Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Thursday, February 23, 2006
joke of the day
Put about 100 bricks in some particular order in a closed room with an openwindow.
Then send 2 or 3 candidates in the room and close the door.
Leave them alone and come back after 6 hours and then analyze the situation.
If they are counting the bricks. Put them in the accounts department.
If they are recounting them.. Put them in auditing.
If they have messed up the whole place with the bricks, Put them in engineering.
If they are arranging the bricks in some strange order..Put them inplanning.
If they are throwing the bricks at each other. Put them in operations
If they are sleeping. Put them in security. I
f they have broken the bricks into pieces. Put them in information technology.
If they are sitting idle. Put them in human resources.
If they say they have tried different combinations, yet not a brick has been moved, Put them in sales.
If they have already left for the day. Put them in marketing.
If they are staring out of the window. Put them on strategic planning
reading the joke above, im laughing to myself... i belong to sales & marketing but of course im not off for the day even at eight PM. working my ass off. never been so hard working and im getting annoyed that the work is endless. so i guess i am more appropriately classified as operations!
Then send 2 or 3 candidates in the room and close the door.
Leave them alone and come back after 6 hours and then analyze the situation.
If they are counting the bricks. Put them in the accounts department.
If they are recounting them.. Put them in auditing.
If they have messed up the whole place with the bricks, Put them in engineering.
If they are arranging the bricks in some strange order..Put them inplanning.
If they are throwing the bricks at each other. Put them in operations
If they are sleeping. Put them in security. I
f they have broken the bricks into pieces. Put them in information technology.
If they are sitting idle. Put them in human resources.
If they say they have tried different combinations, yet not a brick has been moved, Put them in sales.
If they have already left for the day. Put them in marketing.
If they are staring out of the window. Put them on strategic planning
reading the joke above, im laughing to myself... i belong to sales & marketing but of course im not off for the day even at eight PM. working my ass off. never been so hard working and im getting annoyed that the work is endless. so i guess i am more appropriately classified as operations!
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
gambling culture
for the first time in my life i see $100,000.00 cash.
one slab of 1 thousand notes.
that's how they gamble. (the 100K one of the player's capital)
ridiculous you may say.
welcome to my new office's culture.
it is CNY and the people here gamble a lot.
every day there is a make-shift table during lunch.
i never had the luck with gambling but i do like the kick of it.
but i have so much work to do, i'll give the game a miss.
small bets are $50-$1000.
VIP table bets are $1000-$7000 per bet.
whatever the case, this is an eye-opener for me.
never in my life did i see so much cash.
and this is entertainment!
will i become like this one day?
if i do, please kick my ass.
one slab of 1 thousand notes.
that's how they gamble. (the 100K one of the player's capital)
ridiculous you may say.
welcome to my new office's culture.
it is CNY and the people here gamble a lot.
every day there is a make-shift table during lunch.
i never had the luck with gambling but i do like the kick of it.
but i have so much work to do, i'll give the game a miss.
small bets are $50-$1000.
VIP table bets are $1000-$7000 per bet.
whatever the case, this is an eye-opener for me.
never in my life did i see so much cash.
and this is entertainment!
will i become like this one day?
if i do, please kick my ass.
Friday, February 03, 2006
Two Thousand & SIX
Dear people,
how are you?
i am so very busy at work that i dont get to see the sun. thirteen hours a day at work is no joke let alone unhealthy. look at my waist line and i was shocked i am fat.
went taipei and it was not fun for me. ok, to be fair, i think i was just too moody to enjoy it. firstly, it was cold. me hot babe cant take 13 deg. plus the silly thing about having to shower twice a day is killing me. it is a singaporean thing. cleanliness. hence i was down with fever. was just too gloom to enjoy much. but not bad la, bought most stuff for my dad. went to taipei 101, went luxy-- their biggest coolest disco. watched machi, one memeber of F4 and aisha performed. saw no-no in person. *too damn shy to asked for a photo together. permed my hair. (yes got to do it there, haha. it is different) ate smelly toufu, ate o-wa-mee-sua. took a teeny bit of a fearsome-factor pig's blood clogged into a cake. almost puke. what else... fisherman village was nice. ximen ding - did barbie doll eye lashes. looked fabulous but not practical cos got to maintain. humm.. maybe i should go find it in singapore. it really makes u look like a doll. really.
yang-wa-wa.
so much so for my O-K holiday. the most valuable thing i gained from this trip is to renew an old friendship. you know, sometimes when friendship are age-old and you dont spend enough time talking-hearts, we are really not what our friends think we are. any relationship needs updating, re-making, make-over to be up-dated. so i've dedicated this year to do just that. hence if i pop by to your house for dinner or just to hang-around, you'll know that im just updating. ok folks?
will show you most taiwan pix later on...
CNY. yeah. it is no new year till CNY.
it's such a big thing that there's no newspaper on CNY day-one.
i often dont understand what's the big deal but it is big deal anyway. reunion.
we had 20 tiny tiny tiny fishes in our pond. they are so small, they are like this comma , just so small,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, twenty of them. so cute.
how are you?
i am so very busy at work that i dont get to see the sun. thirteen hours a day at work is no joke let alone unhealthy. look at my waist line and i was shocked i am fat.
went taipei and it was not fun for me. ok, to be fair, i think i was just too moody to enjoy it. firstly, it was cold. me hot babe cant take 13 deg. plus the silly thing about having to shower twice a day is killing me. it is a singaporean thing. cleanliness. hence i was down with fever. was just too gloom to enjoy much. but not bad la, bought most stuff for my dad. went to taipei 101, went luxy-- their biggest coolest disco. watched machi, one memeber of F4 and aisha performed. saw no-no in person. *too damn shy to asked for a photo together. permed my hair. (yes got to do it there, haha. it is different) ate smelly toufu, ate o-wa-mee-sua. took a teeny bit of a fearsome-factor pig's blood clogged into a cake. almost puke. what else... fisherman village was nice. ximen ding - did barbie doll eye lashes. looked fabulous but not practical cos got to maintain. humm.. maybe i should go find it in singapore. it really makes u look like a doll. really.
yang-wa-wa.
so much so for my O-K holiday. the most valuable thing i gained from this trip is to renew an old friendship. you know, sometimes when friendship are age-old and you dont spend enough time talking-hearts, we are really not what our friends think we are. any relationship needs updating, re-making, make-over to be up-dated. so i've dedicated this year to do just that. hence if i pop by to your house for dinner or just to hang-around, you'll know that im just updating. ok folks?
will show you most taiwan pix later on...
CNY. yeah. it is no new year till CNY.
it's such a big thing that there's no newspaper on CNY day-one.
i often dont understand what's the big deal but it is big deal anyway. reunion.
we had 20 tiny tiny tiny fishes in our pond. they are so small, they are like this comma , just so small,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, twenty of them. so cute.
Thursday, December 01, 2005
what's worth
my recent resignation at my workplace has created a stir in the already active office politics.
they have suspected that i will join a competing company.
a strings of events followed but i am just a pebble at the beach so the dust will settle after the news gets digested. though i am touched by the extend of the concern that someone has for me.
i've been told that i am stubborn as an ox and i agree to that. there is nothing wrong being stubborn and i truely am happy and touched that he went to lengths to protect me. though of course i have a mind of my own. that is the stubborn part in the equation.
whatever the case, thank you. i appreciate your protectiveness. i can take care of myself and i trust my judgement so please just say that you're proud of me and dont say that i am wrong because i will have to then prove you wrong.
i like what i do and i am certain i can do more at the new company. so give me your blessings.
there is a sense of inner peace, a sense of confidence that i am beginning to grasp. no wonder they say that comes with age.
i'll tell you more about my new job next spring, meantime, im going to taiwan! taipei.
cool.
i've never really made a holiday with a friend-- an old and good friend and i want us to have a wonderful time. this will be a memory i bring to old age i believe. plus we're there to find another age old friend, so it is a union for three. i sound too old dont i? im just crazy.
dont ask me to buy anything ok, i already have my bags full. im going to stock up my entire year's waredrobe and my sis' waredrobe and my dad's waredrobe and my mom's waredrobe and my husband's waredrobe. i often wonder why i write in that order of appearance and wonder if that is order of importance. my sis is the dearest thing to me and so is my husband and so is my dad and so is my mom. so what ever order it is, it is becos our mind tends to think linear. there is NO ORDER in fact. all if them are equally important.
i again often wonder if anyone of you reading this actually knows what im rattling about most of the time. but then i should really write like no one's listening isnt it?
they have suspected that i will join a competing company.
a strings of events followed but i am just a pebble at the beach so the dust will settle after the news gets digested. though i am touched by the extend of the concern that someone has for me.
i've been told that i am stubborn as an ox and i agree to that. there is nothing wrong being stubborn and i truely am happy and touched that he went to lengths to protect me. though of course i have a mind of my own. that is the stubborn part in the equation.
whatever the case, thank you. i appreciate your protectiveness. i can take care of myself and i trust my judgement so please just say that you're proud of me and dont say that i am wrong because i will have to then prove you wrong.
i like what i do and i am certain i can do more at the new company. so give me your blessings.
there is a sense of inner peace, a sense of confidence that i am beginning to grasp. no wonder they say that comes with age.
i'll tell you more about my new job next spring, meantime, im going to taiwan! taipei.
cool.
i've never really made a holiday with a friend-- an old and good friend and i want us to have a wonderful time. this will be a memory i bring to old age i believe. plus we're there to find another age old friend, so it is a union for three. i sound too old dont i? im just crazy.
dont ask me to buy anything ok, i already have my bags full. im going to stock up my entire year's waredrobe and my sis' waredrobe and my dad's waredrobe and my mom's waredrobe and my husband's waredrobe. i often wonder why i write in that order of appearance and wonder if that is order of importance. my sis is the dearest thing to me and so is my husband and so is my dad and so is my mom. so what ever order it is, it is becos our mind tends to think linear. there is NO ORDER in fact. all if them are equally important.
i again often wonder if anyone of you reading this actually knows what im rattling about most of the time. but then i should really write like no one's listening isnt it?
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
i am blessed
i am the most blessed person i know
i got many well wishes from my friends and relatives and colleagues
im 32 today. i still think im 23.
i'll forever think im 23.
and i think im forever 23.
i simply like that number. it is everywhere.
i could never have guessed my husband loves me very much.
yes of course everyone's husband loves the wife you say
yes and i said i couldnt have known becos i was a rather disgrunted wife
i disgruntle about him many times.
always about small stuff and i quitely stay unhappy about small things.
that all changed last week.
i was testing out an old mobile phone with his SIM card.
all that was left in his "in box" are messages from me.
and they are messages that only meant something to the 2 of us.
like i would tell him i wanna grow old with him, wake with next to him, put night cream for him before bed.
of course i perhaps only did once or twice -- putting night cream for him.
but i meant it that i want to grow old with him.
and that message was like 3 years old and it is still sitting in his "in box".
as for me, took for granted all these small stuff.
he left a present for me on the table, together with a balloon.
balloon. like a kid's party.
ok.
next.
my parents.
they are so sweet. they gave me ang bow.
and asked me out for dinner.
they were not like this before.
next.
my relatives.
my aunties smsed me BD greetings. like first thing in the morning.
they are quite illiterate with english and software applications but they sent me MMS.
something remarkable for them.
next my cousins.
they hand make cards, wrote notes. and one thing struck me was the personal touch from them.
then my old friends and ex-colleagues.
and an old BF.
many
waited for the clock to strike after 12, they sent me BD wishes.
you know, i am touched.
becos i am really rather old. and i still get theses sweet things meant for a teen.
my colleagues bought me a mini-cake. all for me.
make me make a wish.
i wished for everyone to experience love.
i wished for everyone to have their hearts touched.
to know that there is love.
that is my BD wish for everyone.
next is one old friend.
she sent me a t-shirt with 11 white sheeps and one red sheep.
it reads: "dare to be different"
i love it. though i feel that the red sheep should be black.
becos those who dared to be differnt is ususally called the black sheep of the family.
my future boss asked me to book a dinner and he will join me and my friend.
he said dinner is on him.
i declined nicely and told him that the greatest gift he has for me was that he believed in me.
so, people.
my humble slogan has always been--
"i have so much love to give as i have so much love received"
so thank you everybody.
i got many well wishes from my friends and relatives and colleagues
im 32 today. i still think im 23.
i'll forever think im 23.
and i think im forever 23.
i simply like that number. it is everywhere.
i could never have guessed my husband loves me very much.
yes of course everyone's husband loves the wife you say
yes and i said i couldnt have known becos i was a rather disgrunted wife
i disgruntle about him many times.
always about small stuff and i quitely stay unhappy about small things.
that all changed last week.
i was testing out an old mobile phone with his SIM card.
all that was left in his "in box" are messages from me.
and they are messages that only meant something to the 2 of us.
like i would tell him i wanna grow old with him, wake with next to him, put night cream for him before bed.
of course i perhaps only did once or twice -- putting night cream for him.
but i meant it that i want to grow old with him.
and that message was like 3 years old and it is still sitting in his "in box".
as for me, took for granted all these small stuff.
he left a present for me on the table, together with a balloon.
balloon. like a kid's party.
ok.
next.
my parents.
they are so sweet. they gave me ang bow.
and asked me out for dinner.
they were not like this before.
next.
my relatives.
my aunties smsed me BD greetings. like first thing in the morning.
they are quite illiterate with english and software applications but they sent me MMS.
something remarkable for them.
next my cousins.
they hand make cards, wrote notes. and one thing struck me was the personal touch from them.
then my old friends and ex-colleagues.
and an old BF.
many
waited for the clock to strike after 12, they sent me BD wishes.
you know, i am touched.
becos i am really rather old. and i still get theses sweet things meant for a teen.
my colleagues bought me a mini-cake. all for me.
make me make a wish.
i wished for everyone to experience love.
i wished for everyone to have their hearts touched.
to know that there is love.
that is my BD wish for everyone.
next is one old friend.
she sent me a t-shirt with 11 white sheeps and one red sheep.
it reads: "dare to be different"
i love it. though i feel that the red sheep should be black.
becos those who dared to be differnt is ususally called the black sheep of the family.
my future boss asked me to book a dinner and he will join me and my friend.
he said dinner is on him.
i declined nicely and told him that the greatest gift he has for me was that he believed in me.
so, people.
my humble slogan has always been--
"i have so much love to give as i have so much love received"
so thank you everybody.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Friday, November 04, 2005
don't kill the messenger
don't kill the messenger
why do many people like to shoot the messenger when they've got a news they dont like.
at my office, lunch is provided daily. this is becos my place at jurong is very ulu. we've got to take a bus to find food. plus, lunch hour is officially noon to noon-thirty. 30 mins but no one really follows. we just eat and talk. that's the only time i could unwind a little. you know, work is really taking all my focus and energy. i've got an old shoulder injury that is aching now... been well for like.. 8 years,, and now becos im tired, it's aching.. need a massage.
k,, about shooting the messenger. we have to give our lunch order by 10am sharp. once the clock ticks 10.01, the aunty will not take any orders. sometimes when we work, we forget the time. obviously if a worker works and forget the time means that he is a good worker. and that is me, i think work is more important than lunch. many times, they have to peel me from my work station to ask me for lunch. so anyway i was saying-- there is this nice young chap, he is young and still very nice (as in kind). he would take orders for those regulars (my gang). they would shout (ask aloud) - what's for lunch today? what's the menu? and he would rattle on whatever that's on menu. then they would go "AI YA!! SAME OLD BORING STUFF! EVERY DAY EAT THE SAME THING, CANT THEY HAVE SOMETHING ELSE" and this goes on for as long till i intervened. you see , i hate it when kind people who are doing a favour bear the brunt of hostility. eventhough this is mild, i still dont like it. so one day i joked- AI YA DONT KILL THE MESSENGER, if you're not happy, you've got to go order lunch yourself. then i demonstrated that i am grateful that there is first of all, lunch provided, secondly, someone kind enough to remind me about ordering lunch so that i dont miss the boat. with me happily saying thank you to the boy, eventually the complaints stopped.
dont kill the messenger. kill yourself maybe.
why do many people like to shoot the messenger when they've got a news they dont like.
at my office, lunch is provided daily. this is becos my place at jurong is very ulu. we've got to take a bus to find food. plus, lunch hour is officially noon to noon-thirty. 30 mins but no one really follows. we just eat and talk. that's the only time i could unwind a little. you know, work is really taking all my focus and energy. i've got an old shoulder injury that is aching now... been well for like.. 8 years,, and now becos im tired, it's aching.. need a massage.
k,, about shooting the messenger. we have to give our lunch order by 10am sharp. once the clock ticks 10.01, the aunty will not take any orders. sometimes when we work, we forget the time. obviously if a worker works and forget the time means that he is a good worker. and that is me, i think work is more important than lunch. many times, they have to peel me from my work station to ask me for lunch. so anyway i was saying-- there is this nice young chap, he is young and still very nice (as in kind). he would take orders for those regulars (my gang). they would shout (ask aloud) - what's for lunch today? what's the menu? and he would rattle on whatever that's on menu. then they would go "AI YA!! SAME OLD BORING STUFF! EVERY DAY EAT THE SAME THING, CANT THEY HAVE SOMETHING ELSE" and this goes on for as long till i intervened. you see , i hate it when kind people who are doing a favour bear the brunt of hostility. eventhough this is mild, i still dont like it. so one day i joked- AI YA DONT KILL THE MESSENGER, if you're not happy, you've got to go order lunch yourself. then i demonstrated that i am grateful that there is first of all, lunch provided, secondly, someone kind enough to remind me about ordering lunch so that i dont miss the boat. with me happily saying thank you to the boy, eventually the complaints stopped.
dont kill the messenger. kill yourself maybe.
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