That was me in the sofa, a quiet little boy. My flair for languages was discovered by my mom at about this age: I "invented" a language myself. What for? To communicate with myself. My mom asked me why I didn't give it a name, I didn't tell her at that time cause I thought the answer was very clear - There was no need to. I wouldn't talk to anyone in that language except myself, so why the fuss of naming it?

I have many brothers and sisters, but we've never lived together. (I do remember my eldest sister lived with me once when I was in the kindergarden, but it's some fainted memories) Mom and Dad went to work on the first half of the day, then social gathering on the other. Seeing them was really a luxury, not to mention talking with them.

My parents never let me go out with anyone, not until I was in the 9th grade. Every day, at home, my maids and me. I wouldn't ever talk to them. I thought they were weired - how could they stay in the house from dust till dawn but never got bored?

I was a very famous explorer in the family. (They called me Hoi-hoi) I explored the jungle on Monday. Then on Tuesday, I went up to the space, saving the earth from an Alien Invasion. On Wednesday, I dived deep into the sea where nobody had ever reached. And, I did it all on my own, on my tricycle...

...I knew every corner of the house better than anyone. I still remember the patterns on the wallpaper... and my tricycle...

• introduction
• my childhood
• my mom
• my dad
• in between the years...