Introduction - my First 5 Years

Hi

I am starting this blog to have my say and maybe leave my thoughts for anyone who cares.

I am a father of three - 2 girls (Claire and Caroline) and a boy (Paul).

I was born in Singapore in the old Youngberg Hospital - near the Mount Vernon Columbarium. The doctor that put me in this world was Dr Tooth. When I was young and my parents drove past the hospital I awlays imagine the hospital like some horror movie.

When I was 1 year old , my Dad had to be posted to KL, so me and my sister had to "migrate for 5 years in Pertaling Jaya. Till today I ways have this attachment to PJ as I grew up there and fond memories are always with me.

Once, I remeber showing off to a neighbour that I could cycle my tricycle like a "pro". Like a 3 year old I showed her that I could cycle backwards!!. I remember my dad was preparing satay for a party - boy I remember we had big parties with many "stars" from the Malaysia Movie industry as my Uncle Jackie knew them through his horse racing circles.

Back to my cycling - I cycled backwards and then the back wheels caught the drains and I fell backwards and hit my big head at the concrete steps. So hard I hit it that the concrete broke off. (Till today, the current family staying a the old house , the step had the part of the concrete the fell off)
Of course I scream like hell, till today I remember my dad carried my to look for my mum, and told her I fell. Then, my dad realised why his hand is all wet. Then , really hell broke loose, I had a 2 inch cut at the back of my block head. They rush me to the PJ hospital, and the doctor just sewed my without any anethestic, boy I still remember the pain.

My parents begged the doctor that I don't have to stay in the hospital, but me taken care at home. Big mistake, as when I slept on the sofa that afternoon, I fell off it and had a big lump on my forhead.
Just imagine the stupid look of having a big lump on ht eforehead and a big bandage at the back. Must be the nest custome for the year. Well, till today I show my kids of the where the cut is on my head. My wife tells me that maybe by falling down, I am so "ding -dong" (My wife nickname for me)

Times at KL was always fun, so much so that even the fresh milk - the magnolia one , in the triangle packaging - was delivered to the house door step. Once, I being so fickle told my mum one moment I wanted the milk and the nest minute said no. Then I decided I wanted it the delivery man forgot to pull his hand brake and the van move into and fell into the drain. I was quite a devil then.

I also remember my relatives from Singapore came to visit, afer visiting my aunty who was a nun staying at Segamat. My mum will always ask me and my sister to collect cow dung at the back of my house. The trails of a young boy. Sometime reading the Lat comics - does bring back the memories of staying in KL.

We had to return to Singapore when the racial roits happened in the '70s. If there wasn't any roits then, I believe I will not come back to Singapore. Well, that just a thought, till the next posting I tell you about why I was a cry baby

Later........