About me
Where do i begin in this journey of self reflection? I suppose it would have to start with a summary of the 23 fulfilling years i have been leading. Nevertheless, i must say that 23 is quite a huge number and i dont think i can remember all of it but i suppose i shall try.
I suppose i was born a huge baby, at least thats the perception i gather from the things my parents and my relatives talk about all the time. The first male born child, of three came along on the 8th April 1981, at the old KK hospital, luckily enough to two great parents, Hasan Bin Abdullah and Mariam bte Abdul Ghafoor. I was then named Mohd Azuan Bin Hasan. It was not until i was 11 that both me, my brother and my dad got a deed poll for a change of our names to the names we have today. Anyway, they are great parents, and even greater people i suppose. They met at Hilton Hotel, their workplace, (thats where my dad still works) and i guess they were young parents, 25 and 23 respectively. My late grandmother stayed with us, back then in Ang Mo Kio Street 61 Blk 639 #04-5065. So she was around a lot during my growing up years. You see my parents were not that well to do, and we were also not well to do, however they are extremely hardworkers and i suppose they did reasonably well in the hotel line, in the respective careers they were pursuing. They knew they had to raise a family and my grandmother at the same time, and the essence of working hard. So for a huge part of my early years, my grandmother took care of me la. I must say though, that my parents never neglected me la back then, despite their busy schedule. There were always outings with my parents to weird places. When there were rifts between my mum and her mother(oh yes she was the one staying with me) then this huge bubbly little baby boy was usually ferried around through and fro ang mo kio and hilton hotel, where my parents played pass the baton. Therefore, i spent some time growing up in hilton as well and travelling with my dad and mum. In that sense, it must have been really a struggle for them la, young small parents handling an oversized giant like me. On top of that, i wasnt the easiest of babies. I contracted any major disease a baby could get. Mumps, Jaundice, Measles and i had an operation when i was 4 months old in order to remove two muscles which was clogging my oesaphagus, causing me to vomit everytime i ate or drank. The operation still grows with me up till today y'know. So there goes manhunt, hahahaha. SO yes, they struggled a lot with me. Big, fair baby, but received a whole lot of attention. Well i was after all the first male born. You wouldnt expect anything less.haha. Which i suppose influenced the way i am today, in the sense that i crave for attention, crave to be at the centre of it all. Not blaming anyone though. When my brother came along in 1983, i had company which was more fun i suppose, cos i really couldnt remember a time when i was alone without my brother. He was naturally an important figure in my life as well. I can remember once my mother told me, that i was her pride and Azhar was her joy. Interesting, although come to think of it, there are many ways to look at it. But yes basically, that has always been the dynamics of our roles in the family. We were always doing things together. We went to the same primary school, attended swimming and karate lessons. Basically everything i did, he did it as well. Although often, not all the time, but often, i always tend to do it better, and i suppose growing up in that kind of environment did affect his self esteem in some sense. When we were in primary school, i suppose he did live as Azuan's brother. Cos back in primary school, i was living the life. I was in the best class, top malay student, head prefect, dc award in scouts(hmmmm). Great times la then, although i was kinda too young to reap the full benefits, i must say those were great times. I wished i had stayed on with the mentality i had in primary school all the way through my school years.I suppose i would have done better. Not only from an academic perspective, i suppose in a lot of sense, it might have been good la for me. These are not regrets and i personally believe evrything happens for a reason, just saying that if i could live my life again, it would have been different la.
Ok my mum is calling me, guess i have to go. Ill continue this again. Untill next time.
I suppose i was born a huge baby, at least thats the perception i gather from the things my parents and my relatives talk about all the time. The first male born child, of three came along on the 8th April 1981, at the old KK hospital, luckily enough to two great parents, Hasan Bin Abdullah and Mariam bte Abdul Ghafoor. I was then named Mohd Azuan Bin Hasan. It was not until i was 11 that both me, my brother and my dad got a deed poll for a change of our names to the names we have today. Anyway, they are great parents, and even greater people i suppose. They met at Hilton Hotel, their workplace, (thats where my dad still works) and i guess they were young parents, 25 and 23 respectively. My late grandmother stayed with us, back then in Ang Mo Kio Street 61 Blk 639 #04-5065. So she was around a lot during my growing up years. You see my parents were not that well to do, and we were also not well to do, however they are extremely hardworkers and i suppose they did reasonably well in the hotel line, in the respective careers they were pursuing. They knew they had to raise a family and my grandmother at the same time, and the essence of working hard. So for a huge part of my early years, my grandmother took care of me la. I must say though, that my parents never neglected me la back then, despite their busy schedule. There were always outings with my parents to weird places. When there were rifts between my mum and her mother(oh yes she was the one staying with me) then this huge bubbly little baby boy was usually ferried around through and fro ang mo kio and hilton hotel, where my parents played pass the baton. Therefore, i spent some time growing up in hilton as well and travelling with my dad and mum. In that sense, it must have been really a struggle for them la, young small parents handling an oversized giant like me. On top of that, i wasnt the easiest of babies. I contracted any major disease a baby could get. Mumps, Jaundice, Measles and i had an operation when i was 4 months old in order to remove two muscles which was clogging my oesaphagus, causing me to vomit everytime i ate or drank. The operation still grows with me up till today y'know. So there goes manhunt, hahahaha. SO yes, they struggled a lot with me. Big, fair baby, but received a whole lot of attention. Well i was after all the first male born. You wouldnt expect anything less.haha. Which i suppose influenced the way i am today, in the sense that i crave for attention, crave to be at the centre of it all. Not blaming anyone though. When my brother came along in 1983, i had company which was more fun i suppose, cos i really couldnt remember a time when i was alone without my brother. He was naturally an important figure in my life as well. I can remember once my mother told me, that i was her pride and Azhar was her joy. Interesting, although come to think of it, there are many ways to look at it. But yes basically, that has always been the dynamics of our roles in the family. We were always doing things together. We went to the same primary school, attended swimming and karate lessons. Basically everything i did, he did it as well. Although often, not all the time, but often, i always tend to do it better, and i suppose growing up in that kind of environment did affect his self esteem in some sense. When we were in primary school, i suppose he did live as Azuan's brother. Cos back in primary school, i was living the life. I was in the best class, top malay student, head prefect, dc award in scouts(hmmmm). Great times la then, although i was kinda too young to reap the full benefits, i must say those were great times. I wished i had stayed on with the mentality i had in primary school all the way through my school years.I suppose i would have done better. Not only from an academic perspective, i suppose in a lot of sense, it might have been good la for me. These are not regrets and i personally believe evrything happens for a reason, just saying that if i could live my life again, it would have been different la.
Ok my mum is calling me, guess i have to go. Ill continue this again. Untill next time.
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