He, who mould me to what I'm now.

When I was small, I'm very very afraid of him.

When I heard his foot steps, I'll tremble in fright. Worrying that I've done something wrong that will make him angry.

I never dare to stand, or even move, when he ordered me to sit.

In my memory, he is the first person who taught me ABC.

Teach me what I should do, and what I should not.

My mum and dad both was illiterate, thus, he is he one who teach me and help me to revised my homeworks.

He is the one to go take my report cards... giving out name cards to teachers so that teacher can contact him if I did something wrong at school.

He is the one who forced me to do dictations. A very different kind of dictations.

He bought me story books and want me to memorize every single world and then write them out.

I dont remember how many storys have I memorize by heart...

When I was 4,  he taught me multiplication table.

Punished me by making me do sit-ups...

He brought me to his office and make me do homework there (he knew tat I'll go play if I wan at him without him around).

When I was 5, he bought me my first Children Learing Computer.

Those with word games, trivia, mathematics questions...

When I was 6, he brought me to Singapore. 

To me, it's my first trip oversea. XP

"Going to Brunei is not a trip"

When I was 7, he bought me Enid Blytons children novels.

Luckily, I need not to do dictations anymore.

When I was in my Primary 1, he will buy Primary 2's workbooks for me.

He say, like this can make me study better.

He send me to mental arithmatics classes to improve my Maths.

My first story telling competition is in 1997.

Title : The Rabbit and The Tortoise.

He was very happy when he knew that I was selected.

He brought me to his office and practise the story to everyone in the office.

He is the only parent that came to watch my presentation at ICC, Brunei. (mum need to look after my bro and dad is working)

I got number 2.

He framed up my certificate and hang it on the wall of the living room.

Year 1999.. my mum and dad moved back to Malaysia. 

My uncle wants me to finish my primary school in Brunei so i stayed there with him, but I missed my parents very much and always cry.. so after my Primary 5, he send me back too.

Since then, every year end, me, Yvonne and Hock Leong will spend our year end holiday in Brunei. 

The whole month there.

Many people ask me what did i do there.

My reply is : eat, sleep, shopping and watch tv.

After my SPM, I have a few months holiday.

I went to work in Brunei to accompany him.

Every friend told me that their working experince was tiring.

Mine... totally opposite.

It's very very fun... although the working hours are long... sometimes tring... but I really enjoyed it very very much.

I worked in a toy shop and lunch and dinner is provided...

He will cook soups and send it to me during dinner time... 

After work, he'll bring me out for supper.

Then back home watch tv and I'll tell everything happened on that day.

I started to know that I'm not afraid of him anymore.

Respect and afraid is different.

He is my second father.

He is the one who mould me to what I'm now.