What I want to talk about today is something I hold very dear to my heart, my family.
I was brought to this world on the 22nd of October 1987 as a 6 pound one month premature baby. Look at me now, certainly not handicapped by it. We are a foursome family, dad, mum, elder brother and me.
My father with a bit of graying hair is touching 50 this year. Unlike many of his contemporizes he is a picture of health and vitality. He is a dentist. I admire his dedication to his patients and work. He strives to deliver the best care to his patients. During my standard six year, I came to realize that I was one of the few who didn't attend any tuition at all through out the primary years. My brother and I didn't attend any tuition at all with help from my mum; my dad as our only tutors. I remember ˜han yu pin yin' or Chinese phonetics was the one that we struggled through most. Though my father is a strict disciplinarian he can be jovial and caring at the same time. Being a keen photographer, he has compiled a photo biography of my brother and I. It never fails to amuse me to browse through my childhood photos. Imagine me, holding my milk bottle in a pram, struggling to take my first step in life, looking puzzled in my school uniform on the first day of school and blowing the increasing number of candles on my birthday cakes.
My mum is a dentist too. Being a working housewife she tries very hard to be a good homemaker. She is an adventurous cook, and she is good. On our dining table the spread can range from Nyonya, Malay, Chinese, Thai, Western and Indian. The mere talk of it makes me hungry. Gardening is her favourite pass time and she is blessed with green fingers. She constantly coaches me to be a good person and a lady. To me she is the most beautiful person in the world. I admire her continuous quest for knowledge. She is presently doing her post graduate program in University of Sydney.... Continue Reading