tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246482362024-03-13T22:27:02.327+11:00pieces.of.mepieces.of.my.life.my.thoughts.my.ups.my.downs.my.family.my.friends.my.love.my.everything...yng.ynghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06056577487817681380noreply@blogger.comBlogger109125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24648236.post-63192620568423354222008-11-04T02:29:00.002+11:002008-11-04T02:44:32.728+11:00Awakened<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Someone told me,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">in order to succeed in this corporate world,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">for people like me,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">who does not come from a filthy rich family,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">or does not have any political connections,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I need to work my ass off.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Very true indeed, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and it somehow wakes me up.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This is the reality,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and I just can't get away from it.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Although I realise this long ago,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">but I was suddenly inspired to work my ass off, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">literally.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">From today onwards,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm gonna work hard and work harder.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm gonna be the first in and last out from the office.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm gonna stop job hopping,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">unless it is an offer from Goldman Sachs or equivalent.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Will I ever make it?</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span>yng.ynghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06056577487817681380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24648236.post-38226121438042791822008-08-27T22:30:00.006+10:002008-08-27T22:48:48.272+10:00Assertiveness<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">One day, I bumped into the CEO in the lift. I was the only one there and he stood right beside me as the lift was a small one. Being polite, I said, “Hi, Dato!” He replied, “Hi! How are you?” And I said, “Good.” And that’s it. There was an awkward silence after that until he reached 8th floor.<br /><br />Of course he doesn’t know who I was as I’m just a small potato. But I could have continued the conversation like asking him how was his day or at least talk about the weather. It’s not that I don’t know what to say. It’s just that I’m afraid that I’ll say something stupid or ask the wrong question.<br /><br />I’m always not assertive enough talking or behaving in front of my bosses. I know they would not eat me up even if I’ve said something stupid but I’m just too conscious of what they think of me or what I’ve said.<br /><br /><em>“Assertiveness is a trait taught by many personal development experts and psychotherapists and the subject of many popular self-help books. It is linked to self-esteem and considered an important communication skill.”</em> Source: Wikipedia.<br /><br />The lack of assertiveness is one of my weaknesses. This is what my ex-boss told me. I’m confident while talking to my peers yet not assertive in front of bosses. I always answer questions from bosses with questions and dare not voice out my opinion. It’s very true and it’s not something that I’m proud of.<br /><br />When will I ever overcome this?</span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239178280955536066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJAqbYI641XubGgNBBH5Zh4iCC0Kk3SBTYArxYmWw-Adc77kZ3pxklyUy6jhHzy-IM19PORZ87RIZ9mSF2HkjqB0EQyYGQ0AVmFQsi6AB11eBukcRvL3lRnR4eG7O3eO-V4olB/s400/cool-cartoon-82515.png" border="0" /><br /><div> </div>yng.ynghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06056577487817681380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24648236.post-8366278706224961382008-08-18T02:36:00.002+10:002008-08-18T02:56:44.607+10:00I’m back!<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Finally. I’ve left my first job. Why? I want to find my self-worthiness. I wanna do something more dynamic, more meaningful, more related to finance, learn more things and, most importantly, doing something that can help me find my self-worthiness. </span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The previous job: pay – not bad, benefits – very good, colleagues – good, boss – so-so, environment – good, facilities – good, job scope – bad! bad! bad! I didn’t like what I was doing. Maybe it’s because of my ego. Although part of the job scope is interesting but I can’t learn what I want. For now, I wanna find what I really wanna do. I’m still young and still <em>quite</em> fresh, I wanna take this opportunity to explore more things. </span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Some people say they wanna make more money when they’re still young. For me, money is not the only thing now, maybe because I don’t have any financial burden yet, so I’m lucky to do what I wanna do. I guess when I have found what I want and what I like, money will come too (hopefully). </span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It has been more than a week since I resigned. I will start my new job in September but I’m still looking around for other opportunities. Yeah, I’m greedy! I have been staying at home for more than a week and I’m bored already! I actually miss going to work. I thought I needed to rest and refresh myself before starting work but this holiday is too long. I finally felt the pinch of not generating any income. I have to think twice before spending. I just hope that September can come faster.<br /><br /></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235531243703523602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGxRwPz5ERv9Z_wLNPxOroiSBVwGYluj3Q3rV-ZMZDi5iUCnrwVOpLSghL1UB8kODMvJZM_iVbnjeit5V5Br93rvXR3Y0EPRLUEUBSN8-_F4tLmMCGP7IB0ywMiKGrTyqg69i_/s320/clip_image002.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div>yng.ynghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06056577487817681380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24648236.post-9784834161047994072008-05-18T03:48:00.002+10:002008-05-18T03:52:03.137+10:00I need...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A new lappie, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">new phone,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">new camera,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">new bag,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">new shoes,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">new clothes,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and most importantly,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A NEW JOB!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span>yng.ynghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06056577487817681380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24648236.post-58310993824619571552008-04-08T00:56:00.003+10:002008-04-08T01:01:26.857+10:00Monday blues<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My handphone's alarm rang at 6.30am.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I woke up wondering why the hell did it rang as I always set it to ring on weekdays only.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Soon I realise that weekend is over!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">How can???</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Don't you just hate Mondays? ;) </span>yng.ynghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06056577487817681380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24648236.post-37757901837749797352008-02-16T04:11:00.005+11:002008-02-16T04:26:34.226+11:00Valentine's flowers<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Here some pics of the flowers which my colleagues and I received on V-day.</span><br /></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167258049515530066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCKlO7AysMefFMmSx9sOktRRybnvb3JJcfO5NK5cUu7nd91EbM9oSewfJ1UBX7EiJdVdJg5pY34VySbHxGxvW94MfPfL64jkwSHgCv6wq3vuPxGLJe95CEVhrtTCa18kL7pJK0/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /> <div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This is my flower bouquet.</span></em><br /></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Nice or not? =)</span></em></div><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></em></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167257628608735026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3xHfV8abGS-bensghHg6804Xb_SDmi9m9XjNvdJLBX2RZBj5MAsSNz8ZhHXIrdEHKdecLsfTPL1YLHYYr-xkdxkHQ8zVo8FS75sMWXxz5B-sf-ChlmUj3rgmFE_m2HrXZoL6U/s320/DSCN1900.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This belongs to one of my colleague's, from her known admirer.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">The little teddy is so cute!</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></em></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167257637198669634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVhx1yM5wAPy7XXd2qtQoFPJcFOMEG_JEpqVZ_ejM4D2wRkOyzwVz586adt22qCuzLQ_8VVFT4ZqEAZThmUaZ5LJ1jlhwuZfIzolJ331F7D8xlo18MJM695eMACNYJQu_9ffne/s320/DSCN1906.JPG" border="0" /> <div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This belongs to my another colleague's, from a secret admirer. </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It's really a huge hand bouquet.</span></em></div>yng.ynghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06056577487817681380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24648236.post-69459717533141715872008-02-16T03:22:00.009+11:002008-02-16T04:06:07.766+11:00Lion dance in my work place<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">About an hour before I left my workplace today, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">there's an anouncement saying that there's lion dance at the lobby of my office's building.</span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Noone in my department seems to care about it.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Around 4.45pm, as I have packed my things and ready to leave the office, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I heard drums rolling and saw that two lions dancing their way to our floor.</span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We were delighted and surprised.... </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Apparently, the lion dance troupe went to every floor.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ok, maybe almost every floor cos there's 21 floors.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Here's the pics....</span> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167245688599651954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmqH-l8FlvFFwwzaao3flfmj9zmEDEYtZEAS855b2FL81lfWl1yRiUGSnAyvqqT8BhmGfopXa0KppHLzUqtIEUDGuPVy1YFHLTtTjKXVbYN4oPXD0VxKlUb7WWKMuybOHkEfgh/s400/Photo0036.jpg" border="0" /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;">The Lion is coming to wish everyone ‘Gong Hei Fatt Choi’</span></em></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167245692894619266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCnTeh-eiK2luP5KoF8viSbrv7P5pDLewOmOin6D6EOA6OKBPGtK-eln3zkZJPesxA6G-SHROyfE9PWPQM1ajG3QHvbYX3K89OKkGzY7ih7YAKPtD2J6ocmsqUt2IB1y-RkMoB/s400/Photo0037.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"> <em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;">Dancing its way to the Department Head’s table…. </span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"></span></em> </p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"></span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"></span></em></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167245697189586578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAlh5W7obE5tY9Jk90mUhYx99gziqTlWS1gK9L3jvA5A9evAasRMojKoii6Q3Q7mkT11cH2HtgSf1dFv7qT5hOJ6KGb7KR4paMNL5JydMmMcR_GPPb9IXW6ZD8NdFVI3_ccjyj/s400/Photo0038.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"><em>The cheeky lion still manage to pose for photos b4 reaching… </em></span></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"></span></em> </p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"></span></em></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"><em></p></em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167245705779521186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx-1nHiNIOUrJ7HEbJyneaGfvKZK3TaIXBs_8agxUwdkyPFTqFtzoo-7FS7bO2H4pJMhYDAboSnzzBRvNSLrzXDMJUWNaQd9bxtHfAzYp_6gKoLlcGu2mF0Txf0TIqM7ubp1nL/s400/Photo0039.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"> </em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"><em>The lion reached the dept head’s table and tastes the mandarin orange… </em></span></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"></span></em> </p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"></span></em></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"><em></p></em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167245705779521202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOPLfphvMC5KEikV2itpe572C-vnu-VxiF7GV0JrcIofwcJ8wQOqPi-Tmxp9-m1D116M17C-thZpaO6uu3WvIWd6DztIN86ME39pukN5PM1mL5x75aN0IyXq7VORXsai7OK_hI/s400/Photo0040.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">"</em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"><em>Yummmy.... The mandarin orange tastes good!"</em></span></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"></span></em> </p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"></span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"></span></em></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167249335026886418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf0SE10FFZhEE1eAwWaxkX8OAwAc1vXPtHqPxKVXLvaaqW1wQGEHpDCAOvE_yi3f6vBhVe3qPirEPh0uzDYCl9Owbj2gkoxnLVazaj-CUVK6lHmg35g2goBYw0eD_q0tWnOAym/s400/Photo0041.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"><em>The lion dancing its way again, this time to my table. </em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"><em>Meeting up with its twin lion on the way…. </em></span></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"></span></em> </p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"></span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"></span></em></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167246251240367826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw8wl508qtGt_pl6wunNQdZ-Ct0O7nCHpy012u7aVhJcB2bCULIEiA6cPl8r_Jn57SaUazjbgfWoNKRvwzFffZ_ChrPaGIYcZZawocLM5GGVLAsjZz5IY6uF8Rm6JZ6L_jnXvM/s400/Photo0054.jpg" border="0" /> The guy trying to lead the two playful lions.<br /></em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167246255535335138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglTvuZmVCyUOC8dszZOi3KHF6vAfXc5fmkQVmJeYuh0nVr5Nx1_zLph9eI8k-H09Hd1kZBCxtF0Zt-kyLLIlcE6a0qJh03uUyXZtmuohMLlQpt9iFNLeJjCzxGmsMzlSrNIeLp/s400/Photo0055.jpg" border="0" /> Finally, it found its way to my place to taste the orange. </em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"></span></em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"><em><br /></em></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167246255535335154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9BwHeMaGqgFnlIbdUKiGvluadqV3Wk7hF-5zN0DaMA7V3enE4gkfjw81zy00k2nUq9NjrM6j6_t1oKzMzGHGSJTt-h9Pw6c1B4iS4BkSFw-A-nIVRc4awvzDxm_4fLJ-0PFP1/s400/Photo0056.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="color:#993300;">Posing for photos again after tasting the mandarin orange. Poser… </span></em></span></p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167246259830302466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGxICPhaRpZetYca7lsG_xvLECTgwMQrS0arz7SJDcGzkED-bzkddfITANzIfNj0YVEY1jOOnr2fVbbhoGuj3DUQ-_ZpqlJ1y5DCbPEpgSNPn9YrWN4EMKqT-tvizBGMM-oTLv/s400/Photo0057.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="color:#993300;">The orange 'tasted' by the lion… </span></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></em></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This is my first time watching a lion dance inside an office =)</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></p>yng.ynghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06056577487817681380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24648236.post-8884820507784284942008-02-14T02:09:00.003+11:002008-02-14T02:26:13.197+11:00Gong Xi Fa Cai!!!<strong><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Happy Chinese New Year!!!</span></span></strong> <br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Wishing all of you a properous year ahead!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Apparently, the rat year is not good for the 'rats', so beware. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166484379876632162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifY3nF5CdoJtR7gFNp1nXFMidD3UNjvGhgIOjuutXMkzSsmv79PobCQM9fTZMq0z6k1-F_8UCDxH4aIWLZfJrSP1cFbDtfZnpVtzfhyphenhyphenQJldF7QP2FnmZSVO_SeHYXDV23eQPfv/s320/8658-002-46-1042.gif" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sorry that I did not update my blog often. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nothing much to update lately. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Except that I've been job hunting again. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Wish me luck!</span> </p><p> </p>yng.ynghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06056577487817681380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24648236.post-20564698955406139282008-01-20T20:04:00.000+11:002008-01-20T20:09:09.214+11:00I'm tired...I'm just tired of pleasing everyone...<br />My boss...<br />My colleagues....<br />My customers...<br />My friends....<br />My family...<br />My other half...<br />I just wish I could go to place where nobody knows me...yng.ynghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06056577487817681380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24648236.post-13415128767361950682007-12-17T00:31:00.000+11:002007-12-17T00:48:17.705+11:00All I want for Christmas is an...<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"><strong>iPhone</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144565399212654978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ggALTiOrmv09s-2962WWHPCJgWVoLoVKiJEaWkAhZTglYVaqTssc2XSMSBF0rTpAmQzEFnuZ4WHqYlnBCzX9oaPE5F4xNHJrba1XWQeFmIqz2riWUi3ppuQ-7ypwWXKMHOou/s320/apple_iphone_2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It's really really cool!!!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Anyone wanna make my wish come true??? ;P</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div>yng.ynghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06056577487817681380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24648236.post-74019547117372378932007-12-12T00:17:00.001+11:002007-12-12T00:32:04.321+11:00OMG<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I shook hand with Datuk Jimmy Choo yesterday!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Yes, the <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Jimmy Choo</span></strong> who make shoes that almost every girl couldn't resist.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">OMG, I'm still very excited that I met him in person and shook his hand.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">OMG, I actually shook the hand that made shoes for many celebs, including the late Princess Diana.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">He's actually very friendly and down to earth.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">On the other hand, when I got home and told my mum bout it, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">her reponse was <em>"hou ba bai meh"</em> (what's the big deal). </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My darling lagi worse, he don't even know who is Jimmy Choo. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Damn potong steam... </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span>yng.ynghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06056577487817681380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24648236.post-11455805149307652332007-12-10T01:37:00.000+11:002007-12-10T01:44:52.120+11:00Holiday mood!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm loving this December cos there's:</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sultan Selangor's bday on 11th,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hari Raya Qurban on 20th,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Christmas Day on 25th,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and New Year's day on 1st Jan.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I've also took leave on 24th for my Sg trip! =P</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span>yng.ynghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06056577487817681380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24648236.post-50724619921131640692007-12-03T02:31:00.000+11:002007-12-03T02:36:29.892+11:00Shopping time!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It's the time of the year again where there's</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">sale, <span style="font-size:130%;">sale,</span> <span style="font-size:180%;">sale!</span></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and I'll</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">spend, <span style="font-size:130%;">spend,</span> <span style="font-size:180%;">spend!</span></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I must control!</span>yng.ynghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06056577487817681380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24648236.post-91602880155789126182007-11-18T22:22:00.000+11:002007-12-03T02:37:03.950+11:00Sometimes I wonder,<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">whether my brain is just too lazy to remember things, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">or it chose not to remember certain things,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">or it has ran out of memory?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span>yng.ynghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06056577487817681380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24648236.post-76740844243281414032007-11-06T01:23:00.000+11:002007-11-06T02:00:15.206+11:001st DaY aT WorK<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I have FINALLY started work, after 3 months of holiday.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My office is in down town, so it's super jam-ed and I gotta wake up very early.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And it's conveniently located in a flood-prone area.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But there's lots of good and affordable food available there ;P</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Anyway, the nature of my job is bout marketing and sales, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">which is not really what I wanted,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">but people are making money from this line.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Anyway, I'm jobless for soooo many months and I have to start somewhere, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">so I'll just give it a try since the pay and benefits are considered good for a fresh grad.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">For the 1st month I will undergo training, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">they called it da honey-moon month.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Cos part of the training is conducted in a hotel's function room, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">where lunch and 2 tea breaks were provided by the company.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Those from outstation branches were arranged to stay at the hotel, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">all paid by the company too, for 1 whole month.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Too bad I'm not from outstation =( </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tak aci!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Both breakfast and lunch is the buffet at the hotel's coffee house. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Although it's not a 5-star hotel, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">with no fresh oyster or sashimi or hagen-daz ice cream, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">b</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ut the buffet is quite ok lah.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So after 1 month, I'll be gaining more weight. Die!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">From my previous experience, when companies treat u so good, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">they will have lotsssss of work for you coming up.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'll have some examsssss at the end of the month after all the training.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hopefully I'll pass, or else I have to pay for retaking.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So, wish me luck =)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span>yng.ynghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06056577487817681380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24648236.post-16151076101627837602007-11-01T00:55:00.000+11:002007-11-01T01:26:22.953+11:00Iced Lemon Tea<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I ordered an Iced Lemon Tea from a kopitiam.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Then, the waitress asked, "你要热的还是冷的 ICED lemon tea?"</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I was stoned.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I was confused.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And tried not to laugh at the same time.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Or maybe there's something new in town called </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">hot-iced lemon tea and cold-iced lemon tea??? o_O</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span>yng.ynghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06056577487817681380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24648236.post-3063999859981083502007-10-26T04:09:00.000+10:002007-10-26T04:30:04.907+10:00Nightmare<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It was day time.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I was driving along a straight road, alone.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">A car was parked at the road side. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Then, I saw passengers getting down from the car.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It was a big family, adults and children.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">They were crossing the road. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Therefore, I slowed down my car to let them cross.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Some of them crossed half way and stood in the middle of the road, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">waiting for cars on the next lane to stop.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Before I could stop my car completely to let the whole family go across, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">a little boy suddenly fell down on his back and my car just went over him.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Two girls, who were crossing the road, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">saw the boy, got a shock and fell down too. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My car also went over the two girls.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I was so frightened that I woke up, realising it was just a nightmare.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span>yng.ynghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06056577487817681380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24648236.post-23904630099799105232007-10-19T22:53:00.000+10:002007-10-19T23:17:08.137+10:00Life is a journey full of tests<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">At school, they test you.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">At uni, they test you.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">At interviews, they also test you.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">At work, your employer test your performance.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Not to forget, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">in your every day's life, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">God is also testing you.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Test your patience, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">test your integrity,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">test your faith,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">test your courage,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and so on...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And I'm sick of all these testssssssssss.....</span>yng.ynghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06056577487817681380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24648236.post-21819609861395904802007-10-11T02:11:00.000+10:002007-10-11T02:23:04.004+10:00Little make-up tips for you<p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Girls, just wanna share with you what I learnt from my recent make-up class: </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Foundation: </strong></span></p><ul><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">After applying your moisturizer, apply a make-up base before applying any make-up so that your make-up will last longer. </span></li><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">If you’re using powder, always apply concealer before powder. </span></li><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">When choosing a concealer, choose a shade that’s one shade darker than your skin colour so that the spot that you’re concealing wouldn’t turn grey-ish. </span></li><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">After applying powder foundation, use a brush to dust away excess powder so that you’ll look more natural. </span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Eyebrow:</strong> </span></p><ul><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Using your pencil, start drawing from the middle of your brow until the end. Then, brush your eyebrow pencil against an eyebrow brush and use the brush to draw the beginning of your brow. It’ll look more natural. </span></li><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">If you forgot to bring your eyebrow pencil with you, you can always use a dark brown (depends on your hair and eyebrow colour) eye shadow to draw your brow. </span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Mascara:</strong> </span></p><ul><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Always use the eyelash curler before applying mascara. </span></li><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">If you wanna use fake lashes, always curl and apply mascara before sticking on the fakes. Don’t curl or apply mascara on the fakes, you’ll damage them. </span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Lip:</strong> </span></p><ul><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">After applying lipstick/gloss, don’t press your upper lip against the lower lip. Instead, use a lip brush to apply or to even out the lipstick/gloss. </span></li><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">To make your lip colour last longer, after applying your lipstick, apply some powder foundation over it and then apply your lipstick again. </span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Have fun! =)</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></p>yng.ynghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06056577487817681380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24648236.post-9681091246609908802007-10-09T23:08:00.000+10:002007-10-09T23:12:10.794+10:00Frustrated!!!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My mobile phone service provider sucks!<br />My broadband service provider sucks too!<br />It makes me wanna flush my phone and lappie down da toilet!!!<br />But of course I’m not that stupid.<br /><br />I’m not gonna pay my bills and I wanna sue them for providing such lousy services!!!<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Ok, I’m finished with my rants, ignore me…..</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span>yng.ynghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06056577487817681380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24648236.post-45022958516640876662007-09-11T18:38:00.000+10:002007-09-11T18:38:34.671+10:00Graduated finally!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">At last, I get to attend my graduation ceremony.</span><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I didn't get to do it for my bachelor's.</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Finally, I attended for my master's.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108856516458312098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj43h8nrXvtI_mHdNfLtD6DpyY0-sUbKpakfTDoxj7_IXExejZadxHROBKHOJh-AF7Ue01HPJXoC9rlc_qHlYb7wuVVaD2G22D-QrRbKW7Rr8egeHQ7WljDWsBNl4t1LBuU43LD/s320/DSCN1607.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The graduation ceremony marks the end of my student life, officially.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nevertheless, it also signifies the beginning of a new phase of my life - working life!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I hope my journey of job searching can end soon though.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">More pics of convo on my multiply.</span></div><div> </div>yng.ynghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06056577487817681380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24648236.post-47456085435727725292007-09-11T18:16:00.001+10:002007-09-11T18:31:32.394+10:00Happy Belated Birthday 2 Me!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Haha...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I was too busy and lazy to update my blog.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm 23 already!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">So old man...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm still trying to accept the fact that I'm in my 20s.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I don't wanna grow any older.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">If only I can freeze time...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Anyways, my birthday wish for this year is to get a <strong>JOB</strong>!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm still very much UNEMPLOYED!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I just want a job with good pay, good prospects, good benefits, good boss, good colleages, good environment, good facilities, good location... =P</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Is that too much to ask for? ahaha... </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Can anyone make my wish come true?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Oh, not to forget, thanks for all da wishes =)</span>yng.ynghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06056577487817681380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24648236.post-75067318213887358002007-08-31T01:12:00.001+10:002007-08-31T01:48:12.622+10:00Sempena Hari Merdeka...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This song brings back memories from high school.</span><br /><br /><p align="center"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f7_pMl4rO-4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Happy</span> <span style="color:#ffcc00;">50th</span> <span style="color:#cccccc;">Merdeka </span><span style="color:#ff0000;">Day!!!</span></strong> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">And happy holidays!!! =)</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">A Merdeka's Joke:</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">On 31 August 1957, Tunku Abdul Rahman shouted <em>"Merdeka! Merdeka! Merdeka!"</em>, some Cantonese folks thought that the prices of rice has dropped! (米跌价) ;P</span> </span>yng.ynghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06056577487817681380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24648236.post-38894480353111493692007-08-20T23:45:00.000+10:002007-08-20T23:56:30.738+10:00Flames to dust<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">When the flames are turning into dust,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">will you try your best to save the flames?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Or will you let flames turn into dust and build another fire?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">What if you've saved it but it's turning into dust again,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">will you save it again and again?</span>yng.ynghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06056577487817681380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24648236.post-42831264888486566952007-08-17T23:54:00.000+10:002007-08-18T00:00:42.743+10:00Quote of the day<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">" Everywhere I go,<br />I would always find myself looking out at the window,<br />wishing I were somewhere else..." </span></span><br />- Angelina Jolie<br /></div>yng.ynghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06056577487817681380noreply@blogger.com0