Hoax Alert! – Mangosteen Saviour

Recently there are circulations of flyers going around, boasting how eating mangosteen can retrieve life. Do you think such moron will exist in Singapore, going around wasting money and time just to tell people eating mangosteen will save your life like curing strokes?

At first instant, I knew someone was trying something funny; it was simply business tactic.

A second flyer reveals the businessman’s cunningness, proving my analysis correct. The advertising of the company is well planned and the culprit shows a brilliant talent but I’m never impressed.

The flow chart of the scheme is of following:
1. Purchasing or ordering of large quantity of product
2. Spread news of how the product can improve health
3. Spread news of your company selling the product

My neighbour has bought a bottle of mangosteen juice for eighty dollars. This amount of money matters a lot to a pair of old couple and average Singaporean would certainly need to work two days for it. I can survive for two weeks with the eighty bucks.

If it appears on the news that scientists have announced the miracle of taking mangosteen, I would probably believe it.

Met Felicia Chin at Ichiban Boshi

[Tuesday, 29 May, 2007]

Being sad brought me to bed early as usual. I dozed off in disappointments as early as before 2am. I waked up at 7.45am to continue with updating of my websites.

Most of them were late for work as usual but I supposed they did it on purpose because they did not want to leave at 6pm and squeeze with the working people on train. I began working right after stepping into the office in order to cover up for my slowness as a beginner.

Right outside my department’s room

Clearer view of the floor after the old carpet was removed

New extended space

Work was filling my time in my new job and I supposed it would be terrible very soon. After all, the nice people would probably make my days better. The changing of new carpets gave excitements. Even though the moodiness was still suffocating me on my chest, I did not show it on my face and even tried to crap around.

The view


We went out for lunch at Ichiban Boshi at the Esplanade. The six of us – Sheila, Liza, Niza, Carol, Eugene and I – took two cabs to go over. I had a set of Chicken Katsudon and Eugene had a much bigger feast even though he was complaining about having to spend more money. Anyway, I guessed he was from a quite well-to-do family. One of the waitresses looked like Felicia Chin and they started teasing me when I announced it as a joke like as if I was interested. Her name was Sophia and before we left the place, I turned to her and asked her if she had a sister by the name of Felicia Chin, which placed smiles on her face.

It was a long lunch and actually I was quite worried. We had problems flagging for cabs on the way home and bus 97 refused to come to our aid. “Felicia Chin” took a cab in front of the taxi stand and one of them told me she had turned back to smile at us. Alas, we still managed to grab two cabs at one go and finally got back to the office. I was told that the big boss was inside our room and I hoped nobody had badmouthed us for going back late.

Work was getting more terrible with stuffs being introduced; but since Sheila and Liza had been coping with them well, I was sure that I would certainly survive, but perhaps with mistakes made. Sheila came over to my system to teach me about the various projects. Using my logged in account, she sent quite a number of emails to push people for replies. I felt very weird and uneasy for it was totally not my style of messaging. When she tried to impress others in my place, I felt so stressed for I was afraid the recipients would misunderstand that I was already very well versed in my entire job scope.

After work, I had a jog with Carol, Kimmy, Teng Teng and Ping Ping towards Marina South. Even though I stayed so near, I rarely went over and thus, I almost thought I would lose my way; besides I was not sure which exact route they were taking. I followed Kimmy at the start until I decided to push myself harder and soon, lost track of her. Luckily I was bright enough to judge the distance and stopped at a junction for them, where it was just a hundred metres away from the actual point. I already very tired but the girls thought I was really that fit. However, I managed to jog my way back and waited for them near the KTV for nearly ten minutes.

When we got back to office, Liza, Sheila, Brian and Niza were still around. Niza had already scanned her impressive drawing and was adding colours to the soft copy using Photoshop and Flash. I felt very guilty to leave Liza behind at first since she was my partner and we were supposed to share our workload. It was until at night, I recalled that she was not there very early and it could be her plan to compensate to the company.

Work continued to haunt me.

Too Slow

[Monday, 28 May, 2007]

I began the day with applying SP services for Kaven through internet. It was my first time but for most property agents, they should be used to it already.

I went to sleep at around 4am and waked up four hours later. After updating my websites, I left for work.

There were new chairs in the office and they actually produced a weird smell. I received the ClinicPlus member card, which was used for seeing doctors, such that I would only need to fork out five dollars at selected clinics; it was of course not as good as Gilbert’s one – free-of-charge.

Lunch was with the new intern, Eugene, Elgin and a few other developers. I took the duck rice for three bucks at the same stall which I bought char siew rice for two fifty, and basically they both sucked. I supposed the place was not as cheap as what they really thought.

It was actually a bad work day for the interruptions of my phone. I hated to be disturbed when I was trying to concentrate on my work but many things, such as the troublesome property agent work continued to pester me, driving me so sick. I began having a headache though I did not display it.

After work at around 6.30pm, a few of us went to get Sheila’s greeting card. We took train to Cityhall and managed to get one soon at Citylink. I could or rather, should go home immediately but since I stayed near, it was not nice to turn them down.

The semi dizziness and headache docked to my night. When my elder brother returned home after sending his girlfriend off, I wanted to use his visa card to register for the beach volleyball. The lousy website was revamped a bit and they did not allow registration anymore though the deadline was two days later.

I hated myself so much but nothing seemed to help. Somehow I felt that I had let down Wilson, Tze Khit and Ying Ying, and it was such a big disappointment that Tze Khit had finally agreed to help me out after so much persuasion.

Unproductive Sunday

[Sunday, 27 May, 2007]

I had another round of dash for work but it seemed helpless when the shares price refused to go up.

It was a boring day, waking up at around noon to continue with my work and soon, dozing off again as predicted the day before. My plan to touch on my photos to upload them into the older blog entries failed totally; it was a disappointing day for the lack of production.

I did some blogging during evening and managed to drag myself to start checking my wardrobe. I found three formal long sleeve shirts wrapped and thus knowing I did not get anymore since I was not required to wear so formal for my current job. Perhaps, I had too many old clothes that I did not bear to part with.

I Suck

I’m in a messed up now.

I forget to update some things in my previous blog entries.

I have been dragging on and only get to update my blog two days after the actual date.

I have not uploaded photos for the entire months.

I have not added captions to an entry during January.

I fail to lie again to save myself from fatigue.

My share price has been dropping despite I have tried so hard everyday to update the site.

I have registered too late for the NTUC beach volleyball when Tze Khit has agreed to play for me.

I dare not tell a person, “Hey you owed me a date since more than two years ago, and so are you free since you are on holidays?”

Swim and Shop with Gilbert and Jesslin

[Saturday, 26 May, 2007]

In order to compensate for the earlier wastage of time due to my slowness, I worked hard and only went to sleep at 5.30am. It was difficult to drag myself up at 9am and I was almost late. I reached Ang Mo Kio MRT station by 11am to meet up with Gilbert.

We went to the swimming pool and swam eleven laps with long intervals. Jesslin finally arrived and she continued to swim twelve laps and each time, only stopped to exchange a few sentences with us; she showed no sign of panting. Upon seeing Jesslin’s effort, I was so motivated but the long rest and cold weather caused a cramp on my toe that I did not dare to exert strength. However, Gilbert and I managed to cover another nine laps before we rested and left the pool.

Just as I checked my phone, I saw the message from Mingfa telling me that the volleyball game at night was cancelled due to insufficient players and I was quite disappointed for I had brought along all my gears, causing the heaviness. I took two slices of bread while waiting for Jesslin, which I regretted but I did not want to waste the food that my mum had prepared for me for the previous day.

Gilberto enjoying his food at “Wow! Noodle” at AMK Hub

We went to Ang Mo Kio Hub and had our lunch at “Wow! Noodle”. I stupidly ordered the chicken chop with fried rice and I hated the gravy. However, the chicken chop slices, looked more like chicken cutlet, tasted like twisties, which was kind of special. Gilbert had noodle and burger and he was very satisfied. I could not finish my share of food and felt very guilty. I felt so bloated the entire day and I suspected something was wrong with my digestive system.

Ceiling of the G2000 Shop


We went on to shop around but Gilbert was more interested to find a G2000 shop and thus we went to Orchard soon. We began walking around Wisma, Takashimaya and followed by Robinson. There were a number of clothes which I quite adored but I knew my wardrobe was still in a mess with quite a number of new clothes wrapped. I was unfortunate overwhelmed with the tiredness and sleepiness that wherever we went, I would ask for the shoes department – available seats. I even suggested going to the furniture shop – to try out their beds.

At Plaza Singapura

At Dhoby Ghaut MRT station

Our last stop was Plaza Singapura and I was quite impressed with myself that I could walk so far in my condition. A stop-by at the MacDonald’s almost ended our day but I was unable to take in food. Gilbert was kind enough to help me get a cup of tea but there was no steam coming out of the water and the packets of sugar and cream obviously could not be melted. Both of us were okay with it but Jesslin was so nice that she immediately took it and got it changed, but sadly, the replaced one was not really hot enough as well. I was craving for the double filet-o-fish, felt so disappointed that I could not eat any food until they told me there was no double filet-o-fish anymore. We did a short final shopping before going home.

I tried to register for the beach competition but I was stunned to realise they would only allow cheque or credit card payment. I was not sure if they would allow me to register using my mum’s name since she was a NTUC member.

Keyi and Weiwen messaged me to chat in MSN, which was very rare. Alas, I dozed off but managed to wake up before 10.30pm.

I remembered I had not had my dinner and started to cook instant noodle. When the water was almost boiled and the noodle was almost cooked, I realised I could have added in sausage and crab meat. However, I did not defrost them and threw them into the same bowl without even washing them. I had to let the noodle continue to be heated up with the new ingredients. Finally, I made a little mess while breaking the egg.

The Worst Bank in Singapore

[Friday, 25 May, 2007]

I got to sleep from 2am to 8am and was satisfied with my performance to sleep early. I continued with some work before setting off to my company.

I was intending to fulfil the client’s request by changing an advertisement banner of the S-League website but somehow there was no changes reflected on the actual site. It was only till an hour later, Sheila dropped by and told me I was only uploading it to the company’s server and not the actual one. That was the IP which she saw in my email and told me to transfer the new file into. It seemed like I had to put in much more effort to really figure out everything.

I continued with transferring of contents from an old website to the developing site and I was getting a better hand of it. However, I was not sure of my speed and the most important thing was to meet the deadline. Liza told me it was okay for I was only a beginner but that did not justify the speed of my work. I had been working so hard, trying to avoid errors and also made extra effort to check the actual day of the week of each article when only the date was provided, such that the entire date format would be really standardised. I did not want to work too slow nor fast, which would cause delay or extra workload.

I took a half day leave in this first week of my new job. I left for home at 1pm and my mum had bought nasi lemak for me. While travelling to Toa Payoh, I almost overshot after dozing off and managed to dash out of the train seconds before the doors closed. I took a seat at the first level of the HDB Hub and was shocked to realise Kelly was already at level two, and was more surprised that she did not give me a call. George and his wife arrived later and somehow, we were delayed.

Rinna called Kelly and I quickly went down to meet her. It was the first time I dealt with non JTC resale flat and I was not sure of the actual procedure; worst still, there was a bank loan and non HDB lawyer involved.

The lawyer, Wendy, had told me hours ago that there was a problem with Maybank issuing the Cashier Order (cheque) and she would call me back to update me. I received no news from her and Rinna asked me to give Wendy a call and since it was my job, I tried it but Wendy was not in the office, placing question marks in my brain.

I was so shocked of these “professionals” – Chris Chong Law Firm and Maybank. I was not sure who was at fault but what we were facing was huge transaction of money and existing big players of this market should never give such crap that the appointment time was ripe but we heard no news from them.

We had to embarrassingly tell the HDB officer that the lawyer was not there yet and also told the sellers to go and have some food. Meanwhile, Rinna pressed me to follow up on Wendy and only at the third call, she was back in office. Yet again, she told me she would get back to me when the bank’s Cashier Order was released.

This time, Rinna told me to call the banker directly and I went to the Maybank branch nearby to seek for Grace’s number and the receptionist refused to give me the number. I had to go back to the HDB officer’s room embarrassingly again to retrieve the bank’s letter of offer to search for Grace’s number. Eventually, I was able to contact her but she told me it was not her problem anymore. She put my line on hold for a couple of minutes before giving me a number to contact someone called Steven Lee. I could not get through his line and after a few minutes, I finally succeeded and he sounded quite polite and offered to help me check about it without shrinking responsibility. Rinna got me to call Wendy back and this time, she was besides me and said loudly that the law firm should have collected the Cashier Order a day before. Wendy was already not in a very polite tone, sounding quite pissed, and upon hearing about this, she raised her voice and claimed that it was Maybank’s practise not to release the Cashier Order a day before the appointment. Since I was new to the line, I was not very sure who was at fault but I was glad that I had done my part, and definitely more than that.

After some time, almost an hour after the actual appointment time, Wendy called me back and told me her runner was collecting the Cashier Order at Maybank’s Ang Mo Kio branch and would take another fifteen more minutes to arrive. Steven Lee called me back soon after and told me it was done and I was too boiled to talk more. After some time, Rinna told me to call the runner, Edmund, and he was already at the car park. We finally went back into the officer’s room and did everything, which ended fast.

By the time we finished everything, I realised it was near 5pm and there was no chance for me to hurry back to the agency to submit the cheque from George and to collect the cheque of 219 Ang Mo Kio – my plan was screwed up by either the law firm or bank, or both of them. it was a rare chance that I could take a half day leave to settle stuffs, which was a great sacrifice since I could have saved the leave to go out with friends and not giving any bad impression to my new company for taking leave on the first week of work. Moreover, the following Monday onwards I had to continue to work and the agency would not wait for me after 6pm. The law firm and bank had given me such big problem that I was unable to go back to the agency to settle my stuffs.

I could not help but feel so pissed off even though I had told myself not to get so fed up over bastards. It was just too ridiculous for them to display such unprofessional service. Apart from me, the sellers had taken time off from his work just to attend the appointment and the delay would give problems for him to return back to work in time. In fact, the HDB officer complained to us about the bank as well for their repeatedly delaying of time. Rinna was asking me to cool down but I was the one facing all the stupid phone calls and obviously she was not as pissed off as me.

If any bank is causing delay of more than an hour, it does reflect and clearly show their capability. They play with investment and each second can pose so much difference to the huge sum of money that their clients have entrusted in them. How can anyone trust them then?

If any bank cannot meet the timing of the appointments, causing more than an hour of delay each time, their license for home loan should be annulled. Why would Singapore’s government want to continue the service of lousy bank which gives problems to the entire country, causing inconvenience and time lost?

Law firm:
– had typo errors on the document on the first meet-up
– failed to push the bank to release Cashier Order on time
– failed to contact me to update me earlier as promised
– played “missing” at crucial time
– failed to present proper tone on phone

– failed to submit documents to law firm
– refused to submit documents to law firm
– did not practise releasing of Cashier Order a day before
– failed to release Cashier Order on actual day
– refused to give contact of banker
– denied responsibility

Kaven finally called me back from overseas but everything was already solved. Rinna told me to apply SP services for Kaven and I left soon after that. Right after getting up the train, I remembered Mingfa wanted to meet me at Toa Payoh at 5pm and I had earlier told him that I could be rushing to the agency. I called him immediately since it was near 5pm and I could have waited for him there but he told me he had cancelled his appointment. Kaven called me again and I accidentally cancelled it. After calling him back, I checked my phone and realised I had exceeded the free talk time for the month; moreover I gave Kaven an overseas call minutes ago.

After reaching home, I dozed off. Backache was terrorising me the entire day. After waking up, I started packing my work area lazily.

Second Day of Work

[Thursday, 24 May, 2007]

I was struggling with my websites until around 3.30am and finally got to sleep.

I waked up before 8am to continue with my work and managed to reach my new office before 9am. Work resumed when the office was still almost empty.

Lunch was together with the guys in other department whereas the girls over my side had prepared their own food to dine inside the office. It would be good if I could do that as well since I was lazy to go out to buy food. In another point of view, going out to have dinner was taking a break from the office. I was together with Han Seng and the intern guy most of the time. Sadly, I still could not differentiate the Indians.

It was a boring afternoon. I was finally tasked to handle client’s request for the S-league website but it was not a fun thing when my mailbox was flooded badly by the system. Maybe it was really a good experience so that I could become a good forum administer in future.

I spent of my time on transferring texts from existing website to the new development site, which seemed to take forever. It was a dead boring job but perhaps, suited me so well since I was a hardcore work-hard-but-not-smart person. At least I got to learn the trend of the design of other web designers since I was always too busy to explore by myself at home.

I went home at around 6.30pm. Working longer than the required hours did not irritate me like before when I was in the army. I hoped it was not because I was new that I did not mind it. I did a lot of recalls and started to compare the army days and my current work – there were obvious reasons why I was willing to sacrifice more.

When I was first posted back to Signal Institute after my Signaller course during my army days, I did not mind staying back often until I realised everyone was actually finding excuses to push the jobs around. I felt disgusted to sacrifice for people who did not worth it and soon I started to retaliate, though my effort was concealed by my honesty and kindness, and also, their cunningness. Perhaps, it was a bad trend which could never be reverted.

As far as for I know, my current colleagues are nice people who care for each other and so far my upper managements treat me with respect. This is the biggest cause to motivate me. Obviously, the pay is much higher than the pathetic army’s pay (allowance) and I suppose my work would be recognised and rewarded in future, unlike during army days as a NSF. The last fact is that it takes around ten minutes to travel between my current office and my home, which allows me to cut down on time lost.

I started working upon reaching home. I wanted to go for a jog but somehow timing for the television and my dinner were not suitable.

First Day of Work at WPH

[Wednesday, 23 May, 2007]

I worked till after 2am before going to bed and had to wake up before 8am. I took a deep breath before pressing the door belt. Carol was there already and she introduced me to Sheila, who I was taking over her job from.

This is my first full-time at Web Professional House Pte Ltd (http://wph.com.sg). It is basically a web design company, providing web solution for clients. We help to build up website from scratch and revamp existing websites. We deal with big clients like government sectors and I suppose we are one of the top web design companies in Singapore. My position is called Web Support and my main task is to handle requests from existing clients about their websites done by us. At the same time, I had to transfer contents of clients’ existing websites into the new websites we designed for them.

The pay may not be high but overall is good. Since I have been maintaining my own websites, I’m sure I can cope with my financial problem together with this stable income. However, it will definitely pose a hinder to my development and expansion of websites; and hopefully it will not restrict my daily updating of the sites.

I was introduced around to all the colleagues but sadly, I could not remember all of them, especially the friendly Indian programmers, who were actually great jokers. Perhaps, I needed more time to get to know all of them.

I finally got to sign the contract at Iris’ office. Afterwards, I continued with orientation to the work but everyone was always interrupted. Things were very fine since the people were good. We had lunch at Keppel where they claimed that the food was very cheap, which I thought was slightly cheaper only. The rest of the day was building up my experience with hands-on on the Dot Net Nuke CMS, which impressed me. However, the tedious work got me very sleepy.

I was not sure what time I could leave and it was weird to leave right at 6pm on the very first day of job when the rest of them were still hanging around but mainly for the sake of going out to catch a movie together. We finally left together at 6.30pm.

I was tired and dozed off some time after reaching home but I managed to wake up soon to update my websites.

The New Job

Life is very poor for me. I’m working at an established company with good prospect that I cannot worry about retrenchment. There is medical benefit, which allows me to fall sick. The boss allows me to take leave during my probation period, such that I might waste my leave in future. Colleagues are too nice to me and it is difficult for them to see my flaws. The job scope I’m facing is manageable so far that I cannot complain. Everyday I have to worry about the time to leave my house for I cannot judge the exact timing to reach the company, which is within five to ten minutes; and I have a headache to decide whether if I should go home for a nap during lunch hour daily.