Car Sera Sera

Hi, everyone. For some of you who already know, I have a funny story about my car. On Friday morning, I drove with Ian to the Engineering multistorey carpark to attend my final presentation. Weraing a suit and it looked like rain, I thought it a good idea. It took us a while to find out that all day parkers had to go to the top of the building. Luckily enough, my turn was in the afternoon and we left early morning. The presentation was the least of my worries. I didn't screw up, so it was okay. And at 5pm, my friend wanted a ride to chadstone to get the selling-like-hot-cakes-only-ten-units-in-the-whole-of-victoria-left hard drives from Officeworks. The plan was to have dinner with Life Group at Monash Palace at 6pm before going to half night prayer, and just as well I can pick up Bryan who lives at Chadstone for dinner. Two birds with one stone. So far so good. Good thing I parked my car nearby so I can make it, doing so many things, plus driving to the city would be cool.

After a long-winded intro, I shall get to the point.

As it turned out, my car battery was flat. No lights went on.

Befuddled, I opened my bonnet and went out to check the battery, only to realise I locked myself out of the car.

So...yes...very interersting. In my suit, quick call to Joab to bring extra keys (which was another interesting story) but he was too busy to cry with me like Job's three friends so he left me all alone, dinner plans cancelled, some emergency pleas across Clayton for transport to HNP, 4 paus for dinner, boy...that was a long night. Well, thankfully Eleanor had an empty car.

ha ha er...the story did not end there.

I don't know how I did it, but I managed to persuade my hosuemate to drive to my car the following day to jump start my car with Keith's cables. For some strange reason, the starting power was too weak, but thankfully the engine finally started. Impossible and against all odds. Hallelujah!

Now here's where I hope my housemate doesn't read my blog.

I turned the engine off.

No complex mathematical formula or physchoanalyst who is able to read minds can ever guess why I did that. But after that, I couldn't turn my car on again. No lights. The last of the battey juice was used for that one final spark. Later, we found the cable was broken. Melted, probably. My housemate thought my car engine died, so I gave him the benefit of the doubt. So, we cannot jump start the car anymore.

So, in conclusion, my car is left there to rot and experience thermal shock. I am carless and unable to help out anywhere, so I became a useless duck. But, still, I think as I sit on the porch, watching my children's children play, my hair old and gray, to myself I will always say...

Why did I ever turn my engine off?

Narnia Night Sadness

Hello, not a very faithful blogger, I am. Plus, my new computer doesn't have Flash innit. Lost my installation disk, and still yet to try out other programs like Photoshop.

Anyway, I decided to vamp up the craziness. Now I'll be talking about my sad painful memories. Let's begin four years ago, in a CCM event called Narnia Night.

I came dressed half naked as Mr. Tumnus the faun. (Pity it wasn't half night prayer). My costumes are always improvised. Amazing what a wooly trousers, orange towel and umbrella can do. And stick some cardboard on my ears and butt, and voila, half man but all nice!

As I sat down amongst strangers, then I heard a lady come up and tell a story. She said she was C. S. Lewis' granddaughter, and the little girl called Lucy in the Chronicles of Narnia was inspired by herself. And i was like.........

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Wah! So cool! A real life non-fictional celebrity! You couldn't imagine how thrilled I was. Not to mention, she strongly resembled the little actress who played Lucy in the first Narnia movie.

Of course I won first prize for the costume, revealing as it was. From then on, I became an avid costumer, dressing up as superman, popeye, a star warrior, a nerd, a Japanese school prefect, a bumblebee, and a mafia bookie with a cardboard tommy gun.

However, I finally realised that that lady, who was none other than Aunty Daisy, was not who she said she was. She was play-acting.

I believed her story for like about a year.

So...yeah.

I cried that night.

Okay, maybe not, but I was sad. Sad and gullible. But still very sad.

Even up until now the pain still has not healed.

Weh...

Let's Go Dunkin'

Gone are the old men and women and the newborn babies have come.

Baptised in the Mordialloc sea are Yong Pin, Matthew, Isaac, Jin Tat, Victoria, Bryan and Janine. Also indirectly but not totally immersed are Jason and Ian Song, and myself...

Baptism At Mordialloc

On with my crazy life, people!

We had baptisms for our three LG members: Bryan, Matthew and Peanut. Also joining in the fun were Victoria, Janine (owes her boyfriend), Isaac (who is also Wendy), and Jin Tat, and a whole lot of other people who did not get wet, except for maybe Jason and Ian Song, who were the Baptisers. (Batman theme song...deng deng deng deng...baptisers...)

Why don't they put in a music symbol on these Qwirky QWERTY keyboards?

Me? Oh, I got wet too. I actually jumped into Mordialloc Sea to take good pictures of our baptis-sees immersed in the sub-zero temperature ocean. If I stayed in there any longer, my toes will fall off. Of course, I was the silly one wearing nothing but a T-shirt and salt-water-soaked swimming shorts in the 10 degree below weather. That's just asking for a beating from the swine flu bug (which is not a pig or an insect, curious).

To and back, my car was christened "The Weird Mobile" after having Samuel Tan, Yu Wan, Fawn and Kenneth with me. It was fun, good training the next time I have kids who can't keep quiet in the back.

Will add my super long baptism video soon, shot live at the venue.

Fellow Sheep Together

My 'first times' always end up like this, i don't know why.

'New' Old Car

On the plus side, i do get to buff up my arm muscles...