1400 HRS MARCH 30TH 2007

I'm sick tired

of writing

love and anti love shit.

Its like comparing

hot shit

and cold shit.

Let's do numbers crunching

for a change.

There are about

1 million residential units

in Singapore.

About 20% of them

are private property.

Which means about 200,000

private houses.

75% of them

are condos,

so we have

about 150,000

condos

in Singapore.

They tell me,

that condo vancancy rate

is 6.6%.

So that means

9900 condos

are vacant.

The government projected

that 450,000 new jobs

will be created

in the next 5 years.

Which makes it

90,000 new jobs

a year.

And a 50% increase

in population

by 2015,

a population of

6.5 million.

There is no way

any country's population

can increase by 50%

in 8 years

by organic growth.

It will be

foreigners

moving in,

taking up the majority

of the new jobs created.

With condo vacancy

of 9900 units,

as opposed

to 90,000 new jobs

created,

I don't care how many

jobs go to

HDB dwellers,

you will have

a housing deficit

for foreigners.

It is already happening.

Rentals

are going to

go right through

the roof.

True new supply,

will quickly come in.

Judging by the number

of en bloc sales

recently.

But the true value

will be

in suburban areas

which is currently

going for $450-$600 psf

as opposed to

$3000 psf in Marina Bay

$4000 psf in Orchard Road.

Two weeks ago,

SMRT outlined

its new MRT grid

to be ready

by 2015.

This island

will be criss crossed

with subways.

Any condo project

that is accessible

to MRT

to the town area,

will have a huge

rental demand.

All this is of course,

taking the assumption,

that we don't piss off

our neighbours so much

that they'd nuke us

before the year

is over.

1207 HRS MARCH 29TH 2007

Why do you torture me

by telling me

everything that is going on

in your life.

You acted like as though

I have no right

to live my life.

I really don't want

to know

and I really don't care

anymore.

The love I had

for you,

had been washed

from my veins

into the drain.

Leave me alone now

I do not appreciate

your show

of friendship.

We no longer share

a life together,

I don't want to know

what is going on

with yours now.

Don't you even realise

that it hurts

by letting me look in

to your life

as an outsider?

Leave me alone now

and let me disappear

from the agony

and pain

you caused me.

Let me move on now

I don't want

to be reminded

of our past.

Because each time

I think back,

your ill treatment

will land on me again

like a ton of bricks

forcing me

to quit

1230 HRS MARCH 28TH 2007

In matters of the heart,

in the lifelong battle

to win love,

I feel like a boxer

that lasted 3 rounds

with 3 different fighters

and I lost all.

My heart is dead tired

like a boxer

lying motionless

on the canvas

bruised

bleeding

lifeless

the last punch

have taken

the last bit

of energy

out of him.

I remind myself

no one is ever alone

in times of

tribulations.

There's always someone

out there

suffering

in the same way.

They can pick themselves up

and be on their two feet

and face another fight

so can I.

Honestly, I wonder

what is the big fucking deal

being alone.

Its better to feel lonely

when alone,

than to feel lonely

in a relationship

anyway

1500 HRS MARCH 27TH 2007

Its been so long

I forgot I knew this song,

I sang it to my ex-wife

back in 1989.

"I want to live,

I want to give,

I've been a miner for

a heart of gold.

Its these expressions

I never give

That keeps me searching

for a heart of gold

and I'm getting old

Keeps me searching

for a heart of gold

and I'm getting old"

I thought I found

my heart of gold.

Only to realise

all that glitters

may not be gold.

And all that is gold

may not glitter anyway.

2240 HRS MARCH 26TH 2007

My dear friend Ms Y

is going to Europe

for summer holidays.

I've travelled around the world,

there are not many cities left

that I have not been.

It always amuses me

when people wanna

go travelling,

"to see the world"

"to experience life".

Other than different places,

life is generally the same.

If you wanna experience life,

go to Batam,

and hang out with

child beggars

and pregnant teenage

prostitutes.

When I travel,

I like to experience

a bit of local life.

I have no cares

for sightseeing.

I don't want

to go to another boring church

or castle

or ancient ruins.

If you have to visit

a tourist site,

by all means,

but do take a bit of time

to wander off

the little lanes

and explore quaint little shops.

Don't bother about another

shopping mall

with the same old

Body Shop, KFC, MacDonalds etc.

I want to experience culture

and have no interest

in seeing another church

with 200 tourists

snapping photos.

It does not interest me

to see a 1000 year

temple ruins.

Life is for the living,

not the dead.

I want to see living culture,

not a culture that died

thousands of years ago.

I like to hang out

in local places,

not discos.

But in places

where locals hang out

like bars.

Quiet places

where people are always

happy to talk

to me.

I'm always struck

by the universal problems

of the human condition.

True there will be some

experiences

that I find extraordinary

and I learn

from their extraordinary ways

of dealing with extraordinary situations.

But I learn more

in a squatter's home

in Batam,

a small concrete structure

whose floor area is about the

size of my kitchen.

In that floor area,

they eat there

they shit there

they sleep there

they fuck there.

The opulent splendour

of the Palace of Versailles

of the French Aristocracy

disgust me

more than impress me.

I prefer to talk

to locals

about economic

and political situations,

and more importantly,

how they cope.

And sample

local food

and local beers.

If you try hard enough,

people will always understand you

no matter where you go.

And please,

don't compare prices.

When you travel,

be prepared to pay.

I hate to waste time

haggling.

I have an idea

how much I want to pay

for something,

and if the price suits,

its mine.

Let them keep the rest.

I am afterall

a guest

in their country,

I should pay

for the priviledge

of being there

1410 HRS MARCH 25TH 2007

I used to think

of love

as some form

of voluntary

incarceration,

a self imprisonment,

a deliberate

self enslavement.

Maybe I am wrong,

because

Freedom exists

in Love

by itself.

When you love someone

wholeheartedly

you feel the freest.

The true experience

of freedom,

is having to love

the most important person

in your life,

without feeling the need

to possess her.

We feel hurt,

when we lose

the one we love.

But that cannot

be love.

Loves does not

seek out to hurt

or harm.

Love liberates,

when you can be

at your happiest,

when you see your

loved one

at her happiest,

even in the arms

of another man.

I hope this time passes

quickly,

so I can resume my

search

for myself,

in the form

of a woman

who truly

understands

2125 hrs March 24th 2007

I woke up this morning

determined to stop

missing you.

Did the things,

I usually do

when I'm alone

and single

on weekends.

Brought the boat out

to the open sea,

and a Dalai Lama book

in hand.

I was so bitter

and angry.

In all my past failed relationships

I always felt,

I could have done better.

With you,

I tried,

I really tried

to make you happy.

I wonder

if you knew

how hard I tried.

I wonder

if you knew

how much this relationship

have cost me.

You saw

how fast I aged

in the last 2-3 years

right before your eyes.

The constant pressure

and stress

resulting from

the persistant uncertainty.

I felt I had so much

love to give,

but you refused my love.

Well, you're not

the first woman

to walk out

of my life,

and at the rate I'm going,

you're probably not

the last either.

I'd just take it

that you're just another somebody

that I used to love.

No I don't really

want to be friends either,

I have enough friends.

What I want now,

is to achieve

a zen like

calm and peaceful state

of mind.

I want to develop

a caring and giving

compassion

in me.

For now,

any contact with you

will distrupt

the state of mind

I am hoping

to achieve.

Please go,

I wish you happiness

and thank you

for being another person

who was once

in my life

1110 hrs March 23rd 2007

God,

I'm worse

than a fucking woman.

I probably grew

a pair of ovaries

in the last few days.

Just who the hell fuck

was I trying to bullshit?

It hurts like hell

every now and then.

Love can either bring you

to heaven

or hell

or both.

But at least

you go somewhere.

I needed you

so badly

in my life.

My heart yearns

to go to bed

with you

each night.

So comfortable

snuggling up

to sleep

and hear

your soft gentle

breath

as you tenderly

waft into

unconsciousness.

I still feel

your heartbeat

as I held you

in my arms

and feel

the divine softness

of your breast

in my hand.

When the day breaks,

it comforts my soul

when the first thing I see

is you by my side.

As I gentle plant

a kiss

on your lips,

unfailingly

you will wake up

with a bright smile

as I say goodbye

and go to work.

I miss

rushing home

after work

so I can have dinner

with you,

open a bottle of wine

and chat into

the wee hours

of the morning.

You're a quiet girl,

but somehow

you tell me

every little thing

every little event

of your day.

I enjoyed

engaging your mind

in conversation,

connecting your soul.

Sometimes I wonder

if God actually cares

about Love.

Christians tell me

God loves the world.

I have all the reasons

to believe,

He fucking hates us

to death.

Love is a flip

of the coin.

Its such a gamble.

Heads you win,

Tails I lose.

If God is Love,

He would have cared

about the way I feel.

Clearly

He doesn't

give a shit

0910 hrs March 22nd 2007

When love breaks down,

we lament

at the loss of love

and think of love

as transcient and fleeting

saying love is worthless

and a waste of time.

But when we decided

to stop feeling sorry

for ourselves,

with a calm

and peaceful state of mind,

we can transform

all those anger

and bitterness

into an even

higher form

of love.

Where we can love

our ex,

without feeling the need

to possess her.

Where we can love

our ex,

without needing or even wanting

reciprocity

or anything in return.

Where we can reach a stage

and say,

Darling,

I will always love you

and you will forever

occupy a space

in my heart

because

you were once mine

1625 hrs March 21st 2007

I'm a sailor.

I know

my boat is safest

when it is nicely docked

away in the marina.

But that is not

the purpose

of a boat.

A boat should be used

to travel the seas.

Through stormy weather

through choppy waves

past treacherous rocks

to visit the islands

to have the sun

in your face

salty sea breeze

in your hair.

Likewise in life,

we have to step out

of our comfort zone.

It takes risks,

possible disappointments

and failures.

But no one

can take a new life path

without abandoning the old one.

I know singlehood

very well.

I know my way around

and I know my way out too

1220 hrs March 21st 2007

I think true love

is an act

of total abandoment

of one's self

like a complete surrender

to the other

where there is

no more fear

of loss

because you have

everything

love is

everything.

People tell me

love is about

give and take.

I reject that.

Giving and taking

is no more

than a commercial transaction

for mutual exploitation.

Some people

take and give,

ie take first

and then give.

Some bastards and bitches

take and take.

I think of love

as

GIVE and GIVE.

There are people

in this world

that find joy

in giving

than taking.

His Holiness the Dalai Lama,

said in his book

"The Art of Happiness"

that when you reach out

to another person

with compassion

and loving kindness

you connect to him or her

with a spirit of friendship,

happiness is

internally generated

within.

And if I may add

to His Holiness

profound insights,

true it is a blessing

that someone

or even somethings

can give us happiness.

But it is a personal conquest

if we can find happiness

from within.

Because if you're gonna need

somebody or something

to make you happy,

you're not gonna be

very happy

anyway.

1630 hrs March 20th 2007

I have empirical

and statistical evidence,

that women basically

love bastards.

They only say,

they want a nice

and caring man.

But the only thing

tht will make

a woman's heart thump

is a bastard

that is self serving

egoistical

braggy

arrogant

cheating

sometimes even violent.

I don't know many languages,

but in English,

they say

Nice Guys Finish Last.

They even have songs

about bad boys.

In Mandarin,

Nan Ren Bu Huai,

Nu Ren Bu Ai.

Bastards put themselves first

before anything.

They don't let women walk

all over them.

They themselves

are above all priorities.

Nice guys set themselves out

to please their women.

As a result,

they become a doormat

and women trample

all over them.

They put their women

on a pedestal

and revolve their lives

around their women.

You see,

nice guys become

predictable and boring.

To women,

bastards

are a challenge.

We may have evolved,

as human beings

but our wild nature

remains.

Women are attracted

to the strong dominant male

who doesn't care

about the creatures around him,

he devours them

if he has to

in order to survive.

Women think these types

will survive in the world

of business

and corporate culture.

But yet when bastards

dump their women

after getting bored,

women will cry their eyes out

whilst their best friends,

the nice guys

will be the ones

standing by them

but never ever getting

the hope ever

of getting laid.

If a woman ever

thinks of a man

as "a friend"

there goes your chances

of ever

jumping into her pants.

Notice how bastards

are always always

braggards?

I always believe

all that show

of confidence

is actually to hide

an inferiority complex

and low self-esteem.

If you constantly need

to prove yourself,

to run others down,

to take advantage,

clearly you cannot

be so confident

of yourself

anyway.

In this life,

I aspire

to be respected

as a man

with a conscience

and believes

in doing the right thing

constantly

and strictly adheres to

his set of principles

of causing nobody

harm or hurt,

least of all,

his woman.

I want to be matured, mellow,

quietly self assured

and taciturnly confident.

Let quality demonstrate itself

without having to say

too much.

If all that

is not good enough

for my woman,

I rather be single for life,

or turn gay

1950 hrs March 19th 2007

I think when women cry

they don't cry for others

they cry for themselves.

Why spent the last 2 days crying

over this little break up?

When in our 4 years together,

you spent the first year

looking at other alternatives,

spent the second year

making me feel not good enough

spent the last 2 years

trying to move out.

Well, you finally got what you wanted,

and the last remnants

of our life together

were shipped out

over the weekend.

Why the sadness

why the tears?

Shouldn't you be celebrating?

Like our last night together,

I insisted we pop

the Dom Perignon?

I was saving that bottle

for our wedding actually.

It was I,

who spent the better part

of the last 4 years,

doing everything I humanly can

to win your heart.

Women came and went

out of my life,

I have always felt

I could have done better.

With you,

I honestly don't know

what else could I have done

to save this relationship.

I really don't.

I tried so hard,

God knows how hard

to win you over

and make you wholly mine.

Maybe I could have tried harder,

maybe I should not even have tried.

It was a battle

I simply could not win.

I felt like a Nissan March,

trying to race a Porsche.

Going into this relationship,

felt like I went into a gun fight,

armed with a water pistol.

The level of appreciation

is simply non-existent.

As I am made to feel inferior

in your family's social standing,

And made to feel like

a lower form of life

in my physical stature.

I honestly

cannot take it

anymore,

but admit defeat.

I did all I could,

but lost,

because I simply

wasn't good enough.

And defeat I accept

like a man.

Love is supposed

to feel good

and wonderful.

I've felt like a dying patient

in ICU.

1410 hrs March 19th 2007

I wrote this 5 years ago

Different time

different woman

same poem,

this is just beautiful.

The Last tear drops

The last tear drops

Sliding down my cheek

They're hidden from you

Or you'd think I'm weak

You thought you seen love

Out of your selfish eyes

But my visions are clearing

On to clearer skies

Darling I know it upsets you

That I've stopped waiting around

But honey listen silently

And you'd hear the sound

The sound of my footsteps walking

As I walk out the door

Its for the wrong reasons you return

Coz you just don't love me anymore

This time I'm really moving on

The next time you turn,

You'd realise......I'm gone

1225 hrs March 18th 2007

I woke up this morning,

not knowing why.

Wishing I never had to

wake up ever again.

I sat alone

in my living room,

and imagined you

lying on the couch

as you told me

our story is finally over.

I thought I saw sorrow

in your eyes.

I struggled to speak

but can only cry.

I am alone again,

fighting to fill

the desolation

that was once

our life together.

I guess I am past

anger and bitterness.

All that is left

is just emptiness.

Abandonment

follows me

like a dark shadow.

Depleted

I stare

at the hollowness

of my existence.

I kicked the empty

beer can at my feet.

That was how

you left me.

Like an empty beer can

noisily rolling across

its hollowness.

Baby, if only

you could hold me

one last time

and feel a little bit

of my hurt

1045 hrs March 16th 2007

In the darkness of the soul,

its always 3am.

But the darkest time of the night

is just before

the night breaks into day.

Bring on the morning sun,

I want to step out

of this river of tears.

Bring on the morning sun,

I want to cast out

all these fears.

Too many angels

have seen me cry.

Too many angels

have caught me

as I fell.

Too many angels

helped me

as I picked up

pieces of a broken life.

I want this darkness

dispelled from my life.

I want those voices

to shut up.

I want those apparitions

to disappear.

Forever.

1530 hrs March 15th 2007

Just when I thought

I'd get over you,

Just when I thought

I can make it through

the night

without getting drunk

and missing you.

You walk right back

through my door

like you never left

at all.

Like as though

nothing ever happened

at all.

Just what does it take

to make you wholly mine?

1100 hrs March 14th 2007

OK

Fuck you all,

I'm in charge now.

I may not control

the actions

of others around me,

particularly the women

in my life.

But I sure as hell

can control

my reaction.

It has to be the ultimate freedom,

to be unaffected by anything

or anyone around you,

not even someone

you truly love.

Fuck you all,

I'm in control now.

From today,

I redefine my priorities.

Number One,

I'm all about money.

Money, money, money.

It is the only language

I will speak

and the only language

I will understand.

Number Two,

its about time

to take care of spirituality.

Have I talked to God lately?

Am I a blessing to others around me?

Fuck no,

I depress others

with my perpeptual cynicism.

Number Three,

Intellectual.

There are hundreds of great books I bought

in my study,

waiting to be read.

Number Four,

Physical.

Damn, my lungs are like an ashtray

and my liver a beer brewery.

About time to fix all that.

Number Five,

Love.

Family love (greek word Storge)

I've been a good son I suspect.

Platonic Love (greek word Philia)

Fair enough, but I do have enough friends.

Romantic Love (greek word Eros).

Forget it!!!

I'm bad news to any good women!!!

1650 hrs March 13th 2007

Its closing time

our music is fading out

I think I'll have another drink

maybe this time a stout.

It may have been 4 years

but its like day one,

you were lonesome just like me

and just wanted some company.

But its closing time

and our music is fading out.

You lighted another cigarette

the fire cast an orange glow

on that pretty face.

I should not have fallen

in love with you girl,

we were just

not meant to be.

We never had a life together

I don't even know why we tried.

So its closing time baby

and we've danced

our last dance.

I hope you enjoyed yourself

and find your way home safely,

I think I'll sit here a while more

and have another stout.

1210 hrs March 12th 2007

Oh Venus

Goddess of Love.

You exist

but in my mind

and my soul.

A figment

of the imagination,

a vision

of the heart's desires.

A fantasy

recreated,

An imagery

conjured.

If I were to say

I truly loved you

and want you

to be mine,

what's is it to you?

The empty silence

of the walls in our bedroom

cry out

its wailing despair

in another night

of solitude.

All evidences have shown

I am still alone,

You've crept away

from my life

without saying

goodbye.

And we still choose

not to talk

about it.

Choosing to let us

die a slow and prolonged

death.

Once

I saw love

in your smile,

Now

I see mockery.

As you laugh

at my valiant attempts

to attain

the unattainable.

I'm fighting things

I cannot see,

maybe its my destiny

I am changing.

When I think back

of that night,

when you planted

your first kiss,

so gentle

so adoring.

I knew all along

it was never meant to be

it was too good

to be true.

So again,

I'm fighting things

I cannot see,

maybe its my destiny

I am changing.

1040 hrs March 12th 2007

Some interesting trivial.

A human female

produces about 360 eggs

in her entire life time.

A human male

produces about 100 million sperm cells

in a single day.

No wonder they said

Men from Mars, Women from Venus.

We both fucking aliens from

different fucking planets!!!

The way our anatomy

were constructed,

suggests that men

are biologically hardwired

to have sexual urges

with as many females

limited only by the supply

the world can provide.

Being with a single female partner

is simply unnatural.

Her ovulation cycles

simply cannot cope

with that of a man's!!!

A human male's daily sperm production

simply does not match

a human female's ovulation cycles,

let alone pregnancy gestation.

Thus in biological terms,

I conclude that men

are made to be

polygamous.

The reverse

is contrasting

and yet true

for women.

Human females

who produce such a limited number

of eggs in her lifetime,

will want to be very selective

with who she chooses

to fertilise her eggs.

You can see that clearly,

as a woman matures,

she becomes alot more

selective and guarded

with her choice

of partners.

But having said that,

the biological instinct,

is still to find

the best possible partner.

Which suggests,

that the search does not end,

after she found one partner.

Since her eggs are limited,

she will find herself biologically

moved to pursue

the next better choice

that comes along.

So I conclude,

neither men nor women

are biologically hardwired

to be polygamous.

But we live in a social world,

and our social evolution dictates

that monogamy is imperative,

mostly for providing

the conducive family unit,

for raising offspring

in this modern world.

But that does not change the fact,

that our anatomy

is designed for natural polygamy.

Society blocks

that natural course of events.

Just like a dam

blocks the natural course

of a river flow.

So a marriage

blocks the natural course

of our polygamous instincts.

In order to block the natural course

of a river,

the dam have to be strong.

Conversely,

in order to block the natural course

of our polygamous instincts,

the marriage/relationship

have to be strong.

Remind me please,

to stop gathering silly information,

and extrapolating useless logic.

I should just

hangout at Geylang

more often

1825 hrs March 11th 2007

I think prostitutes

are the most honest

women in the world.

You lay your money

and play your part.

A prostitute gives no illusions

nor declaration of love.

A prostitute gives you sex

for money

A ktv girl gives you intimacy

for money

A social escort gives you companionship

for money

A mistress gives you desirability

until the bigger better deal

comes along.

A wife gives you love

until the bigger better deal

comes along.

Cut the politically correct bullshit,

Cut the romantic until death do us part bullshit.

This is the reality.

In the time of the Neanderthals,

cavewomen chose their mates

on the basis of their strength

thus meat hunting ability

we call it the 5Cs these days.

On a particularly tragic day,

the neanderthal goes hunting

and got into a horrific accident

and can no longer hunt

to provide meat

for his family.

Is Mrs Cavewoman gonna hang around

for much longer?

I used to think of men

who frequent prostitutes, ktv girls, social escorts

as losers.

I used to think

I'm above all that.

I used to think

with some wit

with some charm

with some intelligence

with some money

I can get the woman I want

without going to Geylang.

Now I'm not so sure anymore.

Maybe I've been wrong

all this while.

1200 hrs March 11th 2007

Oh,

So you made an error in judgement

big fucking deal.

Learn from mistakes

and move on.

No point being so sentimental

about someone

who ain't sentimental

about you.

Totally counter productive.

Just take this episode,

as just another chapter

in your life.

For fucks sake,

don't make it seem

like its your whole fucking book

0935 hrs March 8th 2007

This is not Mack original

but I love it anyway.

Good Judgement comes from Experience

Experience comes from Bad Judgement.

Well,

Once bitten Twice Shy.

And if I may add,

Twice Bitten Never Try.

Thrice Bitten Go and Die.

Its one thing

to learn lessons from experience.

Anybody with a half decent IQ

learns from experience.

Even my cat

learns from experience.

But its another thing,

to apply lessons learnt.

Some of us,

may have learnt all the lessons

but never given a chance

to apply what we learnt.

1425 hrs March 5th 2007

You know,

its really rare

that I quote

from the Bible.

But St Paul taught

the Galatians,

"What you reap, you will sow".

Think of it this way,

if you plant bean sprouts

in your garden,

do you expect

to grow durians?

No fucking chance

Einstein.

So when you cheated

your boyfriend,

abandoned him,

left him crying

in your infidelity

and desertion,

what the hell fuck

made you think

you found true love

and unforsaken dedication

in your lover,

your partner in crime?

It always come back

in a far more destructive

and hurtful way.

Now your lover have dumped you?

I hate to say this dear,

but you deserved every fucking minute

of pain and agony.

And now you think,

your boyfriend is the most wonderful

person on earth?

Just what the hell fuck,

were you thinking of before?

For God's sake,

don't even think,

of going back to your boyfriend.

Trust me, I've been down that road before.

He will find out, one day.

Not if,

but only when.

So,

for the sake of everybody,

forget it and move on.

Coz if you go back

to your boyfriend,

your conscience

will haunt you forever,

(on the weak assumption, you have conscience),

that you betrayed him

and relinquished him

for your lover

and went back to him

only because

you've been fully used

abused,

misused,

by your lover.

Like a sanitary pad,

used and throw away.

Remember,

when you grow beansprouts,

don't expect durians

1335 hrs March 5th 2007

No,

I won't.

I will never ever ever

go to bed,

with another man's wife

nor even girlfriend.

Not even

if I fucking hate him

with all my life,

or even if she

is everything I hoped for

in a woman.

Because if I do that,

I will never ever

be able to look at myself

in the mirror

and think of myself

as the man

I want to be.

And when I wake up

to see her,

lying next to me,

I can't help

but think of her

as cheap

and dirty,

with the moral standards

of a street dog.

And I've just degraded myself

to that of her street dog morals.

I do not want,

to be the one,

to snatch

another man's woman,

nor do I want,

to associate with

a woman,

who allows herself

to be snatched.

1715 hrs March 2nd 2007

I forgot to mention

the other day

February 28th 2007

all hell broke loose

on the SGX

Singapore Stock Exchange.

All time high record trading volumes

caused the electronic trading platform

to jam

and became a comedy

of errors and misquoted prices.

Wrong information

was disseminated

and SGX's website

froze,

not providing usual prices

and volumes.

SGX's official statement

the next day in the papers, said

"The high volumes caused

congestion which led

to prices updated slowly

and at different times

led to anomalies"

Yeah, right.

First World infrastructure my ass.

1535 hrs March 1st 2007

I wrote sometime back,

on how Singapore is a safe haven

for stolen money

from Indonesia,

please scroll back

to October 16th 2006

and October 20th 2006.

Well its all over the newspapers

in Indonesia now.

In the Jakarta Post

last month,

the editorial accused Singapore

of harbouring 500 Indonesian fugitives

with USD30 billion of stolen money

deposited in banks here.

I knew we have alot

of their money.

I didn't know that much.

The Singapore government

is now being

opening being accused

or harbouring criminals

and safekeeping stolen money,

what do they

have to say about it?

Guilty by association?

Hey, for a government

that is so famous

for suing people

into bankruptcy

for defamation

and other scandalous words,

why are they now

keeping so quiet?

They are known

to have sued

foreign publications too,

Far East Economic Review,

Bloomberg etc.

Why not sue the Jakarta Post?