who had avoided the seats and most probably were laughing at us for grapping them were impressed… or maybe embarrassed with their idiotism.

Second time on this same bus, we were blessed with 2 young boys who moved in to the corner seats and let us 2 fat old ladies take the outer ones. One ah boy dropped the bus a few stops after and the other who had his sweater on alighted not long after.

While I applauded SBS for its handicapped friendly bus and other minor improvements to make our traveling more comfortable, I think they need to focus on maintenance as well.

Speeding is another irritating thing that bus captain must be seriously punished. After causing the death of a young school boy at Hougang Central last year, bus captains of bus no 27 doesn’t seems to realize the importance of maintaining within their speed limit and driving carefully.

Why must pple only react only when something drastic happens?

Selfish me...

Why is eating on the public transport selfish when…

It’s a natural act cos all living things eat regardless if hungry or not
Fellow passengers get to share the smell of the food
Fellow passengers who are hungry will be full after swallowing tons of saliva
The wrappers, plastic cups, tissues etc help justify why more cleaners are needed
It’s the next favorite pastime after movie watching which TV Mobile is not
Provides an alternative visual entertainment to fellow passengers who may be bored
Help educate and demonstrate ways to eat a fried chicken wing or balance a pack of kueh tu tu on a moving vehicle
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I’m being selfish to condemn the act.


Why is cycling on the pedestrian or walkway selfish when…

More cyclists means less people congesting the walkway
Promotes healthy lifestyle (or was it to promote laziness)
Cycling off the road will prevent traffic disruption
Cyclists rings their bell until pedestrians move themselves to safety
Cyclists from foreign land shares their culture of cycling here
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I’m being selfish to condemn the act.

Interim Update

Ever since I started work, I haven’t had a good opportunity to pen down my thoughts on things that I have encountered and happenings around me but I’ll try. I have short term memory and these little notes will help me to remember and recall my thoughts in future.

Last week, I sat for my term one exam. The marketing paper was kind off expected cos of the ‘explicit’ exam tips given by my lovable flamboyant lecturer John. Although the questions were no surprise, it’s a test of your writing speed and how well you were with comprehension back in primary school. Stupid as it may seem but I actually have problem with spelling. I’m so used to ‘writing’ with the computer and most writing application comes equipped with this excellent spell check feature that I dun bother if the word ‘traveler’ is spelled with one or two 'L'.

The only downside is when I conveniently, blindly accepted the word suggested by the computer to replace a wrongly spelled word… like instead of Annual, I typed Annal and it came out Anal… “please refer to the Anal report attached…”

To finish 5 case studies in 2 hours was the major challenge for all especially for the more seniors. I have classmates who are retired and in the late 40s and most haven’t sat for any writing intensive exam for the last 10 years. The last time I struggled to finish a paper using a pen was like 3 -4 years ago when I was attempting for CITPM. It was hell…

The hospitality & resort mgmt paper was tough although there weren’t many materials to study on. There were only 4 questions but every question was a killer. It’s testing our general knowledge of the tourism industry, the cultural and political impact on the host country. There really was no right or wrong answers but how you argue and justify the case that you presented.

Most of us are not from the industry so naturally won't know the technicality unless you read a lot of newspaper and have great general knowledge. Sad to say that I only managed to flip the LIFE section of the straits times at night or early morning while in the toilet and knowledge wise… it’s really very general.

Anyhow, I’m really grateful to have such experienced, wonderful and fun lecturers for my tutorial class. Thanks to their selflessness that we get to know actual industrial practices which I find more important and valuable than purely delivering from the book. I see passion in what they are doing… I hope I can have that passion too.

Talking about passion at work, it’s coming to 2 months since I joined back as a contract staff. I’m really happy and surprised to be warmly welcomed by my colleagues and even the CIO. I can tell that he wanted to give me a hug but he is a shy man… very shy.

My bosses are keen to convert me to be permanent and have arranged for jobs to keep me occupied. All seems smooth and too good to be true but how can my salted veg life be sweet? Politics has always been a favorite game played in this company and that is one of the contributing factors why I left previously. I can never outwit, outsmart, outdo these people and it’s not my nature to do so.

Chili (not her real name, her identity cannot be disclosed to protect myself), once my supervisor, my teacher, my example, my friend, my colleague for 10 years is playing the game against me. I was really shocked and bottom line disappointed. My return is actually a threat to her.

Now situation seems to have improved. I hope she has sorted out her thoughts and realized that I can never be a threat to her and it’s never my intention to sabotage anyone’s career.

Despite the little unhappiness, I’m still happy that I’m back and I’m still me.

Why Didn’t You Throw Money Instead?

Ya right, go ahead and throw your rubbish out of the window you inconsiderate idiotic gluttony lazy bum! Treat the surrounding like your dumping ground!

I can’t believe what I found on my kitchen floor. Some bugger, most likely staying upstairs threw his/her emptied cracker bag complete with the ripped off piece out through the window and the strong wind delivered them to me.

Why dun you throw yourself out of the window… you piece of garbage!

Definition of Busy

While the dictionary defines it as actively and attentively engaged in work or a pastime; I say it’s an excuse to not be active or engaged in an activity of no interest.

Falling should be planned...

Indeed we should plan how we fall.

Many a times, I will slip and fall (almost) cos…
- I have small feet for my size
- I’m too fat for my feet to balance
- The sole of my shoe has worn out
- I stepped on something slippery like the banana skin
- The constant rain falls on the smooth pavement
- Cleaner just mopped or waxed the imported Italian floor tiles

1. I have small feet for my size - I’m 1.68m wearing size 6½ shoes. Some think it’s proportional but I think I have the smallest feet among my friends of the same height and built. Anyway, it’s a fact and I can’t change it.

2. I’m too fat for my feet to balance - My weighing machine is spoilt… no man or machine shall ever know my weight!

3. The sole of my shoe has worn out - Not too long ago, I buy shoes based on its design, color, price, etc… but never so much on its comfort, durability and quality which are the main qualities that I look for in the shoe that I buy today hence, Crocs.

It’s proven by me that their slip-resistant soles are excellent on any smooth wet surface and it’s really soft, comfortable. It molds to your feet and is bacteria and odor resistant.

4. I stepped on something slippery like the banana skin - Ermm… I watch my steps. So far, this has not happened… touch wood.

5. The constant rain falls on the smooth pavement - I’m not worried now cos I have my Crocs.

6. Cleaner just mopped or waxed the imported Italian floor tiles - Crocs saved my day but I like to add that while point 1 to 4 are controllable by myself and point 5 is very much due to nature’s work, I find it disturbing that major shopping malls are using floor tiles that may cause your bones to break in and even outside the malls.

On one of the pillar outside Takashimaya near Wisma Atria, there is a plate warning pedestrian to be careful cos the floor is slippery. (I forgot to take a picture of it when I was there.)

The onus is on the public to exercise own precaution not to slip and fall while on the mall’s premises cos they have to take care of the bigger picture… the beauty of the building in the middle of Orchard road.

Smoke “Free” Paradise

No, I’ve not invented a pill capsule that will release smoke like substance when taken and has the same effect / kick of actual puffing from the stick.

Someone should create an astronaut helmet/head gear look-alike device that will keep the smoke & cigarette within it… of cos including the head.

Smoking is not a natural act and studies have shown that breathing secondhand-smoke causes morbidity and mortality from cancer, heart disease, and respiratory disease, as well as acute sensory irritation. It causes the premature death of hundreds of thousands of nonsmokers worldwide.

Air around us is free… at least for the time being.

While I can understand that it’s extremely difficult for smokers to quit smoking, nonsmokers should have the right to breathe smoke-free air.

In order to achieve a win-win situation, smokers shall have to use this device so that they can continue to enjoy the freedom of sucking tobacco any time any where (even air-con, indoor places).

Nonsmokers can enjoy the free air without having to hold their breath, detour or overtake the smoker in front. Also, nonsmokers will not be labeled as being rude for frantically fanning away the smoke when smokers blow smoke into their faces.

Not to worry about the design of this device cos I believe with the advance technology and innovative fashion designers, the device will definitely blow your mind away. This state of the art accessory will be so sexy that even nonsmokers will want to wear it.

I’m thinking it should be a necklace like light chain or lanyard that smokers can hang over their neck. When the urge to smoke is here, simply release the compacted transparent non-combustible material hidden in the chain; and pull in over the head and snap it on the chain at the back of the neck.

There should also be a cigarette holding piece inside so that smokers can rest the stick when their hands are tired from holding it.

Smoke puffed out & ash will be neutralized by the wonderful device before smokers retract the transparent material back into the chain. Consumers can also choose their after smoke perfume that will be released.

A simpler version would be …
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Am I As Knowledgeable?

How is one’s knowledge measured? How can I tell if I’m more knowledgeable than my 7 year old nephew or my not at all senile grandmother?

A friend has been telling me more than once that the magnitude of knowledge she gained through her career as a financial advisor would not have been possible if she had stayed in her previous salaried office job.

“I would still be a 井底之蛙 (frog in the well) if I had stayed in that line...”

“Now I can converse confidently with CEOs, people of high profile and people of different trade… blah… blah… blah…”

“… I know much more than people of my age…”

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I wonder other than financial related information that she is without dispute to have much more knowledge than me, what else am I lacking?

Perhaps tricks to not let your spouse control you and why woman should not offer too much financially toward the household...

I mean, how does she know that I or any other person doesn’t have that knowledge she is referring to?

How much ‘knowledge’ one acquires depends greatly on one’s attitude. And I think one should have a positive mind and humble personality towards learning. Knowledge becomes wisdom only after it has been put to practical use.

Some drink at the fountain of knowledge. Others just gargle.

Corporate Image

I wonder if SMRT regulates that staff especially those in uniform maintain a certain corporate image.

For example,
- no vulgar language
- shirt must be tucked in
- hair must be neat & proper
- not occupy seats in crowded trains
- etc…

This particular SMRT personnel that was traveling with me towards HarbourFront was seating comfortably (later he shifted to this seat in the picture) admiring standing passengers around him and what puts me off is his punk hairstyle.

He was definitely on duty at that time cos he was carrying the trademark huge haversack and walkie talkie. Shouldn’t he be patrolling?

His carefully sculptured hair was highlighted blonde at the tips of the crown and at the tail that was way over the collar.

He looked like an over aged punk that got stuck in his 80s hairstyle.

If not for the uniform that he was wearing, I would think he was a potential trouble maker and not a train officer who has been 'trained to respond effectively to an emergency in the MRT system'.

Well, if SMRT has no such rules & regulations stipulated for their staff than its perfectly ok.

In my previous previous workplace which is not a small scale unlisted company, guys with pony tails, highlighted hair were not uncommon and ladies wear sexy spaghetti strap top and ultra mini skirt.

I think any organization should maintain a positive healthy corporate image unless of cos it’s intentional.

As much as I hate to admit, people judge a person by their looks. If the person that represents the company looks crappy, it’s not going to reflect well on the company.

Training By LTA? Suntec

While being stuck in the horrible traffic towards Suntec, I spotted a lamppost sprouted in the middle of what once used to be road.

I think more greens or walking space will take over this now defunct section of the road but shouldn’t the road be paved before planting the lamppost?

Hmm… unless LTA plans to train motorist’ to negotiate the ‘mini’ bend round the lamppost island so that trees can be saved and not face the fate of being chopped off to make way for future roads.

I still find the saga of spending $200,000 to create a diversion at Braddell road to save the 80+ year old Angsana Tree and later taking it down due to road safety reason absurd.

I mean, there were already a speed limit imposed complete with signs and warnings, why are there still many motorists unable to keep to their lanes?

The tree on the tree lane is like human on the pedestrian.

LTA should seriously look into ‘removing’ all humans from the roadside walkway so that motorist can continue to ignore the speed limit and no ‘near accident’ situations would ever occur.

LTA & The LampStalk.


















New section & shops in Suntec.

老三轮车夫 & The 3 Monkeys

Read somewhere that these 3 monkeys are talents working in Singapore (as part time models).

Reports from local papers, eNew Paper even on Dailymail.UK.



Is this how we want foreign talents to contribute to our country?

Sometimes I feel compromised in my own land. There are so many foreigners around that a significant percentage of my friends are not local. I’m not saying that they shouldn’t be here; after all they are such great friends.

Maybe there really isn’t much/enough local breed that are as talented or have become foreign talent themselves else where or they have all migrated…

No offence to my dear friends from overseas. I’m just expressing my thoughts from my experience with certain foreign ‘talents’.

Anyway, Life is a compromise!

The measure of a man

A man must be responsible for all his doings especially his words. What comes out of that mouth of a pea brain good for nothing man will or have had caused harm to innocent people directly or indirectly.

‘800 cutovers’ has done it again. He likes to portray himself as a gentleman, a great Casanova, a philanderer. He has been targeting at new pretty colleagues, asking them out for lunch, sending messages calling them darling, dear, baby, sweet heart…

No married man of a decent correct mind would do that to another female especially those that are already married.

One of the female colleagues had a hard time explaining to her husband as to why she have messages from another man and calling her names that only a boyfriend or husband would call.

And he was not embarrassed to tell them that there are girls going after him. I think he still thinks his wife was that naïve stupid girl who got cheated by his fake façade. But than again, birds of a feather flock together. Maybe Mrs ‘800 cutovers’ is also having her fair share of fun.

As a married woman, I pity his wife. Such behavior is not any different from actual cheating.

‘800 cutovers’ has been silence about his recent promotion. But being humble is not one of the characteristics of a faker… what happened?

Well… simply because he had already ‘promoted’ himself years back when he was just a nobody in the company. I bet he introduces his fake rank first before mentioning his name to his clubbing friends.

Fake people have pea brain. Or perhaps all their brain power are focused on how and what to show off next, remembering what was the lie that was told to ‘A’ versus ‘B’ and how to get that idiot to do this piece of shitty work for them.

Friends have other friends. Words spread and shortly we all knew of his self proclaimed title in the company. This has been on going even until months before he finally got promoted.

Since he has always been that ‘somebody’ in the company, he can’t celebrate his promotion to that ‘somebody’. The only reward was the official name card of his ‘new’ title that he immediately asked the admin to print. How pathetic.

Ego is a crime. Fame is a badge of shame.