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First Few Years.....

Come share my first few years............


When I was one...


Taken when I was one. I know there was a cake somewhere. In 1975, when my family and most Singaporeans still lived in kampung houses. I lived in Kampung Ubi, now known as Ubi Avenue. Like most of my peers, I cannot remember vividly life living in kampung, but I know I have pictures to remind me about how Singapore was in the seventies.

When I was two

Kiss me...well maybe not :) I was blowing out the candles, how was I to know that I looked as if I was going to smooch someone? At least I got the lips action correct, for blowing I mean. I must have been concentrating real hard hehehhehe....I cannot remember exactly how many single-aged-birthday party I had when I was younger. Now that I am older, I always complain to my friends I never had birthday party. I forgot I had numerous when I was younger. I must be getting old to forget them.

When I was three

Three years old. Don't know why I looked shocked here!! I know..I know... I never held a birthday knife before!! From my discussion with family and friends, I concluded that my third birthday fell on either Hari Raya Aidilfitri or Hari Raya Haji, that explained the goodies at the back. The Islamic calender is different from western calender. I wonder whose hand was that, guiding me on not to cut/damage the cake.




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