Memories

I would like to say sorry to my blog reader who do not understand English as i posted Chinese blog few days ago. Sometimes it is hard for me to type my feeling in English. You all know la, I'm chinese educated, obviously my Chinese will be better. If you need translation, please click here. Although it is talking bullshit after all, but then better than nothing mah. I think you can understand around 10% of the whole post. No need to rub your eyes, you have no eyesight problem. I tried that website already, the result came out is like shit!! If I'm not translating what i had wrote, i don't even know what it is fucking about.... It is better you ask someone who have chinese background to translate for you.

I read most of my friend's blog. I saw most of them posted about their life during primary and secondary school. Some of them even reported thier life since they was a baby. I don't know it is coincident or already takdir... I found pictures of mine which was taken when I'm still a innocent kid. Some of the pictures are funny, and this makes me decided to share with my friends. And at the same time I can show off how cute I was. Now I'm no longer a cute guy already.. haiz.. who ask me become a handsome guy liao leh? ~Aiyo, give face a bit and stop vomiting ok?

I think that I'm a lucky guy. My dad is the eldest son of my grandparents, and me is the eldest son of my parents. So, i'm the "jiong zi dik siun",which means the first male child of a first male child in a family. Complicated? Ask your mom la. I don't know how to explain already. Conclusion is..... male grandchild la. Just because of this, my grandmom and aunties was so sayang me. For example, my name was given after a fortune teller counted my time of birth("bat zi" in cantonese), i will have present in cash of RM50 during birthday, etc... And this not happen on the lesser lucky one, my elder and younger sister. Really tong yan nge tong mang.

Ok, fai wah siu gong, let's start the story about myself...
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I also don't know who is this until my mom told me that it was me.

Really fat till can cut some part to cook bat kut teh liao.

My sister and me, in my uncle's weeding dinner.

I don't know why i worn like a waiter while my sister was like a princess.

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I'm not sure wheather I "banana addicted" or inimical with banana.

Got one sure got two.. got two? Sure got no more left la.

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My lovely tricycle was sold to a "anneneh" liao.

But uncle Ford still available, wanna have a ride?

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Chew: "take off your hand, ham sap lou!!

Dont't you try to kiss me, ham sap poh!!"

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Family photo taken at Genting Highland.

Ah Yng? She was still in the form of sperm and ovam.

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Who said I'm fat since I was small?!

I also got thin before leh.

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Chew Chew and me.

My mom want to wear our pants parallel to our nipples but she failed to do so.

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Me at Padang Merdeka.

But I not able experience the feeling of stepping on the grass cause the barrier was too high.

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My cousins and me during CNY.

I think my younger sister was the cutest amongst them.

Of course la.. took photo with SOME monster woh.

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During my sister's birthday.

My clothing was like going to sleeping or just woke up.

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A-Famosa... Trip to Melaka seems like wasting my time.

I also don't like to see walls and cannon one.

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At the birtday party of Chew Chew and me..Dad and mom want to save cost ma... The person beside me was one of my best friend during primary school. Very unlucky we lost contact after we entered into secondary school.

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The time when we cut cake and blew candle before wishing...

I don't know whether the guy never cut cake before or never take picture before.

He put so much effort and stand between us and hold the plastic knife with my brother.

Notice that my cake was bigger than my brother one? And do you notice only I have angpau? This is so called discrimination/bias/different between jiong zi dik siun and his brother.

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My younger sister's birthday party...

I damn nge song for being woke up by my mom.

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Finish blowing candle hor?

I go bank and sleep first. Good night.

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I start my study life when I was in 5 years old. I still remember that I was a dai ham sap when I'm still a kid. Everytime aslo cried like hell just because of small small thing. But this method really got affect woh, all the people aslo will feel sympathy to me and sayang me. If not why i use that method for several years ar?

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This story ended at Standard 2.....

One day, I scolded by one of my friend who cannot tolerate anymore. She used that pei si face and say: "you really memper-siasui-kan.. really useless.. know nothing except crying.." Since that day, I swear to myself that i won't simply drop tear anymore. And i finally realised the side effect after few years............ I became cold blood liao. I dun even have feeling when watching a drama which have a extreamly sad story. The female family members used the tisu like her father is producing tisu paper or having a business of specialised in selling tisu paper..

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The time when I was in kindergarten...

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Graduation photo. That time I dun even know why they want to take my picture. I thought they gonna send my picture to model company.. makes me cannot sleep well for few nights..

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My stingy father bought me a simple and small cake during celebration of my birthday in kindergarten. Lucky I had fought for that.. Otherwise what I'm cutting was swiss roll liao.

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The birthday stars taking photo together. Do you notice the little monster standing beside me?

It was Khian Foo.. And Alex was standing at the last row.

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Sijil berhenti tadika yang kurang bernilai.

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As other students, I entered primary school in 7 years old. I still remember that how my parent brought me into the class:
When I first day went to kindergarten:

~My dad bring me to a seat and then say bye bye to me.
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When I first day went to primary school:

~My mom stood outside the class and asked me go in myslef. After that say bye bye..
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When I first day went to secondary school

~My dad's car parked at opposite the school and ask me go in myself. This time no bye bye.

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Class photo in Standard 1. The class which get the award of "dirtiest class" for 35 weeks.

Class photo in Standard 3. The youngest class in morning session and get the award of "cleanest class" for 35 weeks. Really regret to enter this class.. Because all the student in this class was pandai-pandai belaka.. I totally cannot compete and only can get 47/50 in the kedudukan. Sad...

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Time passed so fast and I was already in secondary school.....

During Form 3.. Nothing to comment about.. Just want to tell my class teacher: "sei ham sap lou, balik kampung tanam jagung la!!"

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Final year in secondary school.. I seems like half awaken like that..

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My first and second job during Form 4 holiday and after SPM respectively was at Aktif Lifestyle Store which is not longer exist liao..Why? Gulung tikar liao la.. Everyday kena cursed by the us when passby outside the building, no matter how good business aslo no use la.~You believe it ar? If we have such power, I already passed all my ACCA papers la..

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The lady in green colour T-shirt was our assistant manager. She was totally a different person during and after working hour. Damn scary when saw her in the shopping floor.. She changed from a lion to a cat after working hour. If she is good friend of you after working hour, don't think you will safe when you did something wrong in front of her. She will definitely no gice face and scold you in front of thousand of customers and staffs. (Note: her voice was loud enough untill the whole Plaza OUG can heard it even she didn't use microphone.)

What I wonder sometime is, am I from SMK Desa Perdana or SMK Sri Sentosa? You know why I think like that? Because my close friends now are all from SMK Sri Sentosa. I'm like a Alien when go out with them. But this group of "human from the Earth" treating me so good!! Nevertheless, I will aslo never forget the friends of mine in my secondary school who also treating me as good as the "human from the Earth"... Wish friendship forever..


p/s: I realised I'm not that cold blooded. I felt so sad when my grandpa passed away.. I thought I can tahan the tears.. but at the end, I failed to do so...