This photo is taken on a family vacation trip to Australia in Feb 1997. The boy beside me is my younger brother. (Don't I look gorgeous. Ahem.....) More Photos

Introduction

         I got this name (Fabian) not knowing beforehand what it means but later I found out about its meaning and realize that it is indeed what I am. The name Fabian has a definition in the Oxford Dictionary. It is defined as a strategy deployed in wartime using cautious slow strategy to wear down opposition; avoiding direct confrontation. In fact, there is even a Fabian Society, according to the Oxford Dictionary (click on my name to find out more). I'm a pure Malaysian-born-Chinese (and am proud to be one) living in this part of the world for 25 years of my existence. However, I have quite a few encounters where people asked me whether I'm a Chinese, or more specifically whether I'm a pure Chinese. Maybe due to the fact that I have bigger than average eyes (for a Chinese) and not-so-fair skin that people mistook me for a non-Chinese.

         I come from a mid-sized family having only one younger brother (which is more than enough. Trust me, he's more than a handful). His name is Samuel and he's 6 years my junior. He's studying in one of the local colleges in Subang Jaya. My parents are running a laundry business. Business is pretty good but it requires long hours.

 

Going Back A Few Years:

         If you have visited this page sometime back. I was still in varsity. Now, I have finally graduated from my tertiary education in the National University of Malaysia (Universiti Kebangsaan Malaysia, UKM). I was pursuing my studies in Information Technology majoring in Information Science. Iniatially, three years seems like a long time to me but boy was I wrong. Semester came and went, before you knew it, the next round of exams would be just round the corner. I have my times in the 3 years of varsity life. It wasn't spectacular but it has its moments. Now that I'm off it, it's history and would be 'archived' in my memory.

         Before I entered UKM, I did my pre-u (Form 6) in Sek Men Sultan Abdul Samad in PJ. They said that Form 6 would be the tougher years in your quest for the ultimate wisdom. By comparison, it was the toughest path to take en route to higher education. However tough it was, I never regretted going through it as it redefine hardship and friendship for me. All the hardship and the uncertainties of satisfactory results to enter local varsity paid off in the end.

         While I was in UKM, I was staying out (Read: Independence). I was staying in Kajang during the semesters and I would be home in Subang during the weekends or during breaks. Apart from the convenience of staying near campus, it also gave me the chance to be independent and be responsible for my actions. I have more time and freedom for myself but no hanky-panky during my 3 years in varsity. Staying out also brought the chef out in me, I cooked quite often as I have gotten tired of outside food. A simple homecooked meal would, most of the time, taste better to me than any takeaway.

 

NOW!!!:

        I am finally out in the 'ocean' to swim among the sharks, learning things that you don't get to learn inside the familiar 4 walls aka lecture hall or classroom. To be 'alive' among the 'sharks', you need to know what is your destination and you 'swim' faster than the 'sharks' going the same direction. Be the first to be at your destination. It's survival of the fittest.

        Just a while back I graduated again, but this time it's not any conventional degree, masters or doctorate. I graduated from Asiaworks Leadership Programme.

        At the moment, I am working in Data Resources, located in Phileo Damansara I, PJ. I am an IT Support Executive in the company. I'm enjoying this job and learning the ropes in the real world. Basically, I'm supporting the clients who are using our application. At the same time, I'm also in charge of in-house maintenance. Can't tell you too much, or else I would have to shoot you... Bang!!! Oooops! That's a misfire... Did I not miss???

 

My Dream:

         For those who knew me long enough would know that I like cars a lot (A lot means A LOT!!!!). Whenever my car "catches a cold", I would "prescribe the appropriate medication" to fix it whenever I can. So far I have managed to cure most of the 'coughs' and 'hayfevers'. For me, speed thrills. Imagine barreling down the road at 200+ mph. You're inches off the ground. And.... OK OK I'm dreaming again. But seriously, which macho man doesn't like cars, fast cars to be exact? I always wanted to be a professional race driver but as you should know that a dream would always be a dream unless you do something about it. One thing I found out being a motorsport fan is that most professional race driver have one thing in common, they started by driving go-kart as early as 7 year-old or even younger. I'm not exactly younger. Actually older than some lucky sons of a gun driving a F1 speed demon as I am typing this boring little passage about my dream... So anyone wanna sponsor me in my quest to the pinnacle of motor racing?