What's in a Name?

2 weeks ago, my Property Agent, Patrick came and sit infront of me in my office.

He saw my eyes were on the computer screen and knew what I was watching.

Patrick: MI, my friend told me to buy 'Satang'!

mama: What the heck is 'Satang'?

Patrick: He said the company obtained HUGE contract from the government!

The sucker that I usually am, automatically keyed in "Satang" on the search column and saw the stock being traded at RM1.14/RM1.15

mama: Contract with the government is one thing, can collect payment or not?

Patrick: If YOU don't believe in the government, who else will?

mama: I don't like the companies' name. I don't understand what it means!

When you are fully invested in a running market, you get very anxious and jittery, and tend to find every possible excuse not to commit to any new purchase unless you have the chance to switch.

Today the counter trades at RM1.55. The chart shows that it's at the verge of a breakout.
The Target Price?
I don't know.
I'm too shy to ask Patrick to ask his friend to ask his friend's friend to ask his friend's friend's friend.......

What does it mean?

It means that I've foregone the opportunity to gain 40sen profit which translates to RM400.00 per lot.
I usually keyed in my trade at a 10 lot basis,
It's a cool RM4,000.00 in 2 weeks, flushed down the sewer,

just because I don't like the name!

Only The Lonely.

I came home to a very quiet house last Saturday.

Imran had extra classes and decided to stay on for a group study at the library,
Ikram went out for lunch to celebrate a friend leaving for further studies in Australia,
Tasya was nowhere to be seen, perhaps out with a friend who came over from down South,
Dilla is at work (what else is new??).

Only the sound of the maid at the far back of the kitchen, kelentang kelentung, doing the laundry.

The only family member available was papa, doing his packing in the room. He was leaving for Medina the next day, fetching the last group of pilgrims coming back from the Haj trip this year.

Suddenly, I got a panic attack!!!

mama: papa, what is to happen to me if even YOU are no longer around? I'm so frighten! I don't want to live alone like my mother in her humongous house, doing nothing!!!....

I started to figure out what I should do:
-fire Kumar and do my own gardening, or
-collect as many stray cats as I possibly can and let them live in my house, or
-adopt abandoned babies to keep me occupied.

Somehow they all seem to be for the wrong reasons,

mama: papa, help!!!
what am I supposed to do if I don't have you as a companion anymore?
well, assuming that you will die first!..

papa: You can go to the mosque and pray for my soul!..and go visit my grave..

mama: Like dat? Life not so interesting anymore lor. In that case let me die first lah. I malas want to go and visit your grave!

What will you do then after I died?

papa: Ha,ha,ha... There's so much of new interesting things to do:
- **%^.....
- #@*!.......
- *&%^#......
-^%*$#!%^......
- *&^#$%&^........

items above are all censored in order to preserve my sanity!

OK, OK, I've changed my mind about volunteering to die first!
I will compile my new to-do list later.

S.O.S

Imran reminded us over dinner last night that February is fast coming.

papa: Huh?!? So???..

Imran: Don't you remember what happens on the 23rd??..

papa: What will happen?

Imran: It's MY birthday!!!!

papa: So, it's your birthday, what about it?

Imran: We are supposed to celebrate the one and only special day in the entire calender of the year!!

papa: I thought mama should be celebrating as on that day 15 years ago, she was done carrying you in her tummy!

Imran: It's mama's happy day too.

papa: But you have no idea how much pain she went through. We should be buying presents for the mother on our birthdays!!!

Imran: But mama doesn't want anything on my birthday. Besides, she already is happy enough to have a son like me!! I brought her a lot of joy and happiness....
(I am so used to this kind of emotional manipulation, after all, my career as a mother spans over the past 25 years...)

mama: what do YOU want, Imran?

Imran: I'll e-mail it to you tonight. Thanks, mama!











What in the technological world is this????






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Deja Vu

I read with trepidation a comment made by a young investor (I assume he/she is young) in a comment box of a blogger that 'he has made enormous amount of money in the stockmarket lately that he found it foolish to work for a living'.

Careful there, mate!
Been there, done that....

It was such a euphoric atmosphere back then at the end of 1993 when no one seemed to be interested to work. The telephone switchbox at the office was jammed up by outgoing calls to the designated line by Telekom to check the price quotes of shares traded at the stock market. Everyone talked about the share market. The fishmonger, the taxi driver...Even Lat came out with a cartoon of a lady about to give birth to her baby, but was still busy on the phone giving instructions to her remisier.

I don't envy anyone, as I too made my first million during that period.

It is said that when everyone talks about how easy it is to pick up cash from the stockmarket, it is the time to get the hell out of there, before it is too late, before you get burnt to ashes together with the rest..

It took only a short Finance Minister at that time to come out with a statement that he bought shares in the stockmarket only for his coffee money, that the whole market came tumbling down from it's peak, in January 1994. It went down and down and made severely worse by the regional financial meltdown in July 1997. Almost everyone lost money. It was a matter of whether you lost some or you lost all, together with your CD handbags and Ferragamo shoes..

Last night Papa asked: where are you now?

mama: I'm on the first step of a runaway train.

papa: why so?

mama: In the event that the train is about to runover a small stone on it's track, I'll be the first to jump out!!!
I'll catch the train again later when it is safer.

papa: stay safe, mama!

mama: we'll do. Pray to God, you ain't gonna see me do a repeat of the folly of 10years ago.

A First New Year's Posting.

So, eleven days into the new year and I've not put up any postings yet!

I better get started with at least one, before I get booted out of Kak Teh's listing at the Sentralstation...

I was trying to remain insanely focussed on my stockmarket trading due to a certain conviction, that whatever profit I make in this first month of 2007 will go towards the Malaysian flood victim's fund. I have been reading up enormous amount of texts during the end-of-year break, resulting in my back and forth strategy to corner the market.
I might as well made known to Tauke Saham Chap Ayam, Wise Ben, and Zen Trader that I've been snooping at their blogs too for assurance.

Meanwhile, I missed the opportunity to gossip about Dilla who is having a tough time in her career as an auditor. Auditors are an abused lot at the end-of-the-year peak period, and it so happened that this time it coincided with the Hari Raya Haji as well.

She was supervising the stock taking of mozarella cheese at Dom*n* on New Year's eve.
Bluek!
She vow to never eat Dom*n* pizzas again for as long as she can still remember the smell....
Poor girl.
And she had to be there in person to acknowledge among others, the number of fresh sharks' fins stock at an Internationally owned 5* Hotel on Hari Raya Haji!!..

Dilla: mama, they came in that triangular shaped fin, simply cut off from a live shark! How could we eat them.....

Great, give her some more stock taking duties, and my pencilthin daughter will soon convert to be a full pledged vegetarian.
And in no time she will be reduced to the size of a taugeh!

It's OK Dilla, you won't have to do all those 'back breaking' assignments anymore once you become a partner of the firm in 3 years' time,

Cannot, meh?!
Menager osso cannot?!
Aiseh, die lar like this!
gotto continue counting belacan, lor!..(in your mng suit and coach handbag???)....