The Last 18 Years - The Beginning

I know blogs will be boring without pictures...
But I don't really know how picture can fit into this story...
A story about a guy that thought he can do anything, but the truth is otherwise.
My English is just average, but my Chinese writing skills(just writing skills, I still prefer Chinese over other language) is even worst..so i am sticking with English.

I don't know how long or how many post this whole "story" will take...But i hope i can finish before the school year start(my school year..XD)

So, where to start?
Chapter - 1 The beginning...


I don't have any memory of my life in the first 5 years of my life.
But all of these are just story and tales, my parents and sibling tell me...

I was born on 26 January 1993, i don't know when...but that year, that day was the 4th day after Chinese New Year. And that pretty much sums up my life that year....

Then, my family moved to the United Kingdom to follow my dad, who is studying his PhD over there at the University of Leicester. So for the next 3 years, I stay there and endure the cold winters. The truth is i don't remember anything from those years, For me, those 3 years are just story my family tell me about...

Then Sometime during 1997, My family and I went back to Malaysia. The only thing i remember was a weird road sign that i saw on the road. Its a yellow triangle and got like red dotes on it.

We stayed in our old home, a single flooded house near to the mosque near UPM. It wasn't really big, i remember it had like 3 rooms i think.

I started my kindergarten in 1998 at...errr...Ai Xin Kindergarten (爱心幼儿园 ). I dont really remember a lot of my early childhood. I remember every morning my dad will drive me to the kindergarten and because my dad works early. I was always the first person to reach there. A 5 year old kid alone...LOL...I dont remember if the doors were already open or not. Beside that, I love to climb the steel bars in the small playground they have. I don't know if the kindergarten is still there or not, maybe they went bankrupt or closed after so many years.

Everyday after school, my grandmother will go and pick me up from the kindergarten and we walk back to her house to have lunch, this is what my sister told me. Personally, I don't remember.


After 13 years. I don't really remember if these story really happen or its just part of my imagination.....
That's the first 6 years of my life, my life before Primary, before Secondary, before Italy....