J is a 50-year-old Caucasian American. He lives in C.A, has long curly hair, and looks extremely cool and smart (J is SUPER smart)
Go look for him.
>:-)
Showing posts with label Absolutely Nothing To Do With Trading. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Absolutely Nothing To Do With Trading. Show all posts
Sunday, January 31, 2010
This One Really Cheers Me Up
My chat buddy sent me this (original source unknown):
J is a 50-year-old Caucasian American. He lives in C.A, has long curly hair, and looks extremely cool and smart (J is SUPER smart)
Go look for him.
>:-)
J is a 50-year-old Caucasian American. He lives in C.A, has long curly hair, and looks extremely cool and smart (J is SUPER smart)
Go look for him.
>:-)
Monday, January 18, 2010
Hungry Jack & Iceland, Seabloke & A lazy Volcano, And A Delightful Breakfast
Hungry Jack (that's what he wants to be called) was flying to Moscow when he was informed by his cabin crew that a passenger was experiencing paralysis on one side of his body and drooling from one side of his mouth.
Hungry Jack decided to land at Iceland. The passenger's wife protested, on the grounds that a connecting flight to Moscow would blow their budget (???!!!! Be careful who you marry!).
Hungry Jack proceeded to arrange for an emergency landing at Iceland anyway. He contacted Iceland's air control, and was expecting to be given the usual ultra complicated landing instructions (ultra complicated to me). Instead, he was told that he was totally in their radar and not in anyone's way, and hence he could "just land". When Hungry Jack landed, he was amazed and impressed by what he saw: ambulance, doctors, nurses - everything that the gravely ill passenger needed - waiting to attend to him.
"I'm moving to Iceland", I interrupted.
Hungry Jack reminded me that they are bankrupt.
"It's ok, she can go there to give a boost to their retail industry"
Seabloke knows her economics!
"Except that I don't shop"
Seabloke busted. Ha!
Hungry Jack went on to talk about how during his sniper days he had a reputation for sitting at a corner by himself sharpening his parang before his team went on exercises, while the rest would chat and chill out, and find Hungry Jack's choice of "hobby" totally mind-boggling. Then came the day when the team's progress in a major exercise was hindered by massive coconut trees that had fallen in their path. The one person that sprang to the mind of everyone present was Hungry Jack with his very sharp parang. Theirs were so blunt I bet they couldn't use them to cut apples.
And there were stories about ninjas and samurais. Hungry Jack enlightened Seabloke and me that ninjas DON'T wear black - they wear midnight blue. Extremely lightly armed, they carry with them on each mission just ONE Shuriken to facilitate their get-away - besides their sword of course. Some of them specialize in reconnaissance, and strike only high value targets. First modern snipers.
Seabloke's planning her deep sea dive for the year. She's AWFULLY disappointed that one of her trips that was supposed to come complete with a spectacular volcanic eruption plus feasting sharks is now without the highlight - the volcano has gone to sleep. She'll have to make do with just hungry sharks...
After we parted ways, I spent 2 hours at my favorite haunt - Harris Bookstore. Checked out everything from fictions to self-help to languages to philosophy (it REALLY should be called the "Ayn Rand" section since there's really nothing else on the shelves except Ayn Rand) to travel to BUSINESS & FINANCE. Bought 2 books that caught my interest - "Betting on Blackjack" and "What Not To Write". Nearly bought a very delicate looking 3-in1 hourglass (1, 3 & 5 minutes - HA!) and a globe (my absolute FAVORITE thing) but remembered that I swore off buying things (I don't throw things - since nothing goes out, nothing comes in).
Hungry Jack's favorite place is 3000 feet up; Seabloke's, 3000 feet down; mine, Harris bookstore 5 miles from where I live.
I just love my boring life and my very exciting and excitingly loving siblings.
My favorite globes (for your easy reference, D!):
Hungry Jack decided to land at Iceland. The passenger's wife protested, on the grounds that a connecting flight to Moscow would blow their budget (???!!!! Be careful who you marry!).
Hungry Jack proceeded to arrange for an emergency landing at Iceland anyway. He contacted Iceland's air control, and was expecting to be given the usual ultra complicated landing instructions (ultra complicated to me). Instead, he was told that he was totally in their radar and not in anyone's way, and hence he could "just land". When Hungry Jack landed, he was amazed and impressed by what he saw: ambulance, doctors, nurses - everything that the gravely ill passenger needed - waiting to attend to him.
"I'm moving to Iceland", I interrupted.
Hungry Jack reminded me that they are bankrupt.
"It's ok, she can go there to give a boost to their retail industry"
Seabloke knows her economics!
"Except that I don't shop"
Seabloke busted. Ha!
Hungry Jack went on to talk about how during his sniper days he had a reputation for sitting at a corner by himself sharpening his parang before his team went on exercises, while the rest would chat and chill out, and find Hungry Jack's choice of "hobby" totally mind-boggling. Then came the day when the team's progress in a major exercise was hindered by massive coconut trees that had fallen in their path. The one person that sprang to the mind of everyone present was Hungry Jack with his very sharp parang. Theirs were so blunt I bet they couldn't use them to cut apples.
And there were stories about ninjas and samurais. Hungry Jack enlightened Seabloke and me that ninjas DON'T wear black - they wear midnight blue. Extremely lightly armed, they carry with them on each mission just ONE Shuriken to facilitate their get-away - besides their sword of course. Some of them specialize in reconnaissance, and strike only high value targets. First modern snipers.
Seabloke's planning her deep sea dive for the year. She's AWFULLY disappointed that one of her trips that was supposed to come complete with a spectacular volcanic eruption plus feasting sharks is now without the highlight - the volcano has gone to sleep. She'll have to make do with just hungry sharks...
After we parted ways, I spent 2 hours at my favorite haunt - Harris Bookstore. Checked out everything from fictions to self-help to languages to philosophy (it REALLY should be called the "Ayn Rand" section since there's really nothing else on the shelves except Ayn Rand) to travel to BUSINESS & FINANCE. Bought 2 books that caught my interest - "Betting on Blackjack" and "What Not To Write". Nearly bought a very delicate looking 3-in1 hourglass (1, 3 & 5 minutes - HA!) and a globe (my absolute FAVORITE thing) but remembered that I swore off buying things (I don't throw things - since nothing goes out, nothing comes in).
Hungry Jack's favorite place is 3000 feet up; Seabloke's, 3000 feet down; mine, Harris bookstore 5 miles from where I live.
I just love my boring life and my very exciting and excitingly loving siblings.
My favorite globes (for your easy reference, D!):
Monday, January 11, 2010
Seablokes' World
obvious which is the cheeky one....
Seabloke Underwater
SEAFOOD!!!!!!!
Seabloke #2: Kelly
Kelly with daughter (D's niece)
Friday, January 1, 2010
2009 - Reflection
Strangely, I haven't much to say about the year that's gone by just too quickly. There was no drama, no tragedy, no sufferings. Absolutely the best year of my life.
Makes me wonder, is sadness really merely a product of our own imagination? If we haven't the time to think about things that make us sad, do we then naturally live happily regardless of what happens around us?
I try and I try but my mind's drawing a blank. I simply have nothing to say. I have been living each day as it comes, and when it's gone, I can hardly remember what it was like.
Maybe this is the life that I've been longing for since I was a child.
For the first time in my life, I am happy.
Makes me wonder, is sadness really merely a product of our own imagination? If we haven't the time to think about things that make us sad, do we then naturally live happily regardless of what happens around us?
I try and I try but my mind's drawing a blank. I simply have nothing to say. I have been living each day as it comes, and when it's gone, I can hardly remember what it was like.
Maybe this is the life that I've been longing for since I was a child.
For the first time in my life, I am happy.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
What's With 2010???
It's 5:30am, Dec 31 2009.
I'm sleepless.
Seabloke,
I WANT THIS TO START THE NEW YEAR:
http://www.realself.com/Latisse/reviews
I can't believe I actually spent half the day doing loads of laundry, and the bulk of the other half surfing the net checking out useless girlish stuff. After I'm done, I realize I need MUCH LONGER, THICKER EYELASHES to seduce D into paying someone to do my housekeeping job.
I'm sleepless.
Seabloke,
I WANT THIS TO START THE NEW YEAR:
http://www.realself.com/Latisse/reviews
I can't believe I actually spent half the day doing loads of laundry, and the bulk of the other half surfing the net checking out useless girlish stuff. After I'm done, I realize I need MUCH LONGER, THICKER EYELASHES to seduce D into paying someone to do my housekeeping job.
Monday, December 28, 2009
Gold Trade 12/28 (Mon) & An Exasperated Doc
GC 2min
Just 1 GC trade today since the last time I posted my PnL.
Basis of entry is a little complicated, but the main reason is MACD divergence (overlayed on main chart - I have difficulty focusing on 2 regions at the same time, so everything at ONE place).
Targeted exit was pivot at 11o3 (thick solid red line on chart), or on MACD bullish divergence, whichever's hit first.
I exited on extreme MACD reading instead, at 1106, leaving USD 300 on the table.
But it's ok. Holding for 10 hours for something I wanted, tightening my stop from 5 ticks above HOD to 2 ticks above breakeven while GC struggled to stay above 1110 - it's an experience I'll pay 300 bucks for, ONCE.
Basis of entry is a little complicated, but the main reason is MACD divergence (overlayed on main chart - I have difficulty focusing on 2 regions at the same time, so everything at ONE place).
Targeted exit was pivot at 11o3 (thick solid red line on chart), or on MACD bullish divergence, whichever's hit first.
I exited on extreme MACD reading instead, at 1106, leaving USD 300 on the table.
But it's ok. Holding for 10 hours for something I wanted, tightening my stop from 5 ticks above HOD to 2 ticks above breakeven while GC struggled to stay above 1110 - it's an experience I'll pay 300 bucks for, ONCE.
Again, if I see something in the instruments I want to trade tmrw til thurs, I'll trade. Otherwise, I'll listen to the good doc and stay in bed after taking my medication. I was at his yesterday (finally, after 4 days of asthma plus flu attack...Doc was gone during xmas...), and when we were almost done, I asked Doc a few innocent questions.
Me: Doc, do I have to stop taking chilli padi (really, really tiny chilli that's REALLY REALLY spicy) and fried food (I'm a steam food, soupy food, white meat, nearly vegetarian person, but for the past week I've been taking food that my system must find really repulsive)?
Doc: Well, if you're not used to it, then don't take it at all coz it's going to upset your stomach and your throat. If you want your system to get used to it, keep taking it after you get better (what a wise doc).
Me: So, Doc, do I have to stop smoking for the time being?
Doc: I THOUGHT YOU QUIT???!!
Me: ..........
Doc put me on Zyban twice and it worked the 2nd time. That was more than 7 years ago. I stayed clean for 5.5, or was it 6 years....anyway, I pointed my finger at D and said it was his fault.
I'M ONLY HUMAN.
I have 4 pills (for asthma, allergy, flu, and throat infection) plus a really foul smelling cough syrup to take 4 times everyday. I took 3 in the 10 hours I was in trade. What a record.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
XMAS RANT
Fell really sick yesterday. Could barely move around. Managed to do a little reading, and spoke with an old friend who called after I text him. He must have figured I wasn't in trade. Told me he's moving to Australia with his family. I said good for him.
Life here can be quite a pain for those that cannot tell the pradas from the gucci's, cannot appreciate the soulless-ness of the country, cannot understand why everyone's flocking to the ION, and attending Halloween parties in ultra thick makeup and pretty, sexy evening dresses.
I took some time to log on to facebook to look at a picture that a friend was upset over. It was a picture of her husband. There was a lady in the picture. Her head was resting on his. In another, she was holding his hand. My friend's not the hyper-sensitive kind. After going over the husband's album, I know why she's upset.
Since I was logged on, I checked out a close friend's wife. The pair has had some problems before they were married and I was asked to mediate. I met up with them separately to listen to them. Shortly after, they tied the knot. That was almost a year and a half ago. Anyway, I was looking at her pictures and felt really sad for my friend. I could barely recognize her. While she was definitely really sweet looking before and had the most innocent smile, she is a complete sex bomb now. Pictures of her at numerous parties and holiday trips show an extravagant lifestyle (ok, I do recognize the brand of her shades, tote bags, dresses, even the fake eyelashes) that I think my friend is probably having a very hard time supporting (he's young, his family isn't rich, he just set up his own business and hardly surviving). Her bubble bath and bikini pics had me frowning the whole time I was going over them. I am judging. Yes. I can't help it. I am a rebel, but I am traditional. I believe that a lady that's married is a lady that has lost all her rights to flaunt her body for ALL to see. And I believe that a man who enjoys having others go gaga over his wife's body is a sick man. And I know my friend's not sick.
30 minutes on facebook made me feel 30 years older after I logged out.
I should be in bed, but I'll rather read and review my charts. These are things that always make me happy. Work makes me happy. Following the real life story of a woman from New York who travelled alone to Italy and India, spending a whole year away from people that she was close to but who hurt her - makes me happy.
Yes, I live in a world of my own. But I'm happy here. I wish I'd never have to step back into that ugly reality out there, where people pretend to like and care for others when they can barely spare a thought for their own spouse, where people genuinely feel sorry for homely looking poor Janes that are not invited to parties, where people would not lend a mobile phone to a kid whose friend was SEEN struggling for his life in a calm river (the kid drowned in the end - he was REALLY not a swimmer, and neither was his friend, and they really thought he could wait til the civil defense got there. It's a shame that the passerby - a swimmer - was not willing to dive into the filthy river to save the boy; neither did he want to hand over his phone. An incident from years back that I never forgot and won't ever want to).
I hated this place the moment I touched down. It was the day that I stopped a fight that hundreds of others could have done before I got there, But they did nothing. Not only did they not do anything to break up the fight, they gave the bullies enough space to beat the daylight out of a 15-year-old boy so they could watch with their wives and kids. The boy was bleeding. There were families on weekend outing, there were M1 service personnels promoting their service at booths just meters away from the scene. There were a dozen gangsters older than the boy and they were kicking and punching him - and a girl with her 3 inch killer heels was stepping on his face! And no one did a bloody thing. I yelled at them so loud I nearly broke my voice and approached them holding my cigarette (I was having my smoke break when I heard the commotion). I had really wanted to put out my cigarette on the girl's face. The gang was gone in less than a minute. None could be found afterwards. The boy asked if I could walk him to the opposite side of the street where he lived. He didn't want to file a report. Seriously, I don't care if that was some sort of a gang fight. A dozen against one is outright bullying.
Parents who chose to do nothing that day but stood by to watch are imparting a certain set of values to their children.
That was 12 years ago.
Today, I live among people who were taught from young to not meddle in other's business, to not care, to not feel, to not be interested in activities that do not generate immediate monetary benefits for them.
I live among people who are obsessed with their looks, with showing off their material possessions and with getting into the "right" social circles, people who cannot tell right from wrong.
Well, ok, they do know the right from wrong. Here, to be poor is wrong. Damn wrong.
D was collecting his pants from Armani last weekend, and while waiting, he overheard a lady demanding specifically for ANY pair of jeans that says "Emporio Armani". That particular outlet carries only "Armani Jeans" - which to her, is inferior to E A. She was clear in her instruction. She didn't care about design. She just wanted the brand name to be prominently shown on her jeans.
Yes, D likes Armani. And Gucci. And Dolce & Gabbana. And Valentino. And Versace too.
But D's compassionate.
D's like my Dad.
And D plays the piano.
Life here can be quite a pain for those that cannot tell the pradas from the gucci's, cannot appreciate the soulless-ness of the country, cannot understand why everyone's flocking to the ION, and attending Halloween parties in ultra thick makeup and pretty, sexy evening dresses.
I took some time to log on to facebook to look at a picture that a friend was upset over. It was a picture of her husband. There was a lady in the picture. Her head was resting on his. In another, she was holding his hand. My friend's not the hyper-sensitive kind. After going over the husband's album, I know why she's upset.
Since I was logged on, I checked out a close friend's wife. The pair has had some problems before they were married and I was asked to mediate. I met up with them separately to listen to them. Shortly after, they tied the knot. That was almost a year and a half ago. Anyway, I was looking at her pictures and felt really sad for my friend. I could barely recognize her. While she was definitely really sweet looking before and had the most innocent smile, she is a complete sex bomb now. Pictures of her at numerous parties and holiday trips show an extravagant lifestyle (ok, I do recognize the brand of her shades, tote bags, dresses, even the fake eyelashes) that I think my friend is probably having a very hard time supporting (he's young, his family isn't rich, he just set up his own business and hardly surviving). Her bubble bath and bikini pics had me frowning the whole time I was going over them. I am judging. Yes. I can't help it. I am a rebel, but I am traditional. I believe that a lady that's married is a lady that has lost all her rights to flaunt her body for ALL to see. And I believe that a man who enjoys having others go gaga over his wife's body is a sick man. And I know my friend's not sick.
30 minutes on facebook made me feel 30 years older after I logged out.
I should be in bed, but I'll rather read and review my charts. These are things that always make me happy. Work makes me happy. Following the real life story of a woman from New York who travelled alone to Italy and India, spending a whole year away from people that she was close to but who hurt her - makes me happy.
Yes, I live in a world of my own. But I'm happy here. I wish I'd never have to step back into that ugly reality out there, where people pretend to like and care for others when they can barely spare a thought for their own spouse, where people genuinely feel sorry for homely looking poor Janes that are not invited to parties, where people would not lend a mobile phone to a kid whose friend was SEEN struggling for his life in a calm river (the kid drowned in the end - he was REALLY not a swimmer, and neither was his friend, and they really thought he could wait til the civil defense got there. It's a shame that the passerby - a swimmer - was not willing to dive into the filthy river to save the boy; neither did he want to hand over his phone. An incident from years back that I never forgot and won't ever want to).
I hated this place the moment I touched down. It was the day that I stopped a fight that hundreds of others could have done before I got there, But they did nothing. Not only did they not do anything to break up the fight, they gave the bullies enough space to beat the daylight out of a 15-year-old boy so they could watch with their wives and kids. The boy was bleeding. There were families on weekend outing, there were M1 service personnels promoting their service at booths just meters away from the scene. There were a dozen gangsters older than the boy and they were kicking and punching him - and a girl with her 3 inch killer heels was stepping on his face! And no one did a bloody thing. I yelled at them so loud I nearly broke my voice and approached them holding my cigarette (I was having my smoke break when I heard the commotion). I had really wanted to put out my cigarette on the girl's face. The gang was gone in less than a minute. None could be found afterwards. The boy asked if I could walk him to the opposite side of the street where he lived. He didn't want to file a report. Seriously, I don't care if that was some sort of a gang fight. A dozen against one is outright bullying.
Parents who chose to do nothing that day but stood by to watch are imparting a certain set of values to their children.
That was 12 years ago.
Today, I live among people who were taught from young to not meddle in other's business, to not care, to not feel, to not be interested in activities that do not generate immediate monetary benefits for them.
I live among people who are obsessed with their looks, with showing off their material possessions and with getting into the "right" social circles, people who cannot tell right from wrong.
Well, ok, they do know the right from wrong. Here, to be poor is wrong. Damn wrong.
D was collecting his pants from Armani last weekend, and while waiting, he overheard a lady demanding specifically for ANY pair of jeans that says "Emporio Armani". That particular outlet carries only "Armani Jeans" - which to her, is inferior to E A. She was clear in her instruction. She didn't care about design. She just wanted the brand name to be prominently shown on her jeans.
Yes, D likes Armani. And Gucci. And Dolce & Gabbana. And Valentino. And Versace too.
But D's compassionate.
D's like my Dad.
And D plays the piano.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Gremlins, Seabloke & Dad - My All Time Love
Gremlins were literally poster babies. They were featured in magazines (for mothers, distributed in clinics), and highly sought after by commercial advertisers (Seabloke turned them down).
Now 6, twins are the most popular kids in school. They have the loveliest lips (extremely pillowy - like their father's), large, twinkling, talking eyes (large like their father's, twinkling like my Dad's), fair complexion (MINE), long dark silky hair (don't know who they take after - their father hasn't a lot of hair, Seabloke has hair long damaged by sea water, mine's simply unmanageable), and LONG, LEAN body (totally their father's genes). Models in the making.
Looks aside (we shan't be shallow), twins have the most magnetic personality - extremely inquisitive, and mischievous/evil and compassionate and considerate all at the same time.
Sea recounted that on one recent occasion when they were out having tea at Macdonalds, the younger twin (De) noticed an elderly lady huddling in a corner all by herself, with no food on her table. De asked her mother if she could get the lady a hot chocolate coz she looked cold and hungry. Sea went to get the drink, which De brought to the lady. The lady broke into a smile, stroke De's head gently, and told De that she was waiting for her daughter. The whole time that she was sitting there alone shivering, no one had approached her to find out if she was alright. No one cared. Except De.
De reminds me of my Dad.
Dad would always help the needy and those weaker than him. When we were kids, Dad would always have money ready for us so we can put them into the tins of elderly (we would never give to the young and healthy) folks that we found sleeping on the streets. He would always stop his car to help victims of car accidents, and he would always make bullies and bad people EXTREMELY SORRY. Dad had a piercing glare that would send shivers down the spine of the most unruly of characters. Yet the same pair of eyes would make any lady melt...
Dad always taught us to be very good to good people, and very firm with unscrupulous ones (we took it a step further - we were malicious in every sense when dealing with the latter).
De is now like Sea and me when we were kids. She terrorizes naughty boys.
V (the older twin) is sweet like her father. And extremely sentimental like my Dad. V is the one that fell on the ice-skating rink. She is extremely bossy - like Granny and Dad - gives very specific instructions - to adults - on how things are to be done. And like Granny and Dad, she likes to feed people. The many occasions that Sea had dropped by with a whole week's supply of food for me - V's orders.
Sea popped by with V yesterday with my favorite food and dessert, and a bottle of the strangest looking concoction that's supposed to invigorate me (so I won't fall asleep while trading....I'm absolutely loving the smell of my home now!). They didn't stay long - Sea figured I needed to get back to my charts.
This morning, Sea sent me this:
on our way back V asked why yeeyee doesn't leave home..
V: issit cos yy doesn't want anyone to see her face?
me: why do you ask that? do you think yy is ugly?
V: no.. yy is pretty!
me: who's prettier, yy or mummy?
V: mummy..
me: (nod in approval) yy vs V?
V: me!
me: yy vs De?
V: yy
(muahahaha!)
me: yy vs ah jiong (D)?
V: yy..
me: yy vs gu por ("gu por" is how Chinese address their parent's aunts - twin's "gu por" is my very pretty 62 year-old aunt, my Dad's only sister)?
V: yy..
me: yy vs keisha (my cat - the one that eats my rugs, carpet and books and watches National Geographic)?
V: YY!
ok, i'm rest assured they know the hierarchy :-D
lunch good? dessert good? We had a whole pack of famous amos the other day. We passed by one just now and V insisted must buy for YY so i said no.. yy will become fat cos yy is a cookie monster, once start cannot stop. She was so smart i tell you... she said "then we get the smallest pack so she can't eat that much?"
D finished the cookies. He is the bona fide cookie monster.
Now 6, twins are the most popular kids in school. They have the loveliest lips (extremely pillowy - like their father's), large, twinkling, talking eyes (large like their father's, twinkling like my Dad's), fair complexion (MINE), long dark silky hair (don't know who they take after - their father hasn't a lot of hair, Seabloke has hair long damaged by sea water, mine's simply unmanageable), and LONG, LEAN body (totally their father's genes). Models in the making.
Looks aside (we shan't be shallow), twins have the most magnetic personality - extremely inquisitive, and mischievous/evil and compassionate and considerate all at the same time.
Sea recounted that on one recent occasion when they were out having tea at Macdonalds, the younger twin (De) noticed an elderly lady huddling in a corner all by herself, with no food on her table. De asked her mother if she could get the lady a hot chocolate coz she looked cold and hungry. Sea went to get the drink, which De brought to the lady. The lady broke into a smile, stroke De's head gently, and told De that she was waiting for her daughter. The whole time that she was sitting there alone shivering, no one had approached her to find out if she was alright. No one cared. Except De.
De reminds me of my Dad.
Dad would always help the needy and those weaker than him. When we were kids, Dad would always have money ready for us so we can put them into the tins of elderly (we would never give to the young and healthy) folks that we found sleeping on the streets. He would always stop his car to help victims of car accidents, and he would always make bullies and bad people EXTREMELY SORRY. Dad had a piercing glare that would send shivers down the spine of the most unruly of characters. Yet the same pair of eyes would make any lady melt...
Dad always taught us to be very good to good people, and very firm with unscrupulous ones (we took it a step further - we were malicious in every sense when dealing with the latter).
De is now like Sea and me when we were kids. She terrorizes naughty boys.
V (the older twin) is sweet like her father. And extremely sentimental like my Dad. V is the one that fell on the ice-skating rink. She is extremely bossy - like Granny and Dad - gives very specific instructions - to adults - on how things are to be done. And like Granny and Dad, she likes to feed people. The many occasions that Sea had dropped by with a whole week's supply of food for me - V's orders.
Sea popped by with V yesterday with my favorite food and dessert, and a bottle of the strangest looking concoction that's supposed to invigorate me (so I won't fall asleep while trading....I'm absolutely loving the smell of my home now!). They didn't stay long - Sea figured I needed to get back to my charts.
This morning, Sea sent me this:
on our way back V asked why yeeyee doesn't leave home..
V: issit cos yy doesn't want anyone to see her face?
me: why do you ask that? do you think yy is ugly?
V: no.. yy is pretty!
me: who's prettier, yy or mummy?
V: mummy..
me: (nod in approval) yy vs V?
V: me!
me: yy vs De?
V: yy
(muahahaha!)
me: yy vs ah jiong (D)?
V: yy..
me: yy vs gu por ("gu por" is how Chinese address their parent's aunts - twin's "gu por" is my very pretty 62 year-old aunt, my Dad's only sister)?
V: yy..
me: yy vs keisha (my cat - the one that eats my rugs, carpet and books and watches National Geographic)?
V: YY!
ok, i'm rest assured they know the hierarchy :-D
lunch good? dessert good? We had a whole pack of famous amos the other day. We passed by one just now and V insisted must buy for YY so i said no.. yy will become fat cos yy is a cookie monster, once start cannot stop. She was so smart i tell you... she said "then we get the smallest pack so she can't eat that much?"
D finished the cookies. He is the bona fide cookie monster.
Monday, December 14, 2009
6J, 6B, 6E, TF Trades 12/14 (Mon) - BAD Tobacco
Total : - USD 1566B 5min
Missed the above 6B trade, and totally lost my cool after that.I blame nicotine.
It was shortly after I came out of my 6J trade when I spotted the 6B trade.
Put in a buy order and waited.
Then I got listless coz I haven't had my morning nic fix.
Pulled the order and went out for a quick smoke break.
Came back in to see price soaring towards my entry price.
Went in at market right at where I had initially placed my stop order, not realizing that I had unarmed the DOM before I stepped away from my workstation (Keish loves to do her catwalk on my keyboard), and so the order didn't go through.
Decided not to chase. I refused to go in at a lousy price.
My 4-point target was hit - took just three 5-min candles.
When D got home, I told him I am quitting smoking for good, coz cigarettes are really bad for trading.
I've stayed away from cigarettes for a good 6 years before picking it up again in early May 2008 - exactly when I started blogging and trading (one of the darkest periods in my life, NOT coz of trading of course) - so I'm sure I can do this without the help of drugs that make me puke.
I'm going to miss nic breaks with D. We don't talk to each other a lot inside our cave coz we are always too engrossed by work, and smoke breaks are the only time that we have our casual chats. They are always fun. We would hold hands and enjoy the cool evening breeze. Sometimes we stare at the moon and marvel at clouds, stars and lightning bolts. Most times we check out strange looking insects and gigantic moths, and joke about "smoked grasshoppers" for Alberto.
Targeting for next week to quit. I still want to trade this week (I'm prepared to get really edgy during the cold turkey period so I'll halt all trading for 2 weeks - probably the best time to take a break anyway).
Just one of those losing days that makes no sense.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Loose Ends
There won't be any trading for me today. I'm spending the day taking care of non-trading matters, and finishing a few books that I'm currently reading.
Gremlins made me a lovely bookmark. They must have noticed that besides trading, my only other passion is reading. Absolute darlings.
AUDUSD Long position - I have a small 10k non-leveraged position I'm still holding. I might let it go next week. For now, daily chart's not giving me any signal to exit trade.
Blog comments - I've deactivated comments (meant to be "off" by default anyway) again. I don't mean to be rude/mean/cold/anti-social - I'm merely doing everything I can to eliminate distractions during this intensive learning phase.
My business plan for 2010 is still in skeletal form. I wonder if it'll ever materialize into the thesis that I thought I wanted it to be. While I've always been extremely goal-oriented and unrelenting in my previous job, I'm just not the same person now. I guess it has a lot to do with my impression of the market, that it's something that's completely fluid - formless, border-less, sometimes seemingly completely clueless - and no amount of planning on my part is going to help me navigate the terrain better.
We'll see.
Gremlins made me a lovely bookmark. They must have noticed that besides trading, my only other passion is reading. Absolute darlings.
AUDUSD Long position - I have a small 10k non-leveraged position I'm still holding. I might let it go next week. For now, daily chart's not giving me any signal to exit trade.
Blog comments - I've deactivated comments (meant to be "off" by default anyway) again. I don't mean to be rude/mean/cold/anti-social - I'm merely doing everything I can to eliminate distractions during this intensive learning phase.
My business plan for 2010 is still in skeletal form. I wonder if it'll ever materialize into the thesis that I thought I wanted it to be. While I've always been extremely goal-oriented and unrelenting in my previous job, I'm just not the same person now. I guess it has a lot to do with my impression of the market, that it's something that's completely fluid - formless, border-less, sometimes seemingly completely clueless - and no amount of planning on my part is going to help me navigate the terrain better.
We'll see.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Oil, Long & Wrong & Skating Incident
I'm turning on comments for my heartthrob (HUGH DILLON) lookalike, Long & Wrong
Am not going to be trading for the rest of the week (ok, maybe just 100 - 200 shares of ETFs) anyway...
Comments on skating incident most welcome!
I had a scare today. Lost time and was trapped in a CL trade for what seemed like a century when oil inventory data was released. It was much easier to follow US time during their daylight saving period. For now, 10:30am ET is 11:30pm my time, and I keep losing track of data release time.
To cut a long story short, I was long CL and everything was good, I was making about 200 when all of a sudden, price disappeared from IB's booktrader. I hit "re-centre" and was astounded/appalled/petrified and felt totally screwed when my PnL column showed -500, then straight to -1000, all before I could blink my eyes ONCE. D was in the shower. When he got out, he was quiet. I was quiet. Got out at a place that's 15 cents (1.5 points) lower than my previous target. Price continued to soar a couple of points above my initial target (I was targeting for a 3-point target - where pivot was). But I was just glad I got out unscathed. The point plus profit's a bonus.
D put his ear on my chest, and was beyond amazed to hear NORMAL heartbeat.
Somehow, I'm the calmest when under severe stress. D asked why I hadn't gotten out when price plunged to -500. I replied that so far, I've never been killed by spikes. I die slow deaths.
Anyway, that's why I need my break. I think I've had a scare. My brain just didn't register I guess.
Am not going to be trading for the rest of the week (ok, maybe just 100 - 200 shares of ETFs) anyway...
Comments on skating incident most welcome!
I had a scare today. Lost time and was trapped in a CL trade for what seemed like a century when oil inventory data was released. It was much easier to follow US time during their daylight saving period. For now, 10:30am ET is 11:30pm my time, and I keep losing track of data release time.
To cut a long story short, I was long CL and everything was good, I was making about 200 when all of a sudden, price disappeared from IB's booktrader. I hit "re-centre" and was astounded/appalled/petrified and felt totally screwed when my PnL column showed -500, then straight to -1000, all before I could blink my eyes ONCE. D was in the shower. When he got out, he was quiet. I was quiet. Got out at a place that's 15 cents (1.5 points) lower than my previous target. Price continued to soar a couple of points above my initial target (I was targeting for a 3-point target - where pivot was). But I was just glad I got out unscathed. The point plus profit's a bonus.
D put his ear on my chest, and was beyond amazed to hear NORMAL heartbeat.
Somehow, I'm the calmest when under severe stress. D asked why I hadn't gotten out when price plunged to -500. I replied that so far, I've never been killed by spikes. I die slow deaths.
Anyway, that's why I need my break. I think I've had a scare. My brain just didn't register I guess.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
St Joseph's Church Kindergarten - Clinical Reply From Governing Agency & Prior "Scratching" Incident
I'm beyond pissed. The reply to Seabloke from the authority overseeing the school is beyond atrocious. I am taking this to the highest authority. As an ex-civil servant, I know a clinical response when I see one. This has got to be the most insincere DRAFT that I've come across. In fact, I am sure that the reply was written by the principal herself, and terribly vetted by the person endorsing it.
The reply was sent out via the person's GMAIL ACCOUNT. An official reply's supposed to come from the office email, or in the form of a proper letter that comes with the agency's letterhead!
Seabloke is a responsible mother. She used to inspect the places that Gremlins were supposed to be taken to on outings. Just prior to Gremlin's fall, she had asked for the exact location of another outing that they were supposed to attend, and no teachers would give it to her. When she subsequently found out where it was, and went there personally, the teachers showed their displeasure. It is clear to me now why they were not pleased at all to see Seabloke there. Who likes to be caught NOT doing their job??
The ridiculously laughable and OFFENSIVE (offensive coz facts were twisted - Gremlin's cut needed stitches and she was DRIPPING BLOOD for an hour! What person with a heart would call that a MINOR cut???) reply (Gremlin's name replaced with "X" to protect her identity):
We thank you for your email of December 2nd 2009 and regret that your daughter X had suffered a cut on her lower chin on the 26th of November, 2009, on the second day, during the school's outing at the Kallang Ice World skating rink. We are relieved however to learn from you that she is much better, although she is still feeling some discomfort from her cut.
At your request, we would like to share with you some information which we have obtained from the Kindergarten staff.
The incident happened during the self practice period after formal training by the coach. There were six teachers present. Three were in the rink at the time of the incident inside the rink and three outside tending to children wishing to rest. None of the teachers saw X fall; they however were immediately aware of her injury when she exit the rink helped by some of her classmates as they went towards the teachers outside the rink. Ms Ho (X's class teacher) who also happened to be there, immediately attended to her by cleaning her cut which also included applying some antiseptic cream from the kindergarten's first aid box.
We understood that Ms Ho had contacted you immediately and that you said that your were going immediately to the ice rink. A staff from the ice rink also inspected X's injury and had opined that it was a minor cut. As you were on the way, X seemed to be in quite a stable condition and the bleeding had stopped, the teachers had decided to wait for your arrival to see if you still wanted to bring X to the clinic or to take her home with you.
We are satisfied that that the teachers, in particular Ms Ho was attending to X and had her in their sight all the time after her fall. Ms Ho was only a few meters away when you arrived.
We, at the Kindergarten's management appreciate the importance of safety and care for the children and would like to assure you that this is a top priority in the Kindergarten. Inspite of the best precautions taken accidents do happen and when they do occur we will thoroughly investigate and review if there was more that we could have done.
You had mentioned that X is still suffering from some discomfort and may need medical attention. Please do contact Ms Angeline Wong, the Kindergarten's principal or myself and we will arrange with you for our Kindergarten's doctor to attend to her.
We thank you once again for bring this to our attention and we offer again our regrets for this unfortunate accident.
An prior incident recounted by the parent of the boy that was scratched (I'm appalled that the principal's total lack of responsibility is condoned to this day!):
I've removed article. It occurred to me the parent's permission has not been sought (although I really don't think she'll mind my sharing her experience.)
The reply was sent out via the person's GMAIL ACCOUNT. An official reply's supposed to come from the office email, or in the form of a proper letter that comes with the agency's letterhead!
Seabloke is a responsible mother. She used to inspect the places that Gremlins were supposed to be taken to on outings. Just prior to Gremlin's fall, she had asked for the exact location of another outing that they were supposed to attend, and no teachers would give it to her. When she subsequently found out where it was, and went there personally, the teachers showed their displeasure. It is clear to me now why they were not pleased at all to see Seabloke there. Who likes to be caught NOT doing their job??
The ridiculously laughable and OFFENSIVE (offensive coz facts were twisted - Gremlin's cut needed stitches and she was DRIPPING BLOOD for an hour! What person with a heart would call that a MINOR cut???) reply (Gremlin's name replaced with "X" to protect her identity):
We thank you for your email of December 2nd 2009 and regret that your daughter X had suffered a cut on her lower chin on the 26th of November, 2009, on the second day, during the school's outing at the Kallang Ice World skating rink. We are relieved however to learn from you that she is much better, although she is still feeling some discomfort from her cut.
At your request, we would like to share with you some information which we have obtained from the Kindergarten staff.
The incident happened during the self practice period after formal training by the coach. There were six teachers present. Three were in the rink at the time of the incident inside the rink and three outside tending to children wishing to rest. None of the teachers saw X fall; they however were immediately aware of her injury when she exit the rink helped by some of her classmates as they went towards the teachers outside the rink. Ms Ho (X's class teacher) who also happened to be there, immediately attended to her by cleaning her cut which also included applying some antiseptic cream from the kindergarten's first aid box.
We understood that Ms Ho had contacted you immediately and that you said that your were going immediately to the ice rink. A staff from the ice rink also inspected X's injury and had opined that it was a minor cut. As you were on the way, X seemed to be in quite a stable condition and the bleeding had stopped, the teachers had decided to wait for your arrival to see if you still wanted to bring X to the clinic or to take her home with you.
We are satisfied that that the teachers, in particular Ms Ho was attending to X and had her in their sight all the time after her fall. Ms Ho was only a few meters away when you arrived.
We, at the Kindergarten's management appreciate the importance of safety and care for the children and would like to assure you that this is a top priority in the Kindergarten. Inspite of the best precautions taken accidents do happen and when they do occur we will thoroughly investigate and review if there was more that we could have done.
You had mentioned that X is still suffering from some discomfort and may need medical attention. Please do contact Ms Angeline Wong, the Kindergarten's principal or myself and we will arrange with you for our Kindergarten's doctor to attend to her.
We thank you once again for bring this to our attention and we offer again our regrets for this unfortunate accident.
An prior incident recounted by the parent of the boy that was scratched (I'm appalled that the principal's total lack of responsibility is condoned to this day!):
I've removed article. It occurred to me the parent's permission has not been sought (although I really don't think she'll mind my sharing her experience.)
Monday, December 7, 2009
St Joseph's Church Kindergarten & Gremlin's Bleeding Chin
Following Gremlin's fall at the ice-skating ring, Seabloke had asked the principal of the school for details of what actually happened that day. She got none. The principal was merely interested in indemnifying Seabloke for the medical expenses she's incurred.
Gremlin later shared that after she fell, and tried to get up, the younger twin, together with another 6-year-old, had come to her aid, and the 3 kids then skated along the edge of the ring, holding on to whatever they could grab hold of for support, to get Gremlin out of the ring. The principal, and 2 other teachers were SKATING IN THE RING. What Gremlin said was consistent with accounts Seabloke gathered from the other kids who saw Gremlin fall. NO TEACHERS CAME FORWARD TO HELP. The younger twin seemed to be the only one watching over her sister!
What I found truly unbelievable was that the first words uttered by the principal when Seabloke approached her was that Gremlin had fallen herself (yes, we know you didn't push her!). And days after the incident, she just wanted to know how much Seabloke had forked out to get her daughter stitched up so the school could pay her back.
Seabloke doesn't want money. She wants answers!
Since she couldn't get them from the principal, she wrote in to a few agencies, and sent a mail to Rev. Edmund of the kingdergarten as well.
There was a prior incident at the school that was retold by a mother on a mother's forum that has gone missing. I can't open the cache, but captured the result that google yielded:
Seabloke's letter (the part in bold - I bold it coz it's what MAKES ME MAD STILL):
Gremlin later shared that after she fell, and tried to get up, the younger twin, together with another 6-year-old, had come to her aid, and the 3 kids then skated along the edge of the ring, holding on to whatever they could grab hold of for support, to get Gremlin out of the ring. The principal, and 2 other teachers were SKATING IN THE RING. What Gremlin said was consistent with accounts Seabloke gathered from the other kids who saw Gremlin fall. NO TEACHERS CAME FORWARD TO HELP. The younger twin seemed to be the only one watching over her sister!
What I found truly unbelievable was that the first words uttered by the principal when Seabloke approached her was that Gremlin had fallen herself (yes, we know you didn't push her!). And days after the incident, she just wanted to know how much Seabloke had forked out to get her daughter stitched up so the school could pay her back.
Seabloke doesn't want money. She wants answers!
Since she couldn't get them from the principal, she wrote in to a few agencies, and sent a mail to Rev. Edmund of the kingdergarten as well.
There was a prior incident at the school that was retold by a mother on a mother's forum that has gone missing. I can't open the cache, but captured the result that google yielded:
Seabloke's letter (the part in bold - I bold it coz it's what MAKES ME MAD STILL):
I write with concern over an incident during a recent St Joseph's Church Kindergarten outing where my 6-year-old (K2) daughter was a participant. I mean no malice and do not wish to be antagonistic. I hope you read this in a neutral light as I attempt to present the events in as factual a manner as I can.
On the 26th Nov '09, the school organised a holiday program - ice-skating at Kallang Ice World. I left my daughter in care of the school at 8am to board the school bus with the other participants for this activity.
At 11am, I received a call from one of the teachers, Ms Ho, saying my daughter was "pushed, fell, hurt her chin, and bleeding". She went on to say she had to call me as she needed instructions as to whether I wanted the teachers to send my daughter to a clinic downstairs, or to wait for me at the skating rink. According to Ms Ho, the wound was bleeding quite a fair bit, and will most probably require stitches.
As I was not there to assess the injury, I based my decision on what she described and left instructions to have my daughter sent to the clinic immediately while I made my way to the venue. I requested through Ms Ho that the doctor call me before any procedures were done on my daughter. Our phone conversation ended with her acknowledgment of my request.
As I was caught in heavy traffic, I rang Kallang Ice World at 11.20am to find out if my daughter had been sent to the clinic and if there was any update on the situation. The staff of Kallang Ice World knew nothing and could not answer any of my queries. I asked to speak with Ms Ho.
Shortly after, Ms Ho came on the line and reported that my daughter had not been sent to the clinic because they "did not have her particulars". She went on to say the bleeding "had stopped".
I arrived at Kallang Ice World at around 11.30am. Upon entering the premises, I noticed my daughter was sitting in the crowd by herself, with no teacher within her immediate vicinity. It was only when I approached that Ms Ho ushered me towards my daughter. When I neared, I observed her chin was still dripping blood!
By my estimate, having been called at 11am by Ms Ho, that the accident must have happened some minutes prior, and as the present time was already 11.45am, my daughter would have bled for about an hour or more. To be fair, my daughter did tell me Ms Ho used tissue and held it at her chin in attempt to stop the bleeding.
She was subsequently left to sit alone until I arrived.
While I tended to my daughter's wound at the rink, only Ms Ho approached me to ask how she was.
It also came to my understanding that 37 children signed up for the program when the consent form capped the number of participants at 24. No one could say for sure how many of them were on the rink at any given time. To make matters worse, none of the teachers could tell me with any certainty either.
The Principal of St Joseph's Church Kindergarten, Miss Angeline Wong, was at a distance and did not approach me.
I went up to her and expressed my disappointment at how the whole thing was being handled, and how my daughter was not given due care.
Miss Wong was quick to emphasise my daughter "fell on her own".
This is contrary to what Ms Ho first told me when she called to say that my daughter was pushed.
Miss Wong went on to say they applied antiseptic cream. She could not explain when I asked why the bleeding was not stopped prior to applying the cream.
I found out from my daughter that in order to contact me, the teachers had to get my number from her, an injured, bleeding, scared, and freezing girl.
Please note I am not on a witch-hunt, and do not accuse or seek any person's reprimand or dismissal over this matter. I desire to understand the established practice and procedures in handling such incidences and how the school could improve on it in future. I do hope you do not treat my queries lightly.
1) Could there be a lapse in supervision at the skating venue since none of the teachers is able to give an accurate account of the accident?
2) Why did the teachers not have the relevant student particulars on hand so that my daughter could have been taken to the clinic sooner? Was the information not given to the school for precisely such circumstances?
3) Why did the school teachers not bring along a first-aid kit? Did they assume there would be access to one at the venue? The staff I spoke with could not provide me with such (though a Mr Chang How I spoke with later confirmed there is a first-aid kit within the premises).
4) Why was there no conscientious effort to ensure my daughter remained safe after the fall? When I arrived she was seated among the crowd of children, with her chin still bleeding. No constant pressure was applied to the wound until the bleeding stopped, and no adult accompanied her to monitor her condition and provide comfort during the wait.
5) In evaluating the venue for school activities, was it discovered that Kallang Ice World has no trained First-Aider? Was this a priority especially so since none of the teachers present were known to be First Aid trained? Is not a first aid trained teacher or assistant required to be on duty on any school outing?
6) Is it not the school's responsibility to ensure a safe environment for children's activities? In selecting Kallang Ice World, did the school insist that the children be provided with and don appropriate protective gear?
7) No matter whose fault it is, fact remains there is an injured child. Would common decency not dictate that as much care as possible be given to him/her? From what could be observed, there seems to be a lapse in care.
8) Did the teachers realise that during the entire time my daughter sat waiting, she was in fact cold, in pain, bleeding, and hungry? The sandwich she brought with her was only half eaten, as the other half was stained with blood from her dripping chin.
To iterate, I do not seek to lay blame, but to seek answers to the above and hope that the appropriate remedies are made. Of course accidents do happen, and it is only fortunate this accident is not more serious than it is. It's how the situation is dealt with after the accident that is at issue here. Perhaps it is likely that should this incident be taken as a learning experience, such situations could be averted in future?
Friday, December 4, 2009
TF Trades 12/4 (Fri) - Wrap Up
Total: + 1.9 PointsTF 200-tick
I am officially very sick of TF's min charts. Was checking out its tick chart shortly after getting out of my globex hour trade, and noticed that it was nice. That run up before market open was crazy but not unexpected. Had I switched to a tick chart earlier, I wouldn't have gotten out of my scratched position.But I don't look back, so all's good.
US Session
I had been focusing on the bull flag and for price to break on the upside and didn't even realize that market has opened. When price indeed broke above and didn't look like it was pulling back just yet, I put in a buy stop order to get in at 602.8.
Order was filled when D got back to his workstation. He asked to take over, so I let him. Told him to set a limit order to sell at 605 (target was determined much earlier before trade was entered - I went with Fib 211.8 but chose 605 coz it's a whole number and it's a "5"). When TF got to 604, I told him to move stop to breakeven. The next second, I heard "SHIT".
"ok, good, we got 1 point right?" I figured D had ACCIDENTALLY closed my trade.
"We got 1.1" A very, very remorseful D replied, as we both watched price shoot pass 605.
"YAY!!! SMOKE BREAK!" Like I said, I don't look back.
Even Alberto sensed that D was upset, and came running to console him. I told D that it was alright, that I make mistakes much more often than he does (and my mistakes usually cost us big time). D promises that he will start to get used to using the BookTrader instead. But he was still mad with himself. So I had to tell him that actually I wasn't sure that moving stop to breakeven was such a great idea, and would have probably bailed at 604 anyway.
D's now HAPPY.
Men.
Update: I totally forgot about non-farm until I read Paul's post! But then again, had I gone with tick-chart, I would still have bought a breakout on the upside on both the globex trade and the post-market open trade. It was actually the min chart that got me in too early on the globex trade. Great, I just blamed my chart. Soon I'll be blaming my cat. He wants food and massage everytime I sit on a losing trade.
Apology
AUDUSD position's still opened. Price's not moving a great deal.
TF's really ugly - it's trading like the ES. I am definitely tempted to trade oil and bean for the rest of the year.
Got a call from an ex-colleague that I couldn't take coz I was in trade. Received many calls from ex-colleagues, friends here, and friends abroad in the past few months, and I hadn't been able to take their calls. I have so many calls to return I decided that I'll be fair and not call any of them. Had some time to log on to facebook and was appalled to see the number of messages from friends (I log on to facebook probably once in 3 months). Decided after that that I'd check my emails some other day. I have yet to return my sworn brother's call (he was expecting to catch up in HK). I just didn't know how to tell him that I wasn't visiting after all. He only knew that I cancelled my trip when I called to break the news to our friend who was getting married whose wedding I was supposed to attend.
Had some time (when I was out taking my nic break) to reflect on the way I'm treating people that I've known for years. It's not that I don't value them. I do. All of them. Which is what makes it so difficult. Most times I know that I'm a lucky woman - my friends don't seem to give up on me. And that makes me feel horribly guilty all the time. If I were to meet just one of them per day, it will take me 2 months to see all of them. I wonder, how do others manage? I can hardly find time to have dinner with my siblings! I asked D, and D said that unlike me, most people look forward to seeing other people. For me, I make it a point to see those who NEED me. To see anyone else is like a chore (any activity that requires my stepping out of my home is a chore - so yes, getting lunch everyday is a chore so I skip it most of the time). I like my friends, I love many of them dearly, but it's a feeling that I'm not desperate to express.
I am aware that I'm not sociable. I know too that fundamentally, there's nothing wrong with that. I just feel terribly sorry. I haven't any inkling if my friends are actually upset. I would be if I were to look up someone and he/she's never available. But then again, I'm not like everyone else. If I were, I wouldn't be trading.
I just want to say I'm sorry, Celeste, that I'm a terrible mother.
TF's really ugly - it's trading like the ES. I am definitely tempted to trade oil and bean for the rest of the year.
Got a call from an ex-colleague that I couldn't take coz I was in trade. Received many calls from ex-colleagues, friends here, and friends abroad in the past few months, and I hadn't been able to take their calls. I have so many calls to return I decided that I'll be fair and not call any of them. Had some time to log on to facebook and was appalled to see the number of messages from friends (I log on to facebook probably once in 3 months). Decided after that that I'd check my emails some other day. I have yet to return my sworn brother's call (he was expecting to catch up in HK). I just didn't know how to tell him that I wasn't visiting after all. He only knew that I cancelled my trip when I called to break the news to our friend who was getting married whose wedding I was supposed to attend.
Had some time (when I was out taking my nic break) to reflect on the way I'm treating people that I've known for years. It's not that I don't value them. I do. All of them. Which is what makes it so difficult. Most times I know that I'm a lucky woman - my friends don't seem to give up on me. And that makes me feel horribly guilty all the time. If I were to meet just one of them per day, it will take me 2 months to see all of them. I wonder, how do others manage? I can hardly find time to have dinner with my siblings! I asked D, and D said that unlike me, most people look forward to seeing other people. For me, I make it a point to see those who NEED me. To see anyone else is like a chore (any activity that requires my stepping out of my home is a chore - so yes, getting lunch everyday is a chore so I skip it most of the time). I like my friends, I love many of them dearly, but it's a feeling that I'm not desperate to express.
I am aware that I'm not sociable. I know too that fundamentally, there's nothing wrong with that. I just feel terribly sorry. I haven't any inkling if my friends are actually upset. I would be if I were to look up someone and he/she's never available. But then again, I'm not like everyone else. If I were, I wouldn't be trading.
I just want to say I'm sorry, Celeste, that I'm a terrible mother.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Trades 12/1 (Tues) & 12/2 (Wed) & SPA Saga
12/1 (Tues) US Session
Typical pre-FED day - tight range, undecided market, basically just an ugly chart until after 2pm. There was just 1 trade that I spotted. Gave D signal to enter (blue arrow), then had him cancel buy stop order. I just didn't think I had to resort to taking a crappy trade like that (wide stop; profit capped by 3rd touch on downsloping channel ceiling). I didn't want to short the market either, and decided to call it a day. D was only too happy. He had been wanting to SELL the whole time. So he faded every new peak in NQ:
12/2 (Wed) FX
Closed my EURUSD position (LONG) from last Friday. Result: -14 pips. I'm not sure what the pair wants to do anymore. I overstayed in the first place anyway (This chart shows my entry on Fri - Oanda's not showing that trade anymore...it probably keeps historical records for no more than 2 days?).
Opened a AUDUSD position (LONG) that I didn't feel comfortable holding, and decided to let a breakeven stop take me out.
Opened a CADJPY position (LONG) to hedge my EURUSD trade and decided to let a breakeven stop take me out when the 2 started to converge.
A brief description of the case I found on the net:
http://sg.news.yahoo.com/cna/20091109/tap-097-has-wellness-village-spa-left-cu-231650b.html
TF 1min
Typical pre-FED day - tight range, undecided market, basically just an ugly chart until after 2pm. There was just 1 trade that I spotted. Gave D signal to enter (blue arrow), then had him cancel buy stop order. I just didn't think I had to resort to taking a crappy trade like that (wide stop; profit capped by 3rd touch on downsloping channel ceiling). I didn't want to short the market either, and decided to call it a day. D was only too happy. He had been wanting to SELL the whole time. So he faded every new peak in NQ:
12/2 (Wed) FX
Closed my EURUSD position (LONG) from last Friday. Result: -14 pips. I'm not sure what the pair wants to do anymore. I overstayed in the first place anyway (This chart shows my entry on Fri - Oanda's not showing that trade anymore...it probably keeps historical records for no more than 2 days?).
EURUSD 15min
Opened a AUDUSD position (LONG) that I didn't feel comfortable holding, and decided to let a breakeven stop take me out.
AUDUSD 15min
Opened a CADJPY position (LONG) to hedge my EURUSD trade and decided to let a breakeven stop take me out when the 2 started to converge.
CADJPY 15min
I think I just wanted to breakeven for the day.
And now I'm totally flat, and HAPPY. PnL for the week is USD 1300, so I'm going to stay out of a FED DAY.
BAD PEOPLE
I was having breakfast with D at our favorite haunt before he went to work this morning, when he received a call from the manager of a spa with which I am a member ( a 2007 Christmas gift from D - a 12k lifetime membership which he paid 8k for with cash - yes, the 4k bonus was for his generosity). His boss had run away. D broke the news to me, expecting some sort of reaction. But I continued to drink my ice coffee, and gave him a devilish grin seconds later. It's nasty, but definitely better than the "I-TOLD-YOU-SO" expression which always irritates the 2 of us.
Truth was, I was taken aback when I received the gift. But being the ever angelic partner that I was (ok, that's totally fabricated), I forced a grateful smile and said "thank-you". The following day, I asked Seabloke if she could sell the membership on ebay for me, since she's an ebay member. No luck. What was I even thinking - the market just crashed!
So Seabloke and I decided we'd go for a nice massage SOME DAY. The day never came of course. First, I can't be massaged. Second, I can't leave my workstation for even a day. Third, I can't spend a day at a spa - I'll go completely crazy.
It's been exactly 24 months since I received the membership card and I've never once stepped into the spa. And I've completely forgotten about selling the card when our economy turned around.
So there goes D's 8k. I'm just glad he hadn't used credit (I read on the Singapore's Straits Times that there were those who paid for the membership with their credit cards, and it looks like they will still have to continue to pay their installments....).
I told D to go to our small court tribunal. I would rather give the 8K to charity than to people who ran away without paying their employees!
And now I'm totally flat, and HAPPY. PnL for the week is USD 1300, so I'm going to stay out of a FED DAY.
BAD PEOPLE
I was having breakfast with D at our favorite haunt before he went to work this morning, when he received a call from the manager of a spa with which I am a member ( a 2007 Christmas gift from D - a 12k lifetime membership which he paid 8k for with cash - yes, the 4k bonus was for his generosity). His boss had run away. D broke the news to me, expecting some sort of reaction. But I continued to drink my ice coffee, and gave him a devilish grin seconds later. It's nasty, but definitely better than the "I-TOLD-YOU-SO" expression which always irritates the 2 of us.
Truth was, I was taken aback when I received the gift. But being the ever angelic partner that I was (ok, that's totally fabricated), I forced a grateful smile and said "thank-you". The following day, I asked Seabloke if she could sell the membership on ebay for me, since she's an ebay member. No luck. What was I even thinking - the market just crashed!
So Seabloke and I decided we'd go for a nice massage SOME DAY. The day never came of course. First, I can't be massaged. Second, I can't leave my workstation for even a day. Third, I can't spend a day at a spa - I'll go completely crazy.
It's been exactly 24 months since I received the membership card and I've never once stepped into the spa. And I've completely forgotten about selling the card when our economy turned around.
So there goes D's 8k. I'm just glad he hadn't used credit (I read on the Singapore's Straits Times that there were those who paid for the membership with their credit cards, and it looks like they will still have to continue to pay their installments....).
I told D to go to our small court tribunal. I would rather give the 8K to charity than to people who ran away without paying their employees!
A brief description of the case I found on the net:
http://sg.news.yahoo.com/cna/20091109/tap-097-has-wellness-village-spa-left-cu-231650b.html
Monday, November 30, 2009
2010
HK trip cancelled last minute.
Trading resumes.
I'll be focusing on 2 instruments for daytrading. I'll trade FX exclusively during the daytime (my daytime), using 2:1 leverage, and a max of 6:1. Once US market opens, I will trade TF exclusively. I've opened a separate account with IB to trade TF only. Contract size per trade will vary.
ETFs - this will be traded on the original account and most will be daytrades. Will take longer-term trades whenever I see opportunities on daily charts.
This is what 2010's looking like for me for now:
1) Car - selling my 5-year-old love (D says it's TOO OLD - in Singapore, a 5-year-old car is old enough to be scrapped....doesn't matter that mine is a turbo brick with an average life span of 20 years), and getting D's favorite.
2) Mortgage - getting a place for D's mum who's leaving LA to join us next year. I'm used to owning my home. As a matter of fact, I like to OWN everything I use/have. I hate credits. I hate mortgages. Basically, I just utterly hate debts. But I like D's mum. So I shall try to like the mortgage bit.
3) Friends - I'm projecting ZERO left. D's my only friend. The 2 years that I spent in my cave have made me realized that I'm a born loner. Only D can put up with someone who spends 90% of her time in her own head. For the first time in my life, I'm going to be friendless, coz I simply have no time for friends next year.
4) Learning - I've read some really good books in the past few days, and realized how much I've missed just lying on my bed or on the settee by the window reading things that are not trading-related. I MUST MUST MUST set aside time to pick up spanish and to play the piano that is starting to become another white elephant in my home.
5) Kids - NONE. Adamant. The world had better really end in 2012 this time.
Trading resumes.
I'll be focusing on 2 instruments for daytrading. I'll trade FX exclusively during the daytime (my daytime), using 2:1 leverage, and a max of 6:1. Once US market opens, I will trade TF exclusively. I've opened a separate account with IB to trade TF only. Contract size per trade will vary.
ETFs - this will be traded on the original account and most will be daytrades. Will take longer-term trades whenever I see opportunities on daily charts.
This is what 2010's looking like for me for now:
1) Car - selling my 5-year-old love (D says it's TOO OLD - in Singapore, a 5-year-old car is old enough to be scrapped....doesn't matter that mine is a turbo brick with an average life span of 20 years), and getting D's favorite.
2) Mortgage - getting a place for D's mum who's leaving LA to join us next year. I'm used to owning my home. As a matter of fact, I like to OWN everything I use/have. I hate credits. I hate mortgages. Basically, I just utterly hate debts. But I like D's mum. So I shall try to like the mortgage bit.
3) Friends - I'm projecting ZERO left. D's my only friend. The 2 years that I spent in my cave have made me realized that I'm a born loner. Only D can put up with someone who spends 90% of her time in her own head. For the first time in my life, I'm going to be friendless, coz I simply have no time for friends next year.
4) Learning - I've read some really good books in the past few days, and realized how much I've missed just lying on my bed or on the settee by the window reading things that are not trading-related. I MUST MUST MUST set aside time to pick up spanish and to play the piano that is starting to become another white elephant in my home.
5) Kids - NONE. Adamant. The world had better really end in 2012 this time.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Trades (6B, DIG, SKF) 10/27 (Mon) & Wonderful Seabloke
6B 133-Ticks
DIG 10min
SKF (Ultra Short Financials) 10min
PnL (Net): +USD 34.03DIG position was opened on Friday before I turned in. Covered 4 10min candles after market opened today. Didn't want to overstay. Volatile day.
SKF position was opened shortly after I closed my DIG trade. Covered way before my target. IT'S A BLOODY CRAZY DAY.
Seabloke's visit was the highlight of my day. She brought me so much food I shall not starve for the entire week! And they are all my favorite! The best has got to be cheesecake flavored yogurt, and a gigantic box of honey nut granola's !!! I LOVE MY BABY SISTER!
The Breathtaking, Stunningly Beautiful SEABLOKE:
Seabloke's favorite (she helped delivered a baby during her latest dive-trip! Don't know if this is the mother...they all look the same to me...):
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Simply Psychotic
It's Sunday, 10pm here, and he's still at work in his office. Drills of some kind. When he left his morning, he hadn't told me at what time he would be home, and I didn't ask. I slept through lunch, woke up and continued to work on my charts. Came dinner time and not a word from him. So I text to ask if he was actually having dinner in his office. He called to apologize for forgetting time. I said it was alright and that I would have dinner alone.
It's days like this that bring back all the haunting memories of last year. During last year's drill, he had called her a number of times (it was a 2-day event where he camped out in his office). It's strange how people can somehow find time for those they are truly interested in, no matter how crazily busy they claim to be. And it's amusing how on the same day, I nearly fell down 27 floors trying to save his precious armani jeans. He didn't call me even after I text to tell him I finally found out how people fall to their death retrieving their laundries.
Mum called last night for the umpteenth time, and I finally picked up. We chatted a little about me, but I really wasn't in the mood to discuss my "depression" (she keeps thinking that I am sick, simply coz I stay indoors 24/7, and shun any kind of human contact). When she started talking about gremlins, that was when I got chatty. She had lunch with Seabloke and the girls recently, at a place that the girls called "Yee Yee's haunt" (I bring them there for blueberry pancakes whenever Seabloke's out of town), and asked me if gremlins are indeed very attached to me. I guess. Which surprised Mum. I'm not supposed to like people. She knows that, especially after I told her that the best part about my current job now is that it doesn't involve any face-to-face interaction with human beings. Then she started to talk about how gremlins are exactly like Seabloke and me when we were little kids. Extremely cheeky, hyperactive, hyper naughty, super talkative, extremely charming. Just nothing like their father (except the charming part of course), Mum said. Then we began to talk about how rascally I was when I was their age. I gather it came as a shock to her that I am today the exact opposite of what they expected me to be. Quiet, emotionless, anti-social, and love the dark (they thought I would grow up to be an entertainer, a social butterfly, just someone delightfully sunny).
I guess I died a long time ago. For years I couldn't understand my existence. Now at least I have something that gets me out of bed at 6 every morning - my charts. I'm tired of disappointing people, and having people disappoint me. I don't think about ever finding love, and I don't envy those who can still appreciate the myths and fantasies surrounding the subject. There's just no room for love in my life. It's fully occupied, perhaps by anger, perhaps by bitterness, perhaps by charts. I might never find out.
But it's ok. We have different things that we live for. I'm glad mine is something that can never hurt me, coz it's so darn DEAD.
I have a partner in life. We work towards the same goal - his parents and our retirement. I am his best friend (I'm going to have to just assume that...I mean, being wildly imaginative and naive was what had kept me going for more than 3 decades), he's my best friend, and he can't live a day without the coffee I make (acquired taste).
It's an uncomplicated life, albeit a little sad sometimes. That's why we stay away from Bollywood movies. They are just a tad too happy (what with the chasing each other around coconut trees and running into each other's arms on the beach...jeez....) for our liking.
Seabloke's visiting tomorrow! I'm happy! As long as she's not serious about DURIANS for lunch!
There's a very small chance that I might not trade tomorrow. Whenever lady facebook comes to mind, bad things happen. My neighbours' cute looking, seemingly harmless poodle poos right at my gate, my pc crashes, my mobile stops receiving messages, and my trades go awry.
I had a good day today. I spent most of it sleeping, and going over FX Madness' archive. He has amazing clean charts and a clear head. Recommended read.
It's days like this that bring back all the haunting memories of last year. During last year's drill, he had called her a number of times (it was a 2-day event where he camped out in his office). It's strange how people can somehow find time for those they are truly interested in, no matter how crazily busy they claim to be. And it's amusing how on the same day, I nearly fell down 27 floors trying to save his precious armani jeans. He didn't call me even after I text to tell him I finally found out how people fall to their death retrieving their laundries.
Mum called last night for the umpteenth time, and I finally picked up. We chatted a little about me, but I really wasn't in the mood to discuss my "depression" (she keeps thinking that I am sick, simply coz I stay indoors 24/7, and shun any kind of human contact). When she started talking about gremlins, that was when I got chatty. She had lunch with Seabloke and the girls recently, at a place that the girls called "Yee Yee's haunt" (I bring them there for blueberry pancakes whenever Seabloke's out of town), and asked me if gremlins are indeed very attached to me. I guess. Which surprised Mum. I'm not supposed to like people. She knows that, especially after I told her that the best part about my current job now is that it doesn't involve any face-to-face interaction with human beings. Then she started to talk about how gremlins are exactly like Seabloke and me when we were little kids. Extremely cheeky, hyperactive, hyper naughty, super talkative, extremely charming. Just nothing like their father (except the charming part of course), Mum said. Then we began to talk about how rascally I was when I was their age. I gather it came as a shock to her that I am today the exact opposite of what they expected me to be. Quiet, emotionless, anti-social, and love the dark (they thought I would grow up to be an entertainer, a social butterfly, just someone delightfully sunny).
I guess I died a long time ago. For years I couldn't understand my existence. Now at least I have something that gets me out of bed at 6 every morning - my charts. I'm tired of disappointing people, and having people disappoint me. I don't think about ever finding love, and I don't envy those who can still appreciate the myths and fantasies surrounding the subject. There's just no room for love in my life. It's fully occupied, perhaps by anger, perhaps by bitterness, perhaps by charts. I might never find out.
But it's ok. We have different things that we live for. I'm glad mine is something that can never hurt me, coz it's so darn DEAD.
I have a partner in life. We work towards the same goal - his parents and our retirement. I am his best friend (I'm going to have to just assume that...I mean, being wildly imaginative and naive was what had kept me going for more than 3 decades), he's my best friend, and he can't live a day without the coffee I make (acquired taste).
It's an uncomplicated life, albeit a little sad sometimes. That's why we stay away from Bollywood movies. They are just a tad too happy (what with the chasing each other around coconut trees and running into each other's arms on the beach...jeez....) for our liking.
Seabloke's visiting tomorrow! I'm happy! As long as she's not serious about DURIANS for lunch!
There's a very small chance that I might not trade tomorrow. Whenever lady facebook comes to mind, bad things happen. My neighbours' cute looking, seemingly harmless poodle poos right at my gate, my pc crashes, my mobile stops receiving messages, and my trades go awry.
I had a good day today. I spent most of it sleeping, and going over FX Madness' archive. He has amazing clean charts and a clear head. Recommended read.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Apathy
I learned about Sumatra's powerful earthquake when D came home last night telling me about it. His office building had shaken quite badly.
I checked out the news this morning and saw the report (in italic below) that had me shaking my head in disbelief. Singaporeans "screaming and shouting"??? I hardly felt a thing! And I live right in the heart of the business district.
Ok, actually, I did sense something - when I was taking a break from my screen to transport my dry laundry from the machine to my walk-in wardrobe. As I was about to step back out into my bedroom, I heard strange sounds coming from the upper shelf of the wardrobe (my home is so quiet I can hear a pin drop).
I looked up and saw the wooden clothes hangers on both D's and my side knocking into one another, as if someone was playing with them. At first I thought it was Keish that was playing and shaking the structure (which is highly unlikely coz it's a really sturdy structure!).
But Keish was out in the living room, and Alberto was standing right next to me, staring at exactly the same thing/ phenomenon that I was staring at.
The next thought that crossed my mind: " Is 7th month over (it's what the chinese call the "hungry ghost month" where your ancestors come back to visit you for a month...well, something along that line)? Well it's gotta be since the burning (of incense, paper money, paper houses, paper handphones, paper limousines, paper DOMESTIC HELPERS, etc etc) has stopped..."
And then I thought maybe it was the strong wind.
But my home is sealed 24 hours a day (internal ventilation system) and there's never wind.
I stood there thinking for about 5, maybe 10 mins (I really don't know, it seems like a pretty long time, coz I was just standing there, doing nothing).
I looked at Al, Al looked at me curiously (Al's always interested in whatever I'm doing - PERFECT LOVER)...
And then I decided.
What the heck, if I can't explain it, it's not worth my time.
I went back to my charts, and got so fixated I never felt the building move (I live on the 27th floor - according to D, I should have at least felt a little nauseous, which I didn't. But that was when I figured out what had moved my heavy wooden hangers!).
Anyway, D got home and told me about the tremors they felt in the office. D always downplays things, so I suppose there must have been some kind of commotion.
Then, we got down to talking about how terrible life has been for the people of Sumatra.
That evolved into a discussion on the hundreds of millions of landmines that are buried across the world - Vietnam, Cambodia, Angola, Afghanistan, and I asked why people choose to live in areas with landmines beneath them.
"Honey, they didn't choose to live there. They have no choice coz they are poor."
Such a heavy after-dinner topic.
10 minutes later, I was back at my workstation waiting for market to open in 5 minutes. In a matter of minutes, I was back in my sheltered world.
Ok, as I'm writing, I can feel the building I live in moving from side to side. I'm hearing sirens from fire engines. My breakfast's hardly touched and my blueberry juice's placed right next to my laptop and I was concerned it was going to spill....
Yes, that's the only thought that crossed my mind. Then I realize that I've become "singaporeanized" without my knowing.
HORRORS.
Sumatra's just been hit really badly again (if I can feel it, it's bad) and all I could think about was blueberry juice spilling over at my workstation.
I checked out the news this morning and saw the report (in italic below) that had me shaking my head in disbelief. Singaporeans "screaming and shouting"??? I hardly felt a thing! And I live right in the heart of the business district.
Ok, actually, I did sense something - when I was taking a break from my screen to transport my dry laundry from the machine to my walk-in wardrobe. As I was about to step back out into my bedroom, I heard strange sounds coming from the upper shelf of the wardrobe (my home is so quiet I can hear a pin drop).
I looked up and saw the wooden clothes hangers on both D's and my side knocking into one another, as if someone was playing with them. At first I thought it was Keish that was playing and shaking the structure (which is highly unlikely coz it's a really sturdy structure!).
But Keish was out in the living room, and Alberto was standing right next to me, staring at exactly the same thing/ phenomenon that I was staring at.
The next thought that crossed my mind: " Is 7th month over (it's what the chinese call the "hungry ghost month" where your ancestors come back to visit you for a month...well, something along that line)? Well it's gotta be since the burning (of incense, paper money, paper houses, paper handphones, paper limousines, paper DOMESTIC HELPERS, etc etc) has stopped..."
And then I thought maybe it was the strong wind.
But my home is sealed 24 hours a day (internal ventilation system) and there's never wind.
I stood there thinking for about 5, maybe 10 mins (I really don't know, it seems like a pretty long time, coz I was just standing there, doing nothing).
I looked at Al, Al looked at me curiously (Al's always interested in whatever I'm doing - PERFECT LOVER)...
And then I decided.
What the heck, if I can't explain it, it's not worth my time.
I went back to my charts, and got so fixated I never felt the building move (I live on the 27th floor - according to D, I should have at least felt a little nauseous, which I didn't. But that was when I figured out what had moved my heavy wooden hangers!).
Anyway, D got home and told me about the tremors they felt in the office. D always downplays things, so I suppose there must have been some kind of commotion.
Then, we got down to talking about how terrible life has been for the people of Sumatra.
That evolved into a discussion on the hundreds of millions of landmines that are buried across the world - Vietnam, Cambodia, Angola, Afghanistan, and I asked why people choose to live in areas with landmines beneath them.
"Honey, they didn't choose to live there. They have no choice coz they are poor."
Such a heavy after-dinner topic.
10 minutes later, I was back at my workstation waiting for market to open in 5 minutes. In a matter of minutes, I was back in my sheltered world.
Ok, as I'm writing, I can feel the building I live in moving from side to side. I'm hearing sirens from fire engines. My breakfast's hardly touched and my blueberry juice's placed right next to my laptop and I was concerned it was going to spill....
Yes, that's the only thought that crossed my mind. Then I realize that I've become "singaporeanized" without my knowing.
HORRORS.
Sumatra's just been hit really badly again (if I can feel it, it's bad) and all I could think about was blueberry juice spilling over at my workstation.
News article on the quake, which I extracted from yahoo news this morning:
SINGAPORE: Singaporeans island—wide literally felt the earth move under their feet as tremors shook the island in areas as diverse as Redhill in central Singapore to the northeast of the country like Pasir Ris.
This, after a powerful earthquake of magnitude 7.6 hit Indonesia.
Singapore’s Meteorological Services confirmed that the earthquake hit at about 6.15 pm this evening in the waters off Southern Sumatra about 530 kilometres from Singapore.
Minutes later, MediaCorp’s news hotlines started ringing as Singaporeans reported feeling tremors that lasted anywhere between 30 seconds and a few minutes.
Police and SCDF said they received more than 150 calls about the quake.
Videos sent in by viewers showed chandeliers swaying, as were other objects.
The calls came from across the island — Ang Mo Kio in the central , Marine Parade in the east, Punggol in the northeast and Raffles Place, in the central business district.
Callers said that some workers in the Suntec area and Changi Business Park were evacuated.
One man said: "There were a lot of office people on the roadside. We felt it for about five to ten minutes."
Others said their neighbours were screaming and shouting.
Rajakumar Choppa who works at Expo Changi Business Park, said: “Around 6 pm, we felt some kind of a building shake. I felt it three times actually and then we all stood up and rushed downstairs because there was some fire alarm in the building.
“When we got downstairs, there was a crowd. We were all watching and not knowing what was happening. I was able to see the building literally shaking.”
Callers also reported jams in the Causeway area as the bridge was shaking.
Experts MediaCorp spoke to said the situation was bad.
Professor Kerry Sieh, professor of Geology, Earth Observatory of Singapore, NTU, said: "It’s definitely getting worse. The earthquake sequence began in 2000 with a 7.9 about 800 km away from the south of Singapore. You haven’t felt this big of a sequence of earthquakes that is many large earthquakes for at least 175 years."
A tsunami warning was initially issued after the quake but later withdrawn. — CNA/vm
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