Sunday, September 28, 2008

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Wednesday, September 24, 2008

What happened to my kura-kura car?

Can you guess what happened to my kura-kura car?


Ee? How come my car cannot move de?


Alamak, tayar pomcet!


It is all your fault, stupid nail!


Here come the technician, Han!


Let me get the spare tayar


Jack up the car...up up up.


Faster..Andale Andale


Although I just taking picture, I got my finger cut. Sigh


Unscrew the tayar


Stubborn screw


Finally can take out the tayar..


Install spare tayar


Positioning

And done!

Sunday, September 14, 2008

What is my life?

I have been thinking what would I be in near future. You know, I am no longer considered as 'young adult'. What is my dream life?

I wanted to be a caring mother and lovely wife, with 4 kids perhaps. However, I was traumatized by some 'household photos' of my high school good friend who is a mother of two now. Man, baby converts you from 'girl' to 'auntie'. No no no, although I am a yellow, I don't want to be yellow-face-woman. Yet.

And then, I came across another high school classmate's sister's blog, man, she made it to FHM. I don't deny that I want to be featured there, just that my size doesn't fit. Even if my size fits, no reader would be interested in a married woman.

sigh. SIGH!

And now I am thousands of miles away from Mr.Yap. Definitely not my dream type of life.

L.O.S.T.

Friday, September 12, 2008

The perfect Kiasuism

I think I have totally blend into Singaporean Kiasuism culture perfectly. I am 9 months away (no, not from baby birth) from my graduation, and now I have started my job hunt.

NINE months!

I should worry about my assignment due next Monday instead of my job which due nine months later.

I think I am more anxious than an expecting mother.

Speaking of motherhood, suddenly my world is filled with babyies born.

Kingston, born Jan 08.


Eitan, born Aug 08.


Janelle, born July 08?


My younger cousin (who is 5 years younger than me I guess) is a mother of 3, since 2 years ago.

Is this another era of 'baby boomer'?

Please don't ask me when is my turn. Ask Mr.Yap.

He holds the steering.

(P/S: Welcome to the world, babies. You just added few angels to this world.)

Monday, September 08, 2008

Happy 24th, bro!

I can't believe it, Han is 24 officially! Wow, time surely flies because it seems was only yesterday that I wrote a 23rd birthday post for him.

We didn't had a big celebration, as usual. Ping is in Austin and Abu is enjoying her family reunion in Malaysia. Three of us, Old Bean, Pink Leo and the birthday boy guy went to Landry, a kinda posh restaurant, for a seafood dinner.



Seafood dinner in the middle of desert? Are we crazy?

Anyway, it was a fantastic dinner and the restaurant actually give a free dessert to the birthday guy.


Banana frozen.

Back home, I continued my Sex and The City season 4, where Han came to my room for a chat as usual. Hmmm... how can I watch SATC in front my little bro? Kinda like, not really appropriate though.

So I politely asked him out. He said:

Hei, I am 24 already!

Well, you know what? You know what?

You may be 24 or 48, but you are forever my little brother.

OUT!

Sunday, September 07, 2008

Fun-raising booth

Yesterday had been a crazy day for me. It started from 12pm that I arrived my office for evening's Minerpalooza where the International Ambassadors Program have a fund-raising booth.

Most parts of the preparation were done, I just need to get few details adjusted before the booth decorations starts at 4.30pm.

Finally, not too long of waiting, clock ticks at 4.30pm. The ambassadors start to pack my office that I have to bring all of them to the booth location in no time.

It was before the sun set, and our booth is just at the perfect strategic location...of having sun.

Everyone is melting and I don't have anything to cover up the booth, except my little hat and pathetic orange umbrella to cover 7 person at the same time.


After short time of setting up the booth, our booth looked like ready to snatch money.



Our service - to write and greetings in exotic foreign languages.

Ok, forget about the word 'exotic'.

Everything is perfect, except that we didn't generate any sales by the one and the half hours later. Man, We only have 6 hours for cash rush and quarter of them gone.

I was so panic, that I looked really bad...



It was so bad that I feel like killing someone.



Luckily, by the second hour, we did collected some tickets. That 'some' = 9 tickets.

Better than nothing.

For the rest of the hours, we didn't pack our ticket box full, but we packed ourselves with full of fun.







You know what, maybe it is not fund-raising event at all.

It is FUN-raising event.

And later that night morning at 2am, I reached home with exhausted body.

After a shower, I realize I can actually look good without makeup.



All you need is just the right angle to hide your rounded face+double chin+L-sized body.

No wonder photographer has a huge paycheck.

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

Grown up thing

It is hard not to deny that I am already a full grown up, although I would still like to be a little girl as much as possible. No worries, just play and eat and sleep. (Ya, no worry on gaining weight too!)

I have been quite lost in the past, regarding my future - career and life. It is easy to say : Do what you like. Work in a job that you like. But, my problem is, I don't know what I like actually. I know I like to sing, but being a singer is not really .... a feasible choice for me.

Do you have the same problem as mine?

Now that I am married, I keep planning my future path without any certainty. When to give birth? Do I quit my job to take care of my children? How to support them financially? Do I want to further study again? Where to work? Malaysia? Singapore? United States?

Thousands and millions of questions run thought my little brain umpteen times everyday.

One day when I am showering: What job should I take after my MBA?

Another day when driving I sink in deep thought (bad example, you should concentrate when driving): Do I go finance? Or entrepreneurship? I know I like management, but management is too broad.

Sometimes when I am sitting on the toilet bowl doing my 'business': Hmmm.... Should I go for people management? But I never had HR classes before!

Etc etc etc....

Few days ago, I have a sudden urge to message a friend whom I never contacted for the past 2 years. He used to be my close buddy that we hang out everyday in NUS. We had a little chat and I apologized for not being keeping in touch. I didn't know his father passed away 2 months ago and I feel guilty for not being there for him. He said something that made me feel better and enlightened me at the same time:

Well, that's life. As we grow up, we meet different people at different stages in our lives. That's unavoidable.


How true.

After a while of warm up, we started to talk like we used to do in NUS. I am glad that I am still able to chat with him like that. The old buddy-buddy feeling came back. Friends are always important to me, as well as family. Like my 'son' called me another day just to chat with me casually. It was a good feeling.

I have been suspecting there is a invisible guardian angel guarding me all the time. I am always lucky for the most of the time (except winning Toto). Never really experienced any harsh hardship before. Ah, I know. The guardian angel must be my family and my friends.

Although I am not born in a wealthy family, I do live a decent and comfortable life. When I came to El Paso to study MBA, everything is ready. Bedroom, car, cellphone, even textbook. Able to travel every year during Christmas. Abundance of clothing and shoes. Most important, supporting family. Old Bean is a typical Asian father that always hold a stern face and strict. Abu is a banana whom is a good example of East meets West-Chinese blood with Ang Moh thinking. Freedom and flexibility are what always practiced in my family. Even I talk bad about Abu in my blog, she never ask me to remove such post. Always welcome to express my thought.

Not every mother read blog and glue to YouTube.com by the way. Yes, she emails too. Isn't she a cool mama? Despite the fact that she is banana.

Old Bean always ready to give me some cool and steady advices, although most of the time I am not interested listening at all. He is a good role model of 'live till old, learn till old'. However, I still prefer to play games rather than reading at this age.

As for Han and Ping, so far they never give me any trouble, except always take my cute stuff without asking. Hello Kitty la, Cute toy la, nice decorative stuff la, all go to them.

And Mr.Yap, my typical boring engineer husband. It is ok that he remain boring as he is now, because he never stop me from searching for fun doing. In fact, he is very generous to let me go further study at overseas for 2 years. How many newly wed husband can do that?

I was playing game as usual last night, and someone not in my messenger contact list says hi to me, claiming he is my junior in NUS.

Hmmm...blame the grown up things, my memory is getting distorted. I don't remember who he/she is. Let's pretend it is a 'he'. We chatted a little while, and I was asking casually if there is a job lubang in his company.

And, bingo! It turned out that his company is my desired type of company. And they even have position in the location that I wanted. The next thing, I am preparing my application package although I am graduating on next May. Hei, influenced by Singaporean liao, must kiasu a bit.

When I think back about it, everything is so .... peculiar. One moment some stranger message me. Next moment I realize what I want to do after my MBA.

And he said he read my blog that's why he message me.

Wow, I didn't know blogging has such bonus advantage.

So the moral of the story: Always ask and be proactive. Opportunity is for people who are always ready.