Myself

Well..........that's me in the photo......dun look like 21 years old hor? Anyway, I AM 21 years old and I have a 17 year old sister and a 7 year old brother. Kind of a big gap between me and my brother........but I am getting on fine with him..... :). Have 2 very loving parents who although often scold me but still getting on fine with them. I feel very fortunate that the Lord put me into this family.

History
Ya.......this is the boring part.......dun know who would read this part except for maybe my girlfriend(if I have one) or close friends of mine. But they should know already..... Anyway, just to make this webpage complete I shall blab on.................and on....... Well, from what I know......*corny* I was born in Kandang Kerbau Hospital which I think most of U were. That time my father was in the army still as a regular. (well he just finish his service.......while I just started mine!!.....argh!!) so he stayed in Seletar Air Base at Jalan Kayu. It was given to him cos he is a regular. So I stayed in this ulu place for about 1-2 years (the house is still there!) and moved to Ang Mo Kio to live in a 3 room flat. I lived there for a few years until about Pri 1 age. Dun remember much about that place though then we went to Bedok Reservoir to live.
It was a masonette on the 4th floor........ I liked that place cos I always went to the next block nearby to play with the kids there........We played soccer in the void deck and marbles.......so fun!! still remember my friends there...Luther, Kenneth....... See them now and then too.....Anyway, I remembered there was one time I went with my grandfather to the Econminimart a few blocks away to buy things....... I had to buy a papercutter for my art project and I accidentally cut myself with the papercutter when I wanted to use it to open the raisin box that I just bought too. The blood flowed tremendously fast. It was like dripping to the floor like a tap. Guess I struck the artery. Anyway, it was then that I realised I had phobia to blood. I was getting giddy and fainted as I was walking up the stairs to our house. Luckily, my grandpa was there to support and carry me in or else that would be the end of me ......down the stairs I go..........

Well, when I was about 10-11 years old I moved house again to the present house which is in hougang area. It's a corner terrace house with a basketball net. (made it with my dad) This time I was much older and could remember more things. It was this time that I was taking my PSLE. My father had to migrate to Taiwan to set up a branch of the company there so he went off in June with my sis and mum while I had to stay back. I still remembered I cried cos I miss them. Anyway, I had to carry on with my PSLE first. I stayed with my cousin Joshua for that 1/2 year in the glasgow house. Suprisingly I didn't think much about them after I see them off the airport. All I knew was to study hard and to do well. My teacher helped me a lot. I still remember my form teacher also my science,english and maths teacher, Mrs Ang and my chinese teacher, Mrs Kok. They are the most dedicated teachers that I ever known and if it is not for them I would be nothing now. They taught me what hard work was. Everyday I had at least 10 homework and 14 for each day during the weekends.( I still have the diary) I never worked so hard b4 in my life until now! They drilled me day and night on my work and finally I did very well in my PSLE. But my poor teachers..........imagine the amount of homework they had to mark........they came in with eyebags everyday!!.....I really owe it all to them.